In the dream, three old men with white beards appeared, and they were really wearing red, yellow and blue Taoist robes. They took turns asking Cheng Chubi who he thought was the prettiest. This scared Cheng Chubi out of his sleep.
To my surprise, it was already dawn.
After washing up, breakfast is still a bowl of rice, a plate of meat sauce, a plate of fish breasts, a bowl of soup and a plate of pickles...
The breakfast at Xungui's house in the Tang Dynasty was just like a bowl of rice. It was so rich in sauce that Cheng Chubi almost doubted his life. There was also sauce in the soup, which made Cheng Chubi feel like eating Japanese food.
I had the feeling of miso soup when I drank it.
Cheng Chubi, who was born and raised in the southwest and loves spicy and spicy food, could only barely fill his stomach and put down the dishes.
"Third brother, are you still ill? Why have you eaten so little in the past two days?"
Cheng Chubi, the fourth child who was ordered to take care of him today, burped uncontrollably and looked at Cheng Chubi, who was slumped on the couch next to him with a bored look on his face.
As a native of Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan, I have chili peppers in my meals and Sichuan peppercorns in every meal. The first thing I do every day is to have a bowl of spicy beef noodles to feel refreshed. If I don’t eat three to five hot pot meals a week, I will feel refreshed.
The feeble little hotpot prince Cheng Chubi waved his hands feebly, with a hint of hopelessness in his tone.
"The dishes in the house are always made in these ways?"
"Isn't that right? No matter whether it is inside or outside the house, the cooking methods are naturally the same, but in the restaurants and restaurants, the cooking will be more elaborate, just like the Shixiang House where several brothers often go. The chefs there are...
It can be regarded as the top three in Chang'an City."
"Whether it's steamed, cooked, fried, fried or grilled, the taste is all top-notch. Especially their fragrant pork belly, which is not only exquisitely made, but also the sauce is very delicious."
"Is there any hot pot?" Cheng Chubi sat up and asked expectantly.
"Hot pot, what is that?" Cheng Chucun was deeply confused. He had never heard of hot pot.
"It seems not." Cheng Chubi slumped back with a look that was worse than death.
The meals were either stewed, steamed or boiled. This is still the case today. It really made Cheng Chubi, who disliked spicy food, feel like he was worse off than dead.
Time travel, for me who died in a car accident, this is definitely a chance for rebirth given by God. However, when I think about the future without chili peppers, I will no longer be able to taste the spicy and intoxicating taste. This day should
How to live?
There is no chili, no hot pot, not even stir-fry. The dishes are either stewed, steamed or boiled. Such a life is so boring and tasteless.
The hot pot is gone, the red and white soup is gone, the stir-fried kidneys are gone, the boiled pork slices are gone, the mapo tofu is gone, the spicy chicken is gone, the twice-cooked pork is gone, the red-oiled chicken with saliva is gone, the pickled fish is gone...
Cheng Chuliang suddenly heard the sound of water droplets dripping, and subconsciously looked for the sound. He was completely stunned, and saw the third brother who was leaning on the couch. The clear saliva from the corner of his mouth was dripping on the couch.
"Third brother, third brother? Don't scare me." Cheng Chuliang's face suddenly changed and he shouted in horror. "Are you having a stroke?"
"???"
Cheng Chubi was completely stunned. He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, sat up like a carp and shouted with a black face, "What are you talking about?"
"Third brother, you scared me to death. I saw you drooling there in a daze, and I thought..." Cheng Laosi scratched his face in embarrassment and laughed.
Cheng Chubi snorted, stood up and walked outside the house.
"Third brother, where are you going?"
"Go and have a look in the kitchen."
"What's there to see in the kitchen? Third brother, wait for me." Cheng Laosi, who is two years younger than Cheng Chubi, hurriedly kept up.
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"Fourth, is this the kitchen?" Standing at the door of the kitchen, Cheng Chubi was immediately confused. What did he see? He saw a room full of simple and exquisite bronzes and ironware in this very open kitchen.
"Yes, this is the kitchen, otherwise there would be so many cooking utensils." Cheng Laosi said matter-of-factly.
As the kitchen steward, Cheng Ji cautiously said, "If Sanlang is hungry, just say hello."
"Aren't you the chef here, are you?" Cheng Chubi looked at the long-necked kitchen steward. He was so skinny and his neck was so long, he didn't look like a great chef at all.
Cheng Ji pointed at the middle-aged man next to him with a fat head, big ears, and a thick neck and said with a smile.
"Third Young Master Yingming, this is Brother Mei, the chef in our house. He is a famous chef recently invited back from Dengyun Tower in Chang'an. Now all the banquets in the house are hosted by Chef Mei."
"I have met the Third and Fourth Young Masters." Chef Mei bowed respectfully. "I wonder what the Third Young Master would like to eat? I will cook it myself now."
"Wait a minute, what is this?" Cheng Chubi turned his head and glanced at a piece of bronze that he had only glanced at in the history museum.
"I would like to teach Third Young Master to know that this thing is called '鬲' and it is used to cook grain food."
"..." Seeing Cheng Chubi's expression full of curiosity (actually confused), Cheng Ji quickly and enthusiastically introduced to him the various cooking utensils of the Tang Dynasty, such as stoves, tripods, woks, kegs, steamers, cauldrons...
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As an important minister of the Tang Dynasty, the cooking utensils of a high-end noble family are naturally beautiful and very particular. At least they need to be simple but not simple.
Cheng Chubi felt that he had not come to the kitchen specifically, but had accidentally broken into the kitchen appliances exhibition hall of the History Museum. His emotions were so complicated that it was beyond words.
But the problem was that none of these gadgets were familiar to Cheng Chubi, which made him very melancholy, and he couldn't even do it himself.
A clever woman can't cook without rice. I don't even know how to cook, so how can I cook properly? Do you want to starve me to death? Oh my god!
"By the way, I have a question, where is the stove?" I looked around, but I couldn't find a stove to light a fire for cooking.
"Stove? The stove is here, and the stove is outside." Pointing at Chef Mei, who was round and fit the image of a cook, Cheng Chubi saw a small bronze vessel with a rather ancient model.
"..."
After exiting the back door of the kitchen, I finally saw the stove. There were three large stoves built in the open space behind the kitchen.
This kind of muddy gray pottery stove is rectangular in shape, with a fire wall, a fire door, and a smoke hole at the back.
The three stoves are not small. The largest stove in the middle actually has six burners. There are cauldrons, steamers, pots and other items on it. There is a shed on it, probably to protect it from wind and rain. There are also a few bamboos beside it.
blowing fire sticks,
Cheng Chubi's face was extremely shocked. Such a stove was incredible.
The height of the chimney is not even higher than my head, and the floor-lying stove is in the shape of a stove. What the hell is this a stove? It's more like a dew point-shaped fire kang. It's not serious at all.