Scrambled eggs with tomato sauce, fish cubes with tomato sauce, peanuts with moss strips, kung pao chicken, shredded potatoes in vinegar...
When Zhang Shou saw these dishes on the table, his first reaction was...Old Xianyu must have been a school cook who traveled through time! Otherwise, how could this old man make such a large amount of rich school food?
Is there a dish that can be seen in the cafeteria? Of course, although he was complaining in his heart, his face remained appropriately surprised, as if he had seen such a dish for the first time.
Little Peanut also took a breath, then leaned his head over and whispered to Ah Liu: "Brother Six, my uncle is really generous this time. When I came to see him in the past, he could give me a lot of money."
If I make scrambled eggs with tomato sauce, it’s already the best. I’ve only eaten peanuts a few times...but this is the first time I’ve seen this Kung Pao Chicken. What’s this red thing?”
My child, that’s called chili...the condiment that countless people in later generations will rely on for a living...
If Zhang Shou could speak at this time, he would definitely speak earnestly and adopt an attitude like a white-bearded grandfather, and educate the little peanut about the history of chili peppers occupying half of the foodie empire. However, at this time, the old salted fish was smiling.
After making a gesture of invitation, he immediately used the spoon without thinking and scooped out a spoonful of Kung Pao Chicken.
When a peanut entered his mouth and he chewed it carefully, the familiar crispy feeling spread throughout his mouth, and the particles were clearly defined. Zhang Shou actually felt an unparalleled feeling - he didn't know how to cherish it when it was commonplace in the past.
He had lost four years. He used to like all kinds of nuts the most, but he couldn't help but feel that his life relying only on walnuts and almonds was too monotonous.
What's more, the almonds these days...are mainly used to cook almond syrup and make various snacks. There are no American peach kernels!
At this time, the layer of sauce on the peanuts in his mouth was a bit unsatisfactory, and the spicy taste was not very prominent. When he ate another piece of diced chicken, his rating of Lao Xianyu's cooking skills dropped again. The diced chicken
It’s not fresh enough, and the tenderness is not enough...it’s just like an ordinary college cook’s ordinary big pot rice. You have to know that the level of many stir-fries in the school is quite high!
Zhang Shou is picky, but Ah Liu always only needs to eat enough. Xiao Peanut has never eaten much delicious food since he was a child. The two of them eat a lot and fast, but they still cherish every grain of rice. Therefore, Xiao Peanut is very picky.
While Zhang Shou, who was chewing slowly, was still patiently tasting each dish, the two men had already wiped out more than half of the dishes on several plates.
Lao Xianyu's original suspicion of Zhang Shou was put aside after noticing the way Zhang Shou was eating.
Such a careful and slow attitude of tasting food, except for the kind of Guijie children who have been pampered since childhood and are used to eating good food, how can ordinary people eat like this? From this, it can be seen that what Dr. Zhang said before is poor.
Time should be just a relative term... If a person is really poor, how can the Duke of Zhao marry him a daughter of gold?
Sure enough, when the cups and plates were in a mess, he saw that the one who was touching his belly and shouting with satisfaction was Little Peanut, and the one with a happy face, who obviously admired his craftsmanship, was Ah Liu; as for the one who claimed to be a gourmet before, he should appreciate it carefully
Zhang Shou, a master of his craftsmanship, only tasted a little bit of each dish. He ate some of each dish, but it was definitely not a full meal. He only took two small spoons of rice.
However, just when Old Xianyu felt that he had seen through Zhang Shou's true nature, he saw this seemingly gentle young man put down his chopsticks in a leisurely manner, and then looked at him with a smile.
"By the way, do you still have those ingredients and seasonings?"
Lao Xianyu didn't expect that Zhang Shou would actually ask this. He was stunned for a moment before he said hesitantly: "There is more."
"Then can I borrow it? Of course, I can also borrow the pots and pans? Don't worry, I'll pay you according to the price and I won't break your promise." When Zhang Shou said this, Old Xianyu looked confused, and Little Peanut looked puzzled.
He was even more confused, so he hooked his hand at Ah Liu. The young man sighed, took off the money bag at his waist, took out a silver coin, weighed it and handed it out.
Although I knew it was genuine as soon as I saw the exquisite words and pictures, when I took Zhang Shou to the greasy kitchen and Old Xianyu hurriedly cleaned it up, he was full of doubts. Seeing Zhang Shou
While rolling up his sleeves, he borrowed a coat from him to use as work clothes, and he sneered a few times in his heart.
Look at what this rich man is doing... he has to change clothes in the kitchen!
Little did he know that Zhang Shouzheng was complaining crazily in his mind - not having an apron is really inconvenient, not having a washing machine is really inconvenient, and what's even more annoying is that the clothes these days are naturally dyed, but they are really unwashed.
It fades and shrinks when it falls into the water. No wonder I need eight sets of clothes every season and have to redo them every year, because they simply don’t wear out after being in the water!
When the people at the bottom have no clothes to wear at all, the upper-class consumer market is simply wasteful! If he doesn't put on a coat to prevent oil fumes, and when he looks back, there is a little bit of dust on him, and it can't be washed off, then this set of clothes will be unwearable.
Okay, this is not the same as the dust on the road, just dust it off...
After the preparations were completed, and when Old Xianyu started the fire again, Zhang Shou carefully observed the difference between this stove and the one he had in Rongshui Village, as well as the size of the fire head, and then started various preparations without saying a word.
As soon as he made preparations, the old salted fish who was following him gradually became dumbfounded.
He rarely bought a chicken from his neighbor. Zhang Shou was not picky about the chicken legs. That was fine. But then he was picky about the lack of variety of seasonings. Then he asked and smelled it, and then marinated it on the spot. That was really a waste of money.
Don't know anything about saving.
After peeling the potatoes, they turned into thin strips under the light of the knife. At first glance, they were only a quarter of what he had cut into strips before.
And when all the other side dishes were prepared and turned on the stove, he saw Zhang Shou skillfully getting into the pot, stir-frying, and adding ingredients. He was as skillful as a chef in a restaurant, and the tangy aroma could not help but remind him.
The scene he saw in front of him was definitely not an illusion. Thinking that he had previously regarded the person as a young man who was not giving birth, he couldn't help but take a breath.
He, an old guy who claims to have the sharpest eyesight, can actually make mistakes!
After frying a plate of vinegar-stuffed potato shreds, Zhang Shou took a few bites with chopsticks and then smiled with satisfaction. He handed it to the old salted fish and said: "My hands are a little raw. After all, your vinegar is not bad. The taste is just
A little inferior. Can you try it?"
Seeing Zhang Shou minding his own business and starting the next dish of Kung Pao Chicken, Lao Xianyu hesitated for a moment, but finally took a bite with his chopsticks. With this bite, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, and then he couldn't help but stare.
Zhang Shou.
Compared with this, the vinegary potato shreds he made before... it was really a waste of natural resources!
If he hadn't seen Lao Xianyu's seasonings and ingredients, and was sure that there would be potatoes, peanuts, and peppers, how could Zhang Shou have handed the plate of dishes to Lao Xianyu at this time?
After the frying, he would offer sacrifices to the Five Internal Organs Temple on the spot. Of course, he had another purpose. Seeing the old salted fish carrying a plate of dishes and going out with a lot of thoughts, he immediately sped up his actions.
When a plate of palace fried chicken came out hot, the old salted fish had not come back yet. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Shou scooped up two tablespoons and ate it quickly. Although it was a pity that the seasoning was a little unsatisfactory, no matter what
No matter what, it was much more delicious than what the old salted fish had just cooked. Just as he was swallowing hard, he heard voices coming from outside.
"Is it fake? Dr. Zhang is an official, and the food you cook is so much more delicious than your uncle!"
"You damn boy, are you done yet? You're talking so much even though I've eaten it for you!" Old Xianyu glared at Little Peanut angrily, until he skillfully hid behind Ah Liu. He glanced at the kitchen, his expression and mood were completely different.
It was extremely complicated. After a long while, he said to himself without looking back, "Maybe it's just a coincidence..."
Ah Liu coughed sympathetically, and then said calmly: "The young master is a genius who can learn without a teacher by reading books. Aunt Liu, who was cooking at home, could only cook many dishes under the guidance of the young master."
Isn't this too fake? Old Xianyu turned around suddenly and saw Ah Liu's serious face. He turned back doubtfully, only to see the greasy door curtain of the kitchen being opened, followed by Zhang Shou coming out with a plate.
.When he saw the plate of Kung Pao Chicken that was full of color and aroma, he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. He didn't even notice that the ingredients he had prepared before were much more than this.
Of course, he would never have thought that Zhang Shou would eat a lot of it immediately after cooking...
The old salted fish suddenly raised the plate to avoid the claws of the little peanut, and then he smiled and said to Zhang Shou: "Dr. Zhang, your skills are really amazing... teach me two tricks later, so you don't have to worry.
This little brat is picky about some things he eats!"
"It's easy to talk about." Zhang Shou laughed and said haha, and put the topic aside for the time being. When he followed him into the room, as soon as he sat down, he saw the little peanut that was rubbing his belly and complaining that he couldn't eat it immediately took it.
The chopsticks started to attack, and he just scooped enough portion into his bowl with a spoon, and then chewed it carefully as always.
This time, it was not to taste his own craftsmanship, but to taste the difference between these ingredients and later generations, as well as the taste difference caused by insufficient seasoning.
Obviously, the chicken legs were only marinated with wine and salt, without starch, and the marinating time was not long, so they were not tasty enough; there was not enough peppercorns, so the taste was different; the potatoes were not suspected to be new potatoes of the season, and some parts were not crisp enough; the chili noodles
I don’t seem to know what type of pepper it is, but it’s not spicy enough, so it probably can only reach the level of southern provinces; the most pity is that it only has tomato sauce.
Because compared to the heresy of scrambled eggs with tomato sauce... he prefers scrambled eggs with fresh tomatoes, and sugar must be added!
Compared to Little Peanut, Old Xianyu was more reserved after all and ate fairly moderately. But when he found out that Ah Liu was also using chopsticks, he became panicked and joined the younger generation in fighting for food until this meal was finished.
Afterwards, he recalled today's strange process and couldn't help but tugged on the beard on his chin. He felt that he was in a mess.
This Dr. Zhang of the Imperial Academy must have eaten these dishes for the first time today, but in just a little time, he was able to improve his method... Is it possible that people who read a lot, even this kind of hands-on ability is inferior to
What can he do? But if this is the case, what will happen to those local parents and officials who passed the imperial examination and became officials but caused harm to them?
After finishing the meal, Old Xianyu chased Little Peanut away to clean up the dishes, and saw Ah Liu following him out. He didn't know whether he was here to help or for something else, but he was happy to be left with Zhang Shou and himself.
Personally, those questions that have been stagnating in my heart just now finally have a place to ask.
"Thanks to your craftsmanship, Dr. Zhang, these things that have traveled across the ocean are not wasted."
Zhang Shou chuckled, and then answered the question nonchalantly: "Mobile phone, online shopping, mobile payment?"
Seeing that Old Xianyu was confused, he murmured in a low voice, as if he had never experienced post-10, and immediately changed his words: "Computer, Internet, mortgage down payment?"
Realizing that Old Xianyu's eyes were as wide as ping pong balls, he could only change the words for the third time: "TV? Refrigerator? Three turns and one beep? Seventy-two legs?" Seeing that Old Xianyu was finally petrified, he
Finally, I sighed from the bottom of my heart. It seemed that he was not a time-traveling cafeteria cook, but just a person who obtained overseas ingredients. Otherwise, this time-traveling colleague would have been miserable...
Zhang Shou coughed lightly in order to resolve the embarrassment of casually speaking those messy terms, and then said seriously: "When I heard Zhu Erlang say it before, I was thinking that many crops nowadays are transmitted from outside.
What comes in, over time, becomes the property of our country. And if the dishes on the table just now can be planted in the ground, they will benefit countless people in the future."
Lao Xianyu didn't expect that Zhang Shou would make such a request so straightforwardly. He was stunned for a long time before he said in a difficult voice: "Dr. Zhang thinks that the dignitaries in the capital, princes and nobles will like these things."
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"They always like new and novel things. If they like it, some people will grow it."
Zhang Shou did not shy away from promoting certain things from the top down, but after a pause, he said with a smile: "Also, when I was cutting the potatoes into shreds, I felt that this thing should be very suitable for food rations.
Of course, the south likes white rice, while the north likes noodles, steamed buns and dumplings. This habit has been around for a long time. But I still think that if the potato yield is high, it should be able to be used in lean years."
Old Xianyu felt that his heart was beating hard twice, and he managed to squeeze out a smile: "Just because these things are edible, I brought some on the boat back to China, and then I thought about planting them when I had nothing to do.
One kind, some are alive, some are not."
Seeing Zhang Shou nodded, not knowing whether he agreed with his statement or just expressed perfunctory, he couldn't help but fell silent. After a long while, he said in a low voice: "Dr. Zhang really wants to
Are these overseas crops promoted throughout the world?"
"Yes." Zhang Shou responded briefly, and then said with sincerity, "As long as it can make ordinary people hungry, it is the most worthy of promotion. Wear warm clothes and eat well. Since the court officials are supported by taxes from the people,
, of course we should solve the two problems of food and clothing! Isn’t there a saying, if you don’t make decisions for the people when you are an official, it is better to go home and sell sweet potatoes?”