Chapter 2228 The concubine couldn't bear to eat it, but (
Chapter 2228 I can’t bear to eat it, but... (please subscribe and vote)
The water in the Jiuzhou Pool in the Imperial Forbidden City is also living water. The important thing is that this is where the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty played.
I think there must be no humans or animals who dare to mess around in it. As a result, the fish's meat quality and hygienic level are perfect for making fish fillets.
The fish in Jiuzhou Pond definitely tastes good. I believe the Emperor would definitely like to eat the special aquatic products of Jiuzhou Pond.
Well, if you use His Majesty's fish to flatter the Supreme Emperor, you can at most contribute a little, but at least you can save money on buying fish. Cheng Chubi, who is diligent and thrifty in managing his family, can't help but feel happy.
At this moment, a faint whisper came from the side.
"Xian son-in-law, why are you staring blankly at my fishing rod? You can't make firecrackers with something as thick as your finger."
"..." The sly smile on Cheng Chubi's face froze, he quickly wiped his face, turned his head, and smiled flatteringly at his father-in-law who looked suspicious.
"No, no, no, father-in-law, you guessed it wrong. My son-in-law didn't have that idea. He just saw the fish here and suddenly got an idea."
"I wonder if my husband and my mother-in-law have eaten the shabu-shabu slices?"
"Shabu-shabu fish slices?!" Li Mingda's eyes suddenly lit up, and his crisp and sweet voice rang out immediately.
"Husband, I have never eaten this before. Is it delicious?"
Cheng Chubi smiled confidently, raised a finger, and pointed at the fish swimming in the Jiuzhou Pond outside.
"It is definitely a rare delicacy. Just swipe it in the soup I carefully prepared, and you will be able to feel the ultimate sweetness and smooth texture in your mouth...
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After originally saying hello, Empress Changsun, who had been lying down lazily, couldn't help but sit up.
Li Shimin and his daughter Li Mingda swallowed their saliva at the same time. Li Shimin suddenly remembered that since this kid jumped to the plateau.
I have never enjoyed the excellent cooking skills of this son-in-law who is definitely the best in the Tang Dynasty.
"Haha, after hearing what you said, I can't help but feel a little greedy,"
Pointing to the two in the net bag kept in the pond, Cheng Chubi smiled and showed his white teeth.
"Then it depends on your father-in-law's ability to fish. With just this, I'm afraid even Ming Da will not have enough to eat."
Li Shimin, who wanted to ask someone to buy some fish for fun, couldn't help but be aroused to be competitive when he heard this, and smiled confidently and calmly.
"Haha, there are just a few fish, how can I not catch them?"
"In that case, my son-in-law will first go to the small kitchen in Yaoguang Hall to see if there are suitable ingredients and prepare the soup stock first."
"Okay, you go, come, come, little Sizi, just sit and watch how your father catches the fish."
"Okay, okay, daddy, please work harder, and my daughter will give you a massage, so that daddy doesn't have to worry about you..."
It was the formula of fatherly kindness and daughterly filial piety. Queen Changsun beside her thought about it for a while, lay back lazily, continued to flip through the book, and let their father and daughter fish.
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Naturally, Wu Meiniang would not stay here to disturb the three of them, but would follow Cheng Chubi in the name of being a helper.
When I arrived at the small kitchen, I looked at the familiar furnishings and the royal chef who nodded and hunched over.
Although this imperial chef with a fat head, big ears and thick neck is already over forty years old, he and Cheng Sanlang can be regarded as a master-student relationship.
Of course, Cheng Sanlang is his master, and Fat Yuchu can only be regarded as his disciple.
After Cheng Chubi exchanged a few words with the fat imperial chef, he started to cook the fish. The most important thing was to have a good pot of soup.
Moreover, this pot of good soup should enhance the freshness and remove the fishy smell.
Almost every hot-pot fish restaurant with a good business will have its own unique thick soup recipe. Cheng Chubi, a person who loves to eat and do it himself, is naturally not immune to this.
In addition to the soup stock, there is actually another very important reason, which is that we are particularly particular about knife skills.
What is important is to be quick and precise, and it must be cut thin enough so that the fresh fish fillets will curl suddenly as soon as they are put into the pot, and then taken out of the pot.
As long as the fresh fish fillets are not thick enough to stick to the bottom of the plate and have a thickness of more than one millimeter, haha...
The taste has completely changed. Cheng Chubi, who has eaten all the local fish-shabu restaurants, naturally has a deep understanding of this.
Of course Cheng Chubi had studied this fish-slicing technique assiduously, and he had great experience in it, but it was just too tiring.
Three to five kilograms of fish on slices can make your bladder sore and swollen.
But now, in order to turn Jiuzhou Pond into a stable supply point for ecological fish ingredients, Cheng Chubi is going all out.
The soup was boiling over there, and the fish was finally brought here. In addition to two very fat grass carps, there was actually a bonito.
This made Cheng Chubi very happy. After all, if you want to eat freshwater fish, especially if you want to eat fish fillet in shabu-shabu, grass carp or bonito will taste better, so the first choice is naturally bonito.
Seeing Cheng Chubi handling the ingredients quickly, standing aside and smelling the thick soup that was gradually exuding an alluring aroma, he couldn't help but swallow.
"Husband, what can I do for you?"
"Okay, prepare fifty plates for me, and grease the inside of each plate with oil..."
"Fifty? Okay."
Although she didn't understand what her husband meant, Wu Meiniang still took action without hesitation, picked up a clean plate, spread oil on it and placed it next to her husband.
Cheng Chubi repeatedly searched for several knives on the knife rest, and finally picked up a sharp knife. Then he polished it several times without politeness, and then began to fillet the fish.
When Wu Meiniang walked over again with the newly greased plate, she couldn't help but be stunned.
What she saw was that inside the red and black lacquered saucer, there seemed to be a beautiful white and slightly pink butterfly spreading its wings and lying in the saucer.
"This...is this the fish you sliced, husband?" Wu Meiniang came closer in disbelief, and then she was convinced that this was fish and not a butterfly, let alone a big moth.
"That's natural. Come on, look..." Cheng Chubi proudly raised his knife horizontally.
Wu Meiniang saw the thin and transparent fish fillet, which could be said to be as thin as a cicada's wings.
"Wow, it's so beautiful. It's like a work of art. I can't even bear to eat it when I look at it."
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"Husband, would you like to taste another piece of me?"
Wu Meiniang looked at the beautiful butterfly-shaped fish fillet with unfulfilled interest, then glanced at the ten empty plates next to her, and smiled shyly with some embarrassment.
"Why do I feel like I've eaten so much? It seems like I haven't eaten anything. It's just like what you said, husband. It tastes very good."
"Your ten plates plus one piece are less than three ounces of fish. It's normal to not be full..."
Cheng Chubi raised his head and looked at the dozens of plates in front of him. He still had a long way to go to feed the Tang Emperor's family of three...