In the dream, three white-bearded old men appeared, and they were really wearing red, yellow and blue robes. took turns to ask Cheng Chubi who he thought was the best-looking. Shengsheng woke Cheng Chubi from his sleep. Only then did I realize that the sky was already bright.

After washing, breakfast is still a bowl of small rice, a plate of meat sauce, a plate of fish tart, a bowl of soup and a plate of pickles......

The breakfast at Tang Xungui's house is like pouring rice, with a strong sauce flavor, and Cheng Chubi almost doubts his life when he eats it. Including the sauce in the soup, which made Cheng Chubi feel like he drank miso soup when eating Japanese food.

Born and raised in the southwest, Cheng Chubi, who loves spicy and numbness, can only barely fill his stomach at the moment and put down the dishes and chopsticks.

"Third brother, are you still sick yet, why have you eaten so little in the past two days?"

The old Si Cheng, who was ordered to take care of him today, burped unsatisfactorily, and looked at Cheng Chubi, who was sitting on the couch with a dull face.

As a native of Yunnan, Guichuan, there are chili peppers in the meal, and there are peppercorns in the meal, the first thing every day is to take a bowl of spicy beef noodles to feel refreshed, and the little prince Cheng Chubi, who feels weak without eating three or five hot pots a week, waved his hand weakly, and his tone revealed a sense of lovelessness.

"The dishes in the house have always been these methods?"

"Isn't that right? Whether it is in the house or outside the house, it is naturally the same approach, but in those restaurants and restaurants, it will be more refined, just like the Zhixiang Building where several brothers often go, where the chefs can be regarded as the top three in Chang'an City. ”

"Whether it's steaming, burning, frying, grilling, or roasting, the taste is superb. In particular, his fragrant pork belly is not only finely made, but also the sauce is very delicious. ”

"Is there a hot pot?" Cheng Chubi sat up and asked expectantly.

"Hot pot, what's that?" Cheng Chucun fell into a deep confusion, and he really hadn't heard of what hot pot was.

"It seems like not." Cheng Chubi collapsed back with a look of life or death.

is not stewed, or steamed or boiled food, which is still the case today, which really makes Cheng Chubi, who is not spicy or happy, feel that life is worse than death.

Crossing, for myself who died in a car accident, this is definitely a chance for rebirth gifted by God, but when I think of the future without a chili pepper entrance, I will never be able to taste the spicy and intoxicating taste, how should I live this day?

There are no chili peppers, no hot pot, no stir-fried vegetables, and the dishes made are either stewed, steamed or boiled, such a life is how boring and tasteless.

The hot pot is gone, the red and white soup is gone, the stir-fried kidney flower is gone, the boiled meat slices are gone, the mapo tofu is gone, the spicy chicken is gone, the back pot meat is gone, the red oil saliva chicken is gone, and the sauerkraut fish is gone......

Cheng Laosi suddenly heard the sound of water droplets dripping, and subconsciously looked for prestige, and the whole person was stunned, and saw the third brother who was lying on the couch at the moment The clear saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth fell on the couch.

"Third brother, third brother? Don't scare me. Cheng Laosi's face suddenly changed and he shouted in shock. Have you had a stroke? ”

“？？？”

Cheng Chubi was stunned. Wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth, a carp sat up and shouted. "What nonsense."

"Third brother, you scared me to death, I saw you drooling there in a daze, and I thought you were ......" Cheng Laosi scratched his face a little embarrassedly and said with a dry smile.

Cheng Chubi snorted, stood up and walked outside the house.

"Third brother, where are you going?"

"Let's go to the kitchen."

"What's there to see in the kitchen? Third brother, you wait for me. Cheng Laosi, who was two years younger than Cheng Chubi, hurriedly followed the footsteps.

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"Fourth, this is the kitchen?" Standing at the door of the kitchen, Cheng Chubi was directly stunned, what did he see, and saw a room of simple and exquisite bronzes and ironware in this very open kitchen.

"yes, this is the kitchen, otherwise there would be so many cooking utensils." Cheng Laosi's face was as natural as a matter of course.

And Cheng Ji, who is the kitchen steward, is cautious to curry favor. "If San Lang is hungry, just say hello."

"You're not the chef here, are you?" Cheng Chubi glanced at the long-necked kitchen steward, so thin and thin, and his neck was so long, how could he look like a big chef.

Cheng Ji pointed to the middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears and a thick neck next to him and smiled.

"The third prince is wise, this is the chef Mei in our house, and he is a famous chef who was only recently invited back from Chang'an Dengyun Tower, and now the banquet in the house is all handled by Chef Mei."

"The villain has seen the third son and the fourth son." Chef Mei saluted respectfully. "I wonder what the third prince wants to eat? The villain cooks himself. ”

"Wait, what is this?" Cheng Chubi turned his head and glanced at a bronze that he had only glanced at in the history museum.

"It's good to teach the third prince to know that this thing is called 'mustache', and it is used to cook grains."

"......" saw that Cheng Chubi's expression was full of curiosity (in fact, he was confused), and Cheng Ji quickly and enthusiastically introduced him to various cooking utensils in Datang, such as stoves, tripods, woks, mustaches, retorts, and kettles......

As an important minister of the Tang Dynasty, the cooking utensils of the high-end noble family are naturally beautiful and exquisite, and at least they need to be simple but not simple.

Cheng Chubi felt that he was not coming from the kitchen, but accidentally broke into the exhibition hall of the kitchen series utensils of the History Museum. The complexity of the mood is beyond words.

But none of these things are familiar to Cheng Chubi, which makes him very melancholy, and he can't do it himself.

Qiao woman is just embarrassed to cook without rice, I don't even have cooking utensils, so how can I cook just rice? Want to starve me? Thief God!

"By the way, I have a question, where's the stove?" After looking around, I was stunned that I didn't find a stove for cooking.

"Stove? The stove is here, the stove is outside. Chef Mei, who was rolling along the circle and was very in line with the image of a chef, stretched out his finger and pointed to it, and Cheng Chubi saw a small bronze vessel with a rather ancient model.

“……”

When I went out the back door of the kitchen, I finally saw the stove, and there were three large stoves built in the open space behind the kitchen.

This kind of clay gray pottery stove is rectangular, with a fireproof wall, a fire door, and a smoke hole at the back.

The three stoves are not small, and the largest stove in the middle actually has six fire eyes, on which there are kettles, retorts, cans and other things, and a shed is set up on it, which should be to shelter from the wind and rain. There are also a few blowing sticks made of bamboo next to it.

Cheng Chubi's face was so shocked that he couldn't say anything more, such a stove was simply amazing.

The height of the chimney has not exceeded his head, and the shape of the stove lying on the ground, what is this special stove? It's almost the same as saying that it's a dew-point-shaped fire kang, and it's not serious at all.