Cheng Chubi's face turned black directly. God's special one-by-one, that's not as good as one plus one plus one, so it can be equal to three.

Cheng Chubi saw the serious listening expressions of the kitchen people, he was the idol of the kitchen people in Lu Guogong's mansion, and he couldn't get angry.

And you have to convince people that, well, this nasty number can't be used.

Cheng Chubi stood with his hands in his hands, smiled calmly, and poked his fingers lightly on the chicken breast.

"You don't count it like that, you see, the chicken is very fresh, its freshness is two, and the shiitake mushroom is also very fresh, its freshness can be about three."

"And the shrimp skin is also very fresh, and the freshness can also have three, now you multiply them by each other, and you can get the freshness of the chicken essence, understand?"

"I see, it seems that the villain's knowledge is too shallow, thanks to the guidance of the son." Mei Xiaochu hurriedly remedied it and slapped her fart.

Cheng Chubi smiled slightly, it seems that Chef Mei's baby should have read the book, at least the sycophants are not so blunt, and they know how to chew words.

Then I started to do it. Blanch the chicken breast, add spices and rice wine to remove the smell. Cook until cooked, and no blood is removed.

Then the chicken is rolled out with a stick and cut into very fine pieces, the shiitake mushrooms on the side are also finely chopped, and the shrimp skin is also processed.

After that, the roasting process begins, until all the ingredients are dry and crispy.

Then it was poured into a large stone mortar and began to be hammered repeatedly until it became a very fine powder.

Cheng Chubi took a small spoon, scooped up the small half spoon and handed it into his mouth.

Everyone focused their eyes on Cheng Chubi's face, watching the third prince taste more than ten breaths.

Only then did he bow slightly to Cheng Ji and Mei Xiaochu. "Taste ...... also"

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Mei Xiaochu couldn't wait to scoop up a small spoonful and wiped it all into his mouth.

In an instant, Mei Xiaochu's eyes suddenly widened, and he felt it.

A strong umami smell that I had never felt before suddenly exploded in my mouth above my taste buds.

What kind of taste it is is simply indescribable in words.

Mei Xiaochu looked at the chicken essence powder in the stone mortar in shock, and then glanced at Cheng Chubi, who seemed to have known that this was the result.

"Mei has tasted the most delicious taste in the world in her life, and it is none other than the fish soup in the fish banquet building.

And the umami of this chicken essence gives me the feeling that it is like condensing a whole bowl of fish soup into such a small spoonful......"

"The villain really can't describe it, but the feeling that this chicken essence gives to the villain is so fresh that it is all in the bones." Cheng Ji admired the five bodies and threw himself to the ground.

Cheng Chubi smiled with satisfaction and asked people to bring a glass of water. Then scoop a small spoonful of chicken essence into it and stir slowly.

Seeing that there was still a relatively obvious suspended matter inside, he let the handyman continue to hammer and scoop.

On the day of Humu, the family of Lu Guogong's Mansion sat neatly in the hall again, it was already noon, and Cheng Laosan had not yet appeared.

"Where's your third brother? Could it be that you're helping out in the kitchen again? Cheng Yanjin asked after pouring a cup of Cheng Fu's secret Sanle pulp to quench his thirst.

Cheng Laosi replied loudly. "The third brother said that today he would make the most delicious broth in the world to give to his father."

"Really? That dad has a mouthful. It seems that the third child has not suffered any grievances in the East Palace today, otherwise it would be impossible to get home and drill the kitchen again. ”

"Dad, look at what you said, who dares to bully the people of our old Cheng family." Cheng Chumo was a little unhappy.

"The third child went to the East Palace, not in the army, in the army, what is important is whose fists are hard."

"But in a place like the East Palace, what you pay attention to is that you are sharp-tongued, alas, ......" Cheng Yanjin said worriedly.

"This kid is too real, and he is honest. Dad is afraid that he will suffer a loss when dealing with those literati who like to stab people with soft knives. ”

While speaking, Cheng Chubi proudly led the family to bring soup.

Cheng Biting Jin Ci looked at his son kindly, and stroked the thick beard like a steel needle with great relief.

"I said the third child, you kid, you were busy for a day last year, and today you make soup for your family, you really have a heart."

"What did Dad say, Dad, you taste it first, eldest brother and second brother, how about you all taste this broth?"

Cheng Chubi looked at Cheng Biting Jin and the others very proudly, Cheng Jiaerlang picked up the spoon and began to drink the soup.

I saw my dad take a sip of soup and a sip of wine. A sip of wine and a sip of soup.

"Well, this soup tastes good, that third child, hurry up and let Cheng Ji serve the staple food, don't starve your three brothers who are about to bury their faces in the soup bowl."

A large bowl of corn was served, and Cheng Chubi saw his kind father incarnate into a bottomless pit.

After a few bites, the bowl of soup was swept into the stomach, and then the gobbling of big fish and meat began.

The eldest brother and the second brother are like this, and the four, five, six and three younger brothers are not to be outdone, eating like a wolf and a tiger, which makes Cheng Chubi have a black line on his face.

In the imagination, the scene where a family shouts too fragrant and then gives a thumbs up to themselves is not possible at all.

Some are just a family dealing with the mountains of big fish and meat.

The expression of the family made Cheng Chubi, the most beautiful cub of the Cheng family, have a strong psychological gap, and he picked up the broth in front of him and took a sip.

That's right, this taste is much fresher than the soup stewed at home in the past, why everyone in the kitchen says it's fresh.

But my father and the five brothers were untouched, and they only knew how to eat and drink......

"The third, why don't you eat it?"

He just killed the small half of the leg of mutton, and tilted his neck to drain a cup of Cheng Fu's secret three-legged Cheng Jin.

Seeing the third child get up and walk towards the hall with an empty expression, he couldn't help but be a little confused, what happened to this child?

"The child has no appetite, he is already full, dad, eat slowly."

Cheng Chubi reluctantly looked back and smiled, his heart was full of loss and confusion, and he decided to go back to the house to rest.

"Dad, what is the third child doing, it doesn't seem to be in a good mood?" Cheng Chuliang also said with concern.

"Maybe it's in the East Palace, and something doesn't go well......" Cheng Yanjin touched the oil stains and said with a sigh.

"Dad, why didn't the third child tell you?" Cheng wiped his mouth silently. "Why don't I ask the third child."

"Alright, sit down for me. Men who are not good at face, so some things have to be carried by themselves. If he carried it, he would be a man. ”

Cheng Biting Jin viciously bit off a piece of meat and chewed it slowly in his mouth. "Even if you can't bear something, isn't there still a father?"

swallowed the meat, Cheng Biting Jin's eyes narrowed slightly, like a fierce beast that chose people to devour. "Boss, second......"

"The child is here."

"After lunch, go out and find your old brother to walk around, see what news is in the East Palace, forget about small things, if it's a big thing, Dad will deal with it."

"No!" Cheng Chumo and Cheng Chuliang obeyed the order.

On the wall of the front hall of the Cheng family, where swords, guns, and halberds were hung, the burly and majestic figure of Cheng Biting Jin loomed......

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