Chapter 143 Little Kirin in the Hall of Mental Cultivation
Ji Ling took a bite of the milk cake and found that it tasted exactly the same as last time. The sweetness did not increase or decrease, and the combination of milk flavor and dough was just right.
Pick up a pair of chopsticks, and the snow-white and tender milk cake will tremble on the chopsticks.
When you take a bite, you will find a layer of skin and a layer of milk inside. The soft texture is sandwiched with crispiness. It is simply a fairy pastry.
In the Forbidden City, lard, mutton fat, butter and other animal oils are often used to cook meat dishes. However, these snacks use a small amount of sesame sesame oil and perilla oil, which is the most refreshing and delicious.
In fact, looking at the entire Forbidden City, the most exquisite thing is naturally the Imperial Kitchen Room of Yangxin Hall. It is a huge and complex organization with many departments and a large number of personnel. Each department is divided into categories with meticulous care, each performing its own duties.
For example, a stove that makes porridge and rice will never cook pastries, and a stove that makes fish, shrimp and seafood will never cook poultry.
Even when cooking poultry, duck and chicken, there will be two separate stoves.
This is how cooking is done in the dining room. Everyone has their own family and has a fixed stove. No dishes are cooked without a stove.
In addition to the new seasonal menus that are researched and developed every month, the menus of the Imperial Kitchen Room are often fixed in terms of color, weight, and rules.
For example, in the milk cake in front of you, the amount of icing sugar, powdered sugar, ghee, flour, and sesame inside can be customized.
Even when cakes are made, there are also particular requirements on how square each piece should be cut into, what color plate should be used to serve it, what kind of side dishes should be served on the side, what color and what font should be used for the dish names.
It is precisely because of this that we can ensure that the flavor produced is always as stable as before.
The so-called mansion of gods in heaven is the home of gods and kings on earth; one meal for the emperor is the annual food for hundreds of people.
Nothing better than this.
Ji Ling ate half a plate of milk cake in one go, and when he looked up, he saw Qixi's eyes wandering over the milk cake.
Seeing her master looking at her, Qixi immediately looked away from the remaining milk cake.
Ji Ling raised his head and glanced at the serving maids, and said seriously: "It's enough if there is someone here to serve you. You all can go down."
When everyone went out, Ji Ling suppressed her laughter, pushed the plate forward, and said to Qixi: "Qixi, I can't eat any more. I'll give you the rest."
Qixi hesitated: "Master, these are the snacks from the imperial kitchen of Yangxin Hall. They are a gift from the emperor, slave..."
Ji Ling wiped his mouth with the towel on the azure crescent-shaped porcelain plate beside him, and then said slowly: "If I were you, I would have taken one bite and eaten it all."
Qixi grinned, her eyes narrowed like little crescent moons, she reached out and took a piece of milk cake and put it into her mouth.
Ji Ling just looked at her and sighed after a long time: "...Master, this is so delicious!"
Ji Ling nodded, expressed his deep sympathy, and added: "When I just ate it, I thought about it for a long time. I don't know what the layer of light yellow powder underneath is made of. If we find out later, we can
Go back and let Xiao Dazi try it too!"
Qixi nodded, reached out and took another piece.
The milk cake was extremely soft and the force was uneven, so it immediately broke in the middle. Half of it fell to the ground.
Qixi said "Oops" and was about to pick it up and throw it aside when she heard a strange whirring sound coming from the door.
Ji Ling also heard it.
Although political affairs are being discussed in the front hall of Yangxin Hall, the back hall is extremely quiet, and the slightest movement is extremely loud.
Qixi glanced towards the door and suddenly said "Oh".
Ji Ling raised his eyebrows and looked toward the door. Sure enough, he saw a colorful little monster-like thing there, more like a miniature unicorn monster.
She was startled at first, and then she saw what kind of unicorn it was. It was obviously a chubby puppy with brown and yellow fur. She didn't know what breed it was. It was so naive.
It looks a bit like a small poodle, and a bit like a small native dog.
This little unicorn's clothes are decorated with various scales, and there are two pieces of cloth on its head that wrap its ears. Whenever it moves, the two pieces of cloth will tremble.
Oh my God! It's so full of...aura.
Ji Ling slapped her leg and almost died laughing!
The little unicorn timidly looked at the cakes that fell on the ground, sniffed its nose, looked at Ji Ling with its dark eyes pitifully, and then turned to look at Qixi, as if to say: "Hey, I can
Can’t eat it?”
so cute!
Qixi was amused. She picked up the piece of milk cake that fell on the ground and shook it left and right at the little unicorn.
Little Qilin was indeed tempted, looking at the piece of milk cake with big black eyes, staring at it, almost transfixed.
It hesitantly took a few steps closer, with the tip of its nose tentatively almost touching the pastry, and then took another half step back.
Qixi stretched out her hand and patted its head. The little unicorn petted it obediently and half-closed its eyes. Qixi went up and picked it up by the waist.
This puppy is still very young. If we compare it to human age, it would be about the age of a six or seven-year-old child.
It's a little puppy.
Qixi carried the puppy to the dining table.
Ji Ling put down the chopsticks in his hands and looked at this little guy. He was so fat! It wasn't just the pitiful chubbyness of a small animal in its infantile stage, it seemed that there was also an element of fattening in it, and its belly was round.
No wonder it's a little difficult to walk.
Qixi smiled and stretched out her hand to feed the milk cake to it. Ji Ling quickly stopped her and said, "I don't know if this cake can be eaten yet. Don't let it get into trouble."
After all, there is milk in the milk cake.
Although Ji Ling had never raised a puppy before traveling through time, her best friend had pets at home.
She heard from her best friend that you should not give milk to dogs casually, and puppies should be more careful because many puppies are lactose intolerant. If they drink too much milk rashly, they are prone to diarrhea or dehydration, which can even be life-threatening in severe cases.
Looking at the puppy in front of me, it is shiny and smooth, and its coat is spotless. It seems that someone has taken good care of it, and the clothes it is wearing are made of very good materials.
What is this place? This is the Hall of Cultivation of the Heart.
Can any dog get in?
Ji Ling basically knew what was going on.
I remember that before time travel, when I visited the Forbidden City, I read the Qing Palace archives and said: Emperor Yongzheng was very fond of dogs. There was a special place for raising dogs in the Forbidden City, and there were also eunuchs who were responsible for it, and there were also supervisors' positions.
In addition, Emperor Yongzheng in history was very kind to puppies. From the third year of Yongzheng's reign to the tenth year of Yongzheng's reign, he issued more than a dozen imperial edicts, all of which requested kennels and clothes for puppies. He could not provide them.
Shao Gou Yu gave me the name.
Among them were two of Yongzheng's favorite puppies, which even left traces in history.
One is called Baifu, the other is called Creation...