A group of kitchen boys nodded their heads, seemingly agreeing with the two of them.

"You can insult eggs, but please don't insult scrambled eggs." Cheng Chubi's face sank and said categorically.

He seemed to see a thin and somewhat rickety back, busy in the kitchen, with the overflow of oil smoke, the tangy aroma of green onion and eggs seemed to be blowing in his face......

“？？？”

Chef Mei's face darkened, and he looked at Cheng Sangongzi with a sad and angry face. This is too piercing, I think I am a well-known chef in the Chang'an food circle.

If my cooking skills are not good, will you Lu Guogong Mansion pay a good salary to invite me to join the mansion as a chef? Scrambled eggs, this thing has been fried by the old man for nearly ten years, and there are at least three or five thousand plates if not ten thousand plates. And you, you actually say that I insult the dish of scrambled eggs?

"Brother Mei, I know what my third son's son is, but I have to stabilize ......"

Cheng Ji, who had a long neck on the side, saw the short-necked Chef Mei who looked like he was about to blow up his lungs, pointed to his head, and squeezed his eyebrows and hinted frantically.

Chef Mei exhaled a breath of turbidity, forced a smile and was about to speak, when his face suddenly changed. "Three, why did the third son cry?"

Everyone noticed that Cheng Chubi, who was looking sad just now, had red eyes at the moment, and there was a crystal flickering in his eyes.

"Third brother, let's not insult the eggs, shall we go back to the house?" Cheng Laosi stepped forward in fear.

Seeing Cheng Laosi's distorted expression and the frightened appearance of others, Cheng Chubi was unhappy.

"I'm fine, go, get four more eggs, I remember there was vegetable oil in the kitchen. Bring me a jar, and a copper basin for me to wash my face before. ”

"Third brother, what are you going to do?" Cheng Laosi and a cadre were all stunned. You can still understand with eggs and vegetable oil, what does it mean to take a copper basin for washing?

"I know exactly what I'm going to do, so I'm not going to go yet." Cheng Chubi said impatiently.

"Okay, okay, the third son, you don't have a brain, you are all stunned, and you don't do what the third prince tells you to do." Cheng Ji turned his head and blinked frantically.

A kitchen staff understood and hurriedly followed the instructions of the third son who was about to fall ill to get all kinds of utensils.

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Cheng Chubi first put the cleaned copper basin on the stove, fortunately, the stove mouth is also round, and the size is also appropriate, that is, the bottom of the pot is flat. Then methodically beat the egg drops.

I saw that when the copper basin was burned to a slight discoloration, Cheng Chubi poured in the oil, and then poured the egg liquid into the copper basin along the edge of the copper basin.

Then carefully turn the copper basin until the egg is boiling in the hot oil and foaming, then start to gently push the spoon to let the egg all ripen, and then use the edge of the copper spoon to cut the solidified egg mixture.

After that, sprinkle the tender chives into a copper basin and stir-fry them a few times before serving them on a plate that has been prepared for a long time.

Everyone saw a plate of tender yellow mixed with emerald green and white, exuding an attractive fragrance.

"It smells so good...... What a delicacy it is, and it looks so good. I don't know when Cheng Laosi, who had already gathered by the stove, almost dripped out of the water.

Chef Mei, who was very angry in his heart, looked at the plate of scrambled eggs in front of him, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

This completely refreshed his three views and subverted his cognition of more than 30 years of culinary art.

"No, how can scrambled eggs be fried like this?"

"This is called scrambled eggs......" Seeing the shocked eyes of the people around him, Cheng Chubi smiled proudly. Reach for the chopsticks next to you, huh? Ay? Ay? ……

Cheng Laosi had already made the first move, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a chopstick and sent it to his mouth.

"Hot, wow...... It's hot...... Wow, it's so fragrant and delicious...... Hot, hot, hot......" Everyone looked at Cheng Laosi, who was grinning and leading the way. I always feel that this is the crazy one.

Uncle Ji also tasted it, and his eyes lit up. "It's so fragrant, and it's so fresh."

"Third brother, how did you do it?" Cheng Laosi stuck out his tongue and asked curiously.

The originally lively scene suddenly fell silent, and a pair of eyes fell on Cheng Chubi's body.

That's right, Cheng Sangongzi is the same as several other sons, if they say that they have a hand in drinking and playing with axes, they admit it, but they don't know how to cook at all.

Seeing the pair of Shangqing who were full of doubts, Cheng Chubi was not happy, I am a person with a head disease, don't you ask such a question, don't you treat me as a normal person?

"Have you forgotten that I have three white-bearded grandfathers in my head?"

Cheng Laosi was completely confused. "Third brother, didn't the white-bearded old man teach you medical skills, how could he still teach you cooking?"

Cheng Chubi is happy. "You asked this question very well, this time it was the white-bearded old man in yellow clothes who taught the third brother."

"And what about last time?"

"The last time I taught the third brother was the white-bearded old man in red clothes."

Cheng Chubi patted Cheng Laosi's head melon seeds, the bear child is still very useful sometimes, and handed himself several steps, which successfully solved the reason why he knew how to cook.

Seeing this satisfied third son, the kitchen staff instantly became trembling.

Thinking of the three white-bearded grandfathers squatting in red, yellow and blue robes in the minds of the third prince, I asked you if you are afraid?

At this moment, a servant rushed to summon the news, saying that Yuan Tiangang and Sun Simiao had come to visit.

Cheng Chubi helplessly glanced at the eggs he had scrambled, swallowed his saliva and left.

At this moment, there was only a large piece of scrambled eggs with chopped green onions left on the plate, and next to it, a few kitchen boys with chopsticks were about to do it.

Chef Mei, who finally came back to his senses, was immediately anxious and stopped with both hands. "Don't move."

"Chef Mei, you can also try it, it tastes really good." Cheng Ji could only put down his chopsticks unsatisfied, but Chef Mei was invited by himself, so he couldn't be offended for a mouthful of eggs.

Chef Mei snorted, and picked up a piece of scrambled egg with a very serious expression.

First carefully examined its fluffy form, then smelled its fragrance, and the moment it was put into his mouth, Chef Mei's eyes suddenly widened.

Then he slowly closed his eyes, and his frown furrowed.

The third prince added a few drops of rice wine when beating the egg flowers, so that the slightest fishy smell of the eggs themselves was also completely reduced.

The fragrance of vegetable oil is light and elegant, and it will not make people feel too greasy like animal fat.

The fluffy and tender taste is so pleasant, without the saltiness of tempeh, the freshness of the eggs and the aroma of green onions are completely stimulated.

"Steward, Chef Mei seems to be in tears." The little guy on the side tugged at the corner of Cheng Ji's clothes and whispered.

Only then did Cheng Ji notice that at the corner of Chef Mei's closed eyes at the moment, a cloudy tear was dripping down the corner of his eye.

Everyone heard Chef May's muttering. "How did he do it, could it be that Mei's decades of hard cooking skills have been practiced on dogs."

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