After asking about the sausage recipe, the thank you gift was also given, and Ai Mingshan had no reason to stay here, so they took the initiative to say goodbye to Nalan Mingyi.

"There's no hurry." Nalan said slowly, "I also want to try the craftsmanship of Miss Qiaoqiao." ”

Ai Qiaoqiao was stunned.

Want to try her handiwork...... Does he want to eat what he cooks?

Seeing the confusion in Ai Qiaoqiao's eyes, Nalan smiled knowingly, "I want to see how much higher you are than your second uncle, maybe you are more suitable to participate in the world's freshest cooking competition." ”

Hearing this, Ai Mingshan couldn't hide his excitement on his face, but he was still humble on his lips, "How is it possible, Qiaoqiao is still young, how can her craftsmanship be comparable to her second uncle." ”

"I said yes." Nalan said clearly, "Please ask Miss Qiaoqiao to help me make a dish of braised pork today." ”

It sounds like a consultative tone, but it's actually an order.

Ai Qiaoqiao had no way to refuse, because she had already seen it, and Ai Mingshan also hoped that she could show her hand here.

Someone took Ai Qiaoqiao to the kitchen.

Ai Qiaoqiao didn't rush to cook, but stood there staring at the cutting board.

Today she is the first time to meet the owner of Tianxiang Building, and she doesn't know the other party's tastes.

If you want to make a dish that the other person likes, you generally need to understand the other person's preferences before you can choose the right ingredients.

She could only desperately recall what she had told her about the owner of Tianxianglou.

Ai Mingshan once mentioned that Nalan Mingyi used to live in the imperial capital, and when he was a child, he also entered the palace to accompany the prince, such a person has long been accustomed to seeing delicacies in the palace, delicacies from the mountains and seas, and ordinary ingredients can't impress him at all.

Ai Qiaoqiao's temperament is like this, if you don't do it, as long as you enter the kitchen, you have to try your best to make the dishes.

Nalan Mingyi asked her to make a dish of braised pork.

This dish can be called an extremely popular dish in ordinary people's homes.

For ordinary people, braised pork is to be soft and glutinous, and a mouthful of it will flow in the mouth, but when this kind of thing reaches Nalan Mingyi's mouth, it is not the case at all.

He won't be rare in the fragrance of fatty meat.

Ai Qiaoqiao stared at a large piece of fresh pork belly on the case, and a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in her mind.

She remembered the ledger she had found in the cave chest.

All the food and practices recorded above are the food and practices of the palace.

The ancestors of Lao Ai's family also made braised pork in the palace, but it was not an ordinary person's practice.

That's right, just use that!

Ai Qiaoqiao closed her eyes, went through the whole process in her mind, and then cleaned her hands, washed the pork belly, cut it into square pieces, and put it in a pot of cold water.

Add green onions, ginger slices, salt and rice wine, turn on the heat and cook until broken.

When she was busy, there was a small servant standing at the door of the kitchen, quietly looking at her back.

Ai Qiaoqiao just buried her head and brushed the foam off the water with a spoon, not noticing the person standing not far behind her.

After boiling the meat until there was no blood in it, she scooped it out and put it on a plate, cut off the uneven edges of the pork belly, and then changed them into small squares one by one.

Ai Qiaoqiao looked down at the kitchen knife in his hand, and he didn't use it very easily.

She remembered that she hadn't practiced sword skills in a long time.

It seems that I should practice hard after I go back, but I can't lose my father's face because of my poor sword skills.

After cutting the meat, she put a little oil in the pan and sautéed it with green onions, ginger and garlic until fragrant.

Then add cinnamon, star anise, bay leaves and stir-fry, after the fragrance, put a large spoonful of water, add salt, rock sugar, soy sauce, pour the meat into it and cook together.

She kept by the pot, staring at the meat in the pot until it was bright and then took it out and put it in a bowl to cool.

The little guy at the kitchen door reappeared.

According to the process of this dish, it is almost ready to serve with sauce poured over.

He stood there ready to pick up the plate.

But to his surprise, Ai Qiaoqiao did not mix the sauce or thicken it.

After waiting for the meat to cool a little, she picked up a small piece of meat and put it on the cutting board, and the kitchen knife skillfully pulled a flower in her hand.

The little guy quietly took a step forward, and only then did he see what Ai Qiaoqiao was doing.

She cut a thin slice along one side of the meat, but instead of cutting it, she kept flipping the piece of meat and using the same method for the other sides.

Finally, the boxy pieces of meat are pulled apart, and the bottom is connected, turning into a long strip, a bit like an unfolded screen.

Ai Qiaoqiao became more and more skillful in cutting, and soon cut all the other pieces of meat, and then rolled up the meat from one end to the end, and rolled it loosely into a ball, which looked like crystal clear roses from above.

The little maid watched in surprise as Ai Qiaoqiao put all the rolled pieces of meat on the plate, put them in the pot, and steamed them for half an hour.

The little guy stood there and felt a little tired looking at it, but Ai Qiaoqiao seemed to have no feeling, staring at the pot all the time.

After steaming, Ai Qiaoqiao took out the plate and poured out the fat steamed from the bottom of the plate.

Watching the shiny grease flow out, Ai Qiaoqiao breathed a sigh of relief.

What is recorded in that book is indeed true, after steaming in this way, all the fat in the pork belly is refined, so that the meat is fat but not greasy, and even if it is eaten often, it will not make people fat.

No wonder the book specifically states that the concubines of the harem like to order this dish the most.

Ai Qiaoqiao became more and more confident.

She used another plate to turn the meat upside down, so that the skin was facing up again.

I used some cabbage, stir-fried and stacked on the side of the meat, chopped green onions, diced carrots, and sprinkled on top of the meat.

Finally, she scooped a small spoonful of the oil from the pot and poured out the steamed pork, added some water, salt, sugar, soy sauce and batter, thickened it, and poured it on the plate.

"Alright!" Ai Qiaoqiao turned around with the plate, and suddenly found a small guy standing behind her, he was staring at her blankly, and he even forgot to take the plate.

"It's ready." Ai Qiaoqiao smiled generously and reminded.

The man then took the plate and looked at her from one look at the next, "Does this dish have a name?" ”

Ai Qiaoqiao wanted to say that there was, but she suddenly remembered that the recipe for this dish was from the palace, and she was afraid that it would be difficult to explain it if she said it, so she shook her head.

The little girl stared at her suspiciously, but she didn't ask any more, but took her to see Nalan Mingyi with a plate.

Ai Mingshan and Ai Daquan had been waiting impatiently for a long time, but they didn't dare to show it.

When the little guy walked in with a plate, they all looked up in unison.

Nalan Mingyi also put down the scroll in his hand.

"Done?"

The servant put the plate on the table and respectfully handed the chopsticks.

Nalan Mingyi was stunned after taking the chopsticks.

He stared at the dishes on his plate, gently playing with the flowers of the pork belly with his chopsticks.

"Does this dish have a name?" He asked the little guy.

The little guy shook his head.

Nalan looked at Ai Qiaoqiao with a serious expression, "Who taught you this dish?" ”

"My father." She lied.

Anyway, her father is no longer there, and there is no proof of death.

Nalan Mingyi picked up a meat flower with chopsticks and bit it lightly.

Ai Qiaoqiao noticed that his movements when eating were very graceful, and there was no sound when he ate.

is really worthy of being born in the palace, but it is different from others.

Nalan Mingyi only took one bite and put down the chopsticks.

Ai Qiaoqiao's heart was like a rabbit, plopping and jumping.

I don't know if her dish is in line with the other party's mind.

"Qiaoqiao, if you call me a master, next year's world's freshest cooking competition, I can make you participate in the name of Tianxianglou."

Ai Qiaoqiao was shocked, and Ai Mingshan and Ai Daquan were all dumbfounded.

It's like pie falling from the sky.

Qiaoqiao not only occupies the name of Master Dafu, but now he can win the favor of Nalan Gongzi...... Participate in the world's freshest cooking competition, and you definitely have a chance of winning.

Nalan Mingyi smiled, staring at Ai Qiaoqiao, his eyes full of anticipation.

He was waiting for her reply.