"These are the stoves you are talking about?" Cheng Chubi had a disgusted expression on his face, and raised his finger to point to the stoves and asked.

"yes, but what's wrong?" Chef Cheng Ji and Mei looked confused. This is not a stove, can it still be a stove?

…… Can this also be called a stove?

Cheng Chubi is really convinced, he is also a person who has seen the world, whether it is a mud stove, cement stove, iron stove, gasoline barrel stove for banquets, or a modern gas stove, induction cooker, he has never seen any stove in the rural home in the new era.

But this obviously backward stove is really disappointing. It is no wonder that in this era, only steaming and frying can be used, and such a stove can be used for six fires, and the fuel burned is a small pile of hay on the side.

This thing wants to make a mouth-watering stir-fried kidney flower, as well as all kinds of seasonal vegetables, that's a special dream......

The dream of food was shattered again, and Cheng Chubi's eyes instantly moistened.

"What's wrong with the third son, can't it be that he is sick?" Cheng Ji was so frightened that his face turned white, and he asked in a low voice to Cheng Laosi.

"Shut up! Guilty of a hammer disease. Cheng Chubi shouted with a dark face. I'm full of melancholy, sighing that I understand life? ”

"......" Cheng Laosi and Cheng Jiqi closed their mouths tightly, and they didn't dare to say a word, what does illness have to do with the hammer? Besides, what are you feeling sad about the stove full of cooking smoke?

It seems that I have to continue to persuade the third brother to drink medicine at night, but unfortunately the bear-hearted leopard gallbladder has been eaten, why don't you stop talking to the eldest brother and the second brother, and let them go and get a few more beasts to come back to the third brother to continue to supplement the form?

Cheng Laosi, who cared about his brother's condition, had a complicated expression, and he finally looked like an adult.

OOXX## (A judge asked what this is, and hereby declares that this is a serious dividing line.) ）

Is it really that hard to get enough to eat? Cheng Chubi sat on the pony that was specially used for the fire-blowing guy on weekdays, his face full of melancholy.

The kitchen people and servants of Cheng Mansion all shrank aside and looked at each other, and Cheng Laosi stepped forward with some trepidation. "Third brother, are you okay?"

"There is no hot pot, not even stir-frying, which makes people not live." Cheng Chubi said with a sad face.

When Chef Mei heard the word stir-fry, his eyes lit up. "If the third prince wants to eat stir-fried vegetables? It's not that hard. ”

"Will you?" Cheng was stunned for a moment, vaguely remembering that stir-fry should have appeared in the Song and Yuan dynasties, after all, the kitchenware and cooking utensils at that time had been improved.

Meeting Cheng Chubi's gaze, Chef Mei showed a very confident smile on his face.

"The villain has been working in the famous Dengyun Building in Chang'an for more than ten years, although he doesn't dare to say that he is good at stir-frying, but he has done it many times."

"What would you fry?" Hearing such an answer, Cheng Chubi couldn't help but be a little excited.

"Scrambled eggs and scrambled duck are two of the favorite dishes of Dengyun Tower's diners."

"Third brother, I often eat Chef Mei's scrambled eggs, they are fragrant." Cheng Laosi testified on the side.

Seeing that Cheng Chubi did not object, Chef Mei immediately copied four eggs and took the momentum of the chef of the chief's kitchen. "Come on, add firewood, blow the wind, and, bring a wok."

"......" Cheng Chubi silently watched as the little servant who helped brought a pot-like thing that had to be at least one centimeter thick: the wok rested on the fire.

Then, one of the servants was in charge of stuffing hay into the hearth, and one of the servants puffed up his mouth and blew the fire into it with a blowing stick, and the chimney, which was no more than a man high, began to smoke.

At this time, Chef Mei, who had already beaten the eggs, put a spoonful of animal fat into the pot and ...... it quietly Quietly ...... Waiting for the animal fat to melt, slowly and silently......

Just as the animal fat had melted, Chef Mei slowly poured the beaten eggs into the pot as if he were doing tai chi, picked up a spoon, and began to reach into the pot to stir clockwise and counterclockwise......

Cheng Chubi's face was gradually, gradually, blackened by firewood and grass.

"How about the third brother, Chef Mei's cooking skills are good, right? This spoon is so powerful. Cheng Laosi snorted and kept praising it.

Chef Mei became more and more crazy, constantly stirring in the pot with a spoon while proudly showing off his superb cooking skills.

"Scrambled eggs are different from steaming and stewing, the most important thing is to pay attention to the heat, if the heat is not there, the eggs are still raw, and it is easy to have diarrhea after eating, but once the heat is over, the eggs may even be burnt."

My brother had such cooking skills when he was seven years old, thank you, and he pays special attention to the heat, and it is almost time to finish scrambling a cigarette for a scrambled egg, and it is not so time-consuming to fry eggs.

Cheng Chubi tried hard to make his expression look less boring and boring. "Well, this kind of cooking is really going to blind my eyes."

"The third prince laughed, but it's not the villain's boasting, the villain has been learning cooking since he was a child, and it has been nearly 30 years, and Man Chang'an can surpass the villain, and it will not exceed the number of ten fingers......"

Looking at Chef Mei, who had a short neck and thin eyes, he was boasting about himself, and Cheng Chubi directly hehe. It seems that the prosperity and development of Datang's food culture needs to be strengthened.

Can this be in the top 10 of the long arrangement? If I come up with a means, wouldn't it be a new generation of kitchen gods who were put on the shrine by the people of the Tang Dynasty crying and shouting, and offering incense.

A plate of scrambled eggs with a strong flavor was finally placed in front of Cheng Chubi, and it was normal to sprinkle green onions on the fried eggs, but it was still mixed with tempeh, which reminded Cheng Chubi of the rat feces mixed with the stored rice of the poor family when he went to the countryside to help the poor.

In the instigation of Cheng Laosi, who was sucking saliva, and the anticipation on Chef Mei's face, Cheng Chubi reluctantly picked up the chopsticks and tasted them.

The taste is so old that it is desperate, and the thick flavor of tempeh overflows the mouth, making Cheng Chubi's expression very complicated. I feel like I'm not eating fragrant scrambled eggs, but a plate of expired hot Xiang.

This is not the Tang on the tip of the tongue as I imagined, this is simply the Tang with taste......

The fourth child on the side also picked up the chopsticks, and killed the small half plate after dividing five by two, and then smashed his mouth unsatisfied.

"Third brother, hehe, Uncle Ji specially fried it for you, you can eat it quickly, if you don't eat it, it will be gone."

"Delicious?" Cheng Chubi looked at Cheng Laosi seriously and saw him nodding wildly. "It's delicious with tempeh?"

Cheng Laosi, who was still unsatisfied, continued to nod frantically. "It's delicious, it's not delicious when it's cold, third brother."

"Not to my liking." Cheng Chubi's voice just fell.

Cheng Ji picked up the chopsticks, stretched them into the plate, and took a chopstick and stuffed it into his mouth, revealing a look of disbelief.

"That's the taste, Third Prince, you actually don't think it's appetizing to such a delicious scrambled egg?"

"That's right, third brother, it tastes so good, I can eat five plates alone." Cheng Laosi nodded to the side.

Cheng Laosi's appearance of not being able to stop chopsticks made Cheng Chubi feel like a child from a poor family in the mountainous area who rarely ate a pack of three no spicy strips.

Although it is a three-free junk food, it has become the supreme and peerless delicacy in the mouths of children who have never seen the world.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Laosi, who was in the dignified Lu Guogong Mansion, even ate a plate of scrambled eggs that were so unpalatable and extremely ugly, Cheng Chubi couldn't help but feel a little sad, Datang's food taste and style still need to be improved.