King Zhou had a gloomy face and stared at Qi Yuan.
No one has ever dared to play with himself, ever!
Especially after he beheaded Dongbohou and Nanbohou, the tortures he invented with Daji scared some ministers to the point where they had to be cautious even when they spoke to him.
Now, what does this old man want to do when he gives himself a pile of mud? Doesn't he know what will happen if he angers himself?
How could Qi Yuan dare to anger King Zhou? Without waiting for King Zhou to get angry, he quickly explained: "Your Majesty only needs to smash the outer mud shell to see the food inside."
King Zhou then nodded and remembered the chicken that Qi Yuan had wrapped in the mud before. Although he seriously doubted whether this thing was edible, he still held out his finger and flicked it out of curiosity.
With his divine power, not to mention this small layer of mud, even ordinary bronze weapons can be ejected through a gap by him.
With a click, the mud layer shattered.
Suddenly, the extremely rich aroma blocked by the mud layer wafted out.
This smell is extremely fragrant, not only has the aroma of meat, but also has a faint fragrance of lotus leaves and wine.
Neither King Zhou nor the civil and military ministers had ever smelled such a strange and alluring smell.
The attendants on the side came forward, cleaned the dried mud shell, and unwrapped the beggar's chicken wrapped in lotus leaves.
King Zhou stretched out his hand, not caring about the scalding heat still emanating from it, and pulled off a chicken drumstick and handed it to Su Daji. Then he couldn't wait to pick up the other drumstick and took a bite.
"Well, not bad, really good."
King Zhou said vaguely, the movements of his hands never stopping at all.
Seeing that King Zhou and Su Daji were satisfied, Qi Yuan felt relieved.
We've gotten off to a good start, and the rest is up to you to slowly perform.
The next dish is three cup chicken.
Put the cut chicken legs into a copper pot, scald them with boiling water, then remove the water, put sesame oil into the pot, after the oil is warm, stir-fry the garlic, green onions and ginger slices over high heat for a few times
, add the chicken pieces, stir-fry for a while, pour in the prepared rice wine, sugar and homemade bean paste, and simmer over low heat.
While Qi Yuan was busy with other dishes, the three-cup chicken in front was ready to be cooked.
The three-cup chicken is red in color, shiny and attractive, making you very appetizing just by looking at it.
This is a taste that has never been produced by royal chefs in the palace before.
King Zhou and Daji couldn't wait to pick up a piece of chicken with their chopsticks and taste it. Their eyes suddenly lit up. This kind of flavor, rich in sauce, is definitely the best.
Not far away, Qi Yuan is frying spicy chicken. Although there is no chili pepper, spicy polygonum can only be used instead, which will definitely not make the original taste. However, people in this era rarely eat spicy food, which is enough to make people feel strange.
, and Qi Yuan also put some more Sichuan peppercorns in it.
Soon, this fragrant and spicy taste spread and attracted people's attention.
When the spicy chicken was served, King Zhou and Daji quickly fell in love with the spicy taste.
As for the many ministers who were watching, although they were all salivating at the various fragrances, they did not dare to take food from King Zhou's mouth.
Qi Yuan didn't care about them. After all, it was impossible for everyone to eat just by himself. He could only let them enjoy the food.
As the dishes were served one after another, all kinds of delicacies that had never been thought of before were quickly filled up even though King Zhou's appetite was far greater than that of ordinary people.
As for Daji, she was possessed by a thousand-year-old fox demon. If she really wanted to let go, ten times more food would not be enough for her.
However, she didn't dare to mess around in front of King Zhou, and she had to maintain her delicate image like a weak willow in the wind, so she could only taste a few of the many dishes she wanted to eat, which made her feel very uncomfortable.
Daji was very dissatisfied. I had already laid down my dignity and came to the palace to serve King Zhou. Can't I still enjoy my food and drink?
While rubbing her belly and pretending to be full, Su Daji squinted her eyes and stared at Qi Yuan, thinking about when she would find an opportunity to ask Qi Yuan to make her some special dishes to enjoy.
Qi Yuan was stared at by her with some horror, and he cursed in his mind: Isn't this vixen full and wants to eat my flesh?
Thinking about it, it's not impossible. After my body was improved by the elixir in the cold pool last time, I felt that my energy was very strong. Isn't it true that I was targeted by this old monster?
Not to mention the great fear in Qi Yuan's heart, King Zhou laughed loudly: "Well, it is indeed an unparalleled cooking skill in the world. I am very satisfied with the delicacies made by my husband, hahahaha..."
King Zhou, who was full of joy, stepped forward and said: "Sir, with such miraculous skills, it would be a pity if he was buried outside. Come to my palace. From now on, you will be in charge of my royal meals."
King Zhou didn't even ask Qi Yuan if he was willing, and settled the matter.
Qi Yuan quickly bowed and saluted: "Thanks to your majesty's respect, the common people should have agreed to serve your majesty, but..."
King Zhou raised his eyebrows, hearing the implication of his words, and said displeasedly: "Just what?"
Qi Yuan hesitated for a moment and said cautiously: "It's just that I'm getting old, and my energy has been declining in recent years. Even if I enter the palace, I don't know how many more years I can serve His Majesty."
"Besides, my own strength is limited after all. Your Majesty often holds banquets. Even if I try my best, I may not be able to meet your Majesty's needs. Rather than doing this, I might as well serve your Majesty while I can still do it.
Cultivate more good cooks, so that even if I am no longer here, there will be someone who can continue to serve Your Majesty for me."
Qi Yuan was very careful in what he said, lest King Zhou would be dissatisfied and have him dragged out and burned.
"Um?"
King Zhou took a few steps forward and looked at Qi Yuan carefully.
Seeing that his hair and beard were all white, he was sweating profusely after a lot of work, and Qi Yuan deliberately bent his back slightly, he really looked like an old guy who couldn't live more than a few years.
This made King Zhou frown.
In fact, King Zhou was just proud at ordinary times, not without wisdom. He thought to himself, if this old guy was allowed to enter the palace and work hard every day, he might not live for a few years as he said, and he would never eat it again.
If it is not so delicious, it is better to let him train more disciples while he is still alive.
After thinking about this, King Zhou nodded: "Okay, then let the palace arrange people to learn skills from you."
Qi Yuan quickly thanked him: "I will teach you well, and I will not disappoint your majesty and empress."
"Well."
King Zhou nodded: "You did a good job today. Both the widow and my beloved concubine are very satisfied. What reward do you want, or can I make you a middle-aged doctor? What do you think?"
It was not the style of King Zhou to not reward meritorious service, so he opened his mouth and granted Qi Yuan a relatively high official position.
Qi Yuan quickly shook his head: "No, no, the common people have not made any achievements, how can they dare to be compared with the civil and military ministers of the DPRK who govern the country and maintain peace and stability."
It's not that Qi Yuan doesn't want to be an official, but for the sake of long-term plans, at this time he wants to present an image of a noble and upright sage.
Moreover, the positions in the DPRK are limited, and if you take such a high official position, you will probably touch the interests of other people, and it will also cause many upright ministers to label themselves as favorites. In the long run,