Chapter 6 The Tang Dynasty on the tip of the tongue is the Tang Dynasty with taste (pink and tender)
"These are the stoves you're talking about?" Cheng Chubi asked with a look of disgust on his face, pointing at the stoves with his fingers.
"Yes, but what's wrong?" Cheng Ji and Chef Mei looked confused. This is not a stove, so can it still be a stove?
...Can this also be called a stove?
Cheng Chubi was really convinced. After all, he was a man who had seen the world. It didn’t matter whether it was a mud stove, a cement stove, an iron stove in a rural home in the new era, a gasoline drum stove for banquets, or a modern gas stove or induction cooker.
He has never seen anything like this.
But this kind of obviously backward stove is really disappointing. No wonder in this era it can only be used for steaming, frying, and roasting. A stove like this can have six burners, and the fuel it burns is a small pile of hay on the side.
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If you want to make mouth-watering stir-fried kidneys and various seasonal vegetables, it would be a dream...
The dream of delicious food was shattered once again, and Cheng Chubi's eyes instantly became moist.
"What's wrong with Third Young Master? Could it be that he's ill?" Cheng Ji turned pale with fright and asked in a low voice towards Cheng Laosi.
"Shut up! You are acting like a hammer." Cheng Chubi shouted with a dark face. "I am filled with melancholy and lamenting, do you understand life?"
"..." Cheng Laosi and Cheng Ji both shut their mouths tightly, not daring to say a word. What does the disease have to do with the hammer? Besides, why are you melancholy and sighing in front of the stove full of smoke?
It seems that I have to continue to persuade the third brother to drink medicine in the evening. Unfortunately, I have already eaten up the bear's heart and leopard's gallbladder. I don't want to tell the eldest brother and the second brother anymore and let them go and get the hearts and livers of a few more beasts and come back to the third brother to continue to use the medicine.
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Cheng Laosi, who was concerned about his brother's condition, had a complicated expression, and finally looked a little like an adult.
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Is it really that difficult to have a full meal? Cheng Chubi sat on the pony usually used by the boy who blew the fire, his face full of melancholy.
All the kitchen staff and servants in the Cheng Mansion huddled aside and looked at each other. Cheng Laosi stepped forward with some trepidation. "Third brother, are you okay?"
"Without hot pot, we can't even cook, which makes it impossible for people to live." Cheng Chubi said with a sad look on his face.
Chef Mei couldn't help but his eyes lit up when he heard the word stir-fry. "What if Third Young Master wants to eat stir-fry? It's not difficult."
"You know how?" Cheng Chubi was stunned for a moment, vaguely remembering that cooking should have only appeared in the Song and Yuan Dynasties. After all, kitchen utensils and cooking utensils had been improved at that time.
Facing Cheng Chubi's gaze, Chef Mei showed a very confident smile.
"I've been working at the famous Dengyun Tower in Chang'an for more than ten years. Although I can't say I'm good at cooking, I've done it quite a few times."
"What can you speculate on?" Hearing this answer, Cheng Chubi couldn't help but feel a little excited.
“Fried eggs and fried fat duck, these are the two most popular delicacies among diners at Dengyunlou.”
"Third brother, I often eat Chef Mei's scrambled eggs, they are delicious." Cheng Laosi testified from the side.
Seeing that Cheng Chubi had no objection, Chef Mei immediately brought four eggs and showed off his imposing manner as a chef in the chief's kitchen. "Come here, add firewood, blow some air, and bring a wok."
"..." Cheng Chubi watched silently as the boy who helped brought a pot-shaped object that was at least one centimeter thick and placed the wok on the fire.
Then, a boy was responsible for stuffing hay into the stove, and another boy was talking loudly and blowing fire with a fire stick. The chimney, which was no more than a person's height, began to emit green smoke.
At this time, Chef Mei, who had already beaten the eggs, put a spoonful of animal fat into the pot, and quietly... quietly... waited for the animal fat to melt, slowly and silently...
Just when the animal fat was melted, Chef Mei slowly poured the beaten eggs into the pot, as if doing Tai Chi, picked up a spoon, and began to put it into the pot and stir it clockwise and counterclockwise...
Cheng Chubi's complexion gradually turned black with firewood.
"How are you doing, third brother? Chef Mei's cooking skills are pretty good, right? You're so good at playing with this spoon." Cheng Laosi sipped his saliva and kept praising it.
Chef Mei was getting more and more crazy. He kept stirring the pot with a spoon while proudly showing off his superb cooking skills.
"Scrambled eggs are different from steaming, stewing, and stewing. The most important thing is the heat. If the heat is not enough, the eggs will still be raw and it will cause diarrhea. But once the heat is over, the eggs may even be burnt."
I have such cooking skills when I was seven years old. Thank you. I also pay special attention to the heat. It takes almost as long as a cigarette to fry an egg. Frying an egg is not so time-consuming.
Cheng Chubi tried hard to make his expression less dull and boring. "Well, this kind of cooking skills is really going to blind my eyes."
"Third Young Master is joking, but I am not boasting. I have been studying cooking since I was a child for nearly thirty years. The number of people in Chang'an who can surpass the villain will not exceed ten fingers..."
Seeing Chef Mei with his short neck and slit eyes bragging about himself, Cheng Chubi immediately laughed. It seems that the prosperity and development of the food culture of the Tang Dynasty still needs to be strengthened.
Is this enough to be ranked in the top ten of the long-term arrangement? If I use any means, wouldn't I be the new generation of chef god who would be put on the shrine and offered incense by the people of the Tang Dynasty, crying and shouting.
A plate of scrambled eggs with a strong flavor was finally placed in front of Cheng Chubi. The fried eggs were sprinkled with chopped green onions, which was normal, but it was also mixed with black beans, which reminded Cheng Chubi of being in the countryside.
Poverty alleviation, I saw the stored rice of poor families mixed with rat droppings.
Under the urging of Cheng Laosi who was drooling, and with Chef Mei's face filled with anticipation, Cheng Chubi reluctantly picked up the chopsticks and took a bite.
The taste was so old that it was despairing, and the strong taste of black bean filled his mouth, making Cheng Chubi's expression very complicated. He felt that what he was eating was not fragrant scrambled eggs, but a plate of expired hot sauce.
This is not the Tang Dynasty on the tip of my tongue as I imagined, this is simply the Tang Dynasty with flavor...
The fourth child on the side also picked up his chopsticks and finished half of the plate in three strokes, five by two, and then smashed his mouth with unfulfilled satisfaction.
"Third brother, hehe, Uncle Ji fried it specially for you. Eat it quickly. If you don't eat it, it will be gone."
"Is it delicious?" Cheng Chubi looked at Cheng Laosi seriously and saw him nodding wildly. "Is it also delicious with black bean sauce?"
Cheng Laosi, still unfinished, continued to nod wildly. "It's delicious. It won't taste good when it's cold, Third Brother."
"It's not to my taste." Cheng Chubi had just finished speaking.
Cheng Ji picked up the chopsticks, put them into the plate, took a chopstick and stuffed it into his mouth, with a look of disbelief on his face.
"It just tastes like this, Third Young Master, do you find such delicious scrambled eggs unpalatable?"
"Yes, Third Brother, it tastes so good, I can eat five plates by myself." Cheng Laosi nodded and supported.
Cheng Laosi couldn't stop using his chopsticks, which made Cheng Chubi feel like a child from a poor family in a mountainous area who had rarely eaten a pack of spicy strips.
Although it is a non-junk food, when it falls into the mouths of children who have never seen the world, it becomes a supreme delicacy.
Unexpectedly, Cheng Laosi, a dignified man from Duke Lu's palace, could even eat a plate of scrambled eggs that were so unpalatable and ugly in appearance. Cheng Chubi couldn't help but feel a little sad. The taste and style of food in the Tang Dynasty still needed to be improved.