Zhu Houzhao is most interested in French fries.

The stewed potato strips were taken out and put into clean water, then oil was put in the pot, and then the potato strips were thrown in, and after a while, a strong fragrance spread.

When the guy took out the golden fries, Zhu Houzhao was not too hot, took one, and blew wildly at the fries with bared teeth, and then ...... Take a bite and cut it off.

Crisp!

It tastes!

"Delicious! Come and taste it, come and taste it, it's delicious. Zhu Houzhao didn't care about the greasy in his hands, and said while eating, with an excited face.

Fang Jifan tasted it, and the taste was much worse than that of later generations, who would soak the potato strips in milk, and the taste was stronger, this ...... Well, it's actually not bad, after all, in this era, it's very tasty.

Then, there is the legendary staple food of Westerners, mashed potatoes.

A large lump of mud was brought up, and two green onions were added to it.

The reason why two green onions were added is that Fang Jifan wants to add a little bit of my Chinese to this authentic Western-style staple food, uh, more precisely, it should be the characteristics of Dashandong.

Zhu Houzhao looked at the mashed potatoes suspiciously, and said, "This is ......"

"It's potato rice." Fang Jifan was determined to call it 'rice', because this thing can really satisfy hunger, and basically, it can ensure a person's nutritional intake.

Zhu Houzhao sniffed it, and it tasted good, so he carefully tasted it with chopsticks...... Then, there was no more silence.

Zhang Xin stood aside, carefully observing Zhu Houzhao's expression.

Zhu Houzhao frowned and said, "It's not delicious, it tastes a little weird." ”

Fang Jifan smiled: "I know that you will feel that the taste is a little weird, but the taste can be improved, and when you add something else, the taste will be delicious, at least...... It fills the stomach. ”

Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but say: "But, it's really not delicious." ”

This guy is a bull horn guy.

Fang Jifan took a deep breath, it seemed that he would not succeed if he didn't make a big move.

So Fang Jifan commanded Yang Rang, the chief flag on the side, in a low voice, and Yang Rang understood and left in a hurry.

After a long time, Yang Rangcai rushed back out of breath, carrying a food box in his hand, and his fat figure ran in a strange posture, which looked particularly funny.

He gasped and said, "It's not easy to get this from a nearby village......

Fang Jifan glanced at him, took the food box, and directly ordered someone to take the bowl, and then poured all the contents of the food box into the bowl.

This is......

Zhu Hou stared at the contents of the bowl steadily.

Gruel?

This is indeed porridge, and it is also porridge with yellow rice.

Just looking at the color of this rice, it couldn't be worse.

Fang Jifan said to Zhu Houzhao with a meaningful smile: "Your Highness, try this first." ”

Zhu Houzhao looked at the contents of the bowl with suspicious eyes, and said, "Can this be eaten?" ”

Fang Jifan almost rolled his eyes and said: "Of course this can be eaten, eighty percent of our people in the Ming Dynasty use this to fill their stomachs, His Royal Highness must be thinking, shouldn't the porridge that the people drink be white and tender?" This is just the illusion that His Royal Highness has been in Xishan for a long time, Xishan, this place, you see that the people here are poor, but in Daming, this is already the Jiangnan in the Gyeonggi area, the rice here is white, the porridge is also white, it is steamed cakes, and it is also a little delicious and fragrant, but His Highness really thinks that the porridge that the people in the world drink is the same as the porridge that the people of Xishan drink? Think that the food eaten by people in the world is the same as the food eaten by people in Xishan? ”

"Your Highness knows, why do the people of Xishan have to be respectful and grateful when they see you and me? This is because, only in the West Mountain, those ordinary people have white things to eat. And this ...... The porridge was begged for in a village a few miles away, and His Highness tasted it first, and then he knew the difference between Xishan and them. ”

Zhu Houzhao looked down at the porridge again, and couldn't help laughing: "What's this, I haven't suffered anything in this palace." ”

He was very angry, sat down and took the chopsticks directly, this porridge does not have the aroma of the usual porridge water, it looks very strange, yellowed and yellowed, there seems to be a little bit of unshed corn in it, very finely broken, not at all as full as ordinary white rice, finely broken like a grain of sand, and in fact, there is really sand in it!

Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but say: "These people are so lazy, they don't even buy rice, you see, there is sand on it, and they are not afraid of teeth." ”

Fang Jifan looked at him, and his lips couldn't help but hook up a sneer!

Although Fang Jifan usually pretends to be crazy and stupid, but seeing why Zhu Houzhao doesn't eat minced meat, he can't help but say with contempt: "Your Highness, they don't wash rice, it's not that they're lazy, but as soon as they buy this rice, a lot of rice will follow the flow of water, isn't it a pity?" The sand can be slowly removed with the tongue, but this rice is washed with water, a pound of rice, but half a tael is gone, you say, which is more important? ”

Zhu Houzhao was silent at this time, so he slowly lowered his head: "Okay, this palace will try it." ”

Holding some boiled rice grains with chopsticks in the mouth, there is no trace of taste, and there is no unique sweetness of porridge at all, but more like ...... Aged old rice, with a rancid taste,!

Zhu Houzhao's brows were deeply twisted, and he subconsciously spit out the porridge in his mouth: "Is this what people eat?" It's just pig food! ”

Fang Jifan looked at Zhu Houzhao with a smile at this time: "In a long year, eating like this, the eight adults in the world have to rely on this to satisfy their hunger for half a year, and His Royal Highness will vomit it out like this, if it is placed in the homes of ordinary people, my father and mother would have smoked His Highness half to death." ”

"Now...... Your Highness, try this potato rice again. ”

Zhu Houzhao moved the yellow rice porridge away in disgust, and he swore in his heart that he would never touch such things again in his life.

He took the chopsticks and wiped them on the cuffs repeatedly, as if he wanted to wipe the taste of the yellow rice porridge clean, then he lowered his head and ate a bite of potato rice, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he said casually: "It's so fragrant." ”

"Delicious?" Fang Jifan looked at Zhu Houzhao.

Zhu Houzhao shouted: "It's so delicious!" Sweet and delicious, delicious in the world. ”

"Does Your Highness like it?"

"I like it!"

"Be louder!"

"It smells so good!"

That's it.

Fang Jifan said with a smile: "Your Highness, let's eat quickly." ”

Zhu Houzhao is indeed a little hungry, hungry, this mashed potatoes ...... Eating it now, I actually feel that it has a different taste, at least it is better than the yellow rice porridge, I don't know how many times, half a catty of mashed potatoes in the stomach, Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but burp: "It's so supportive." ”

Fang Jifan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Perhaps in the last life, people have completely bid farewell to hunger, even if potatoes have more advantages, it is difficult to replace white rice as a staple food, the fundamental reason is that the rice that people ate in that era, and the rice of later generations, in fact, there is an essential difference, in later generations, such rice now, completely belongs to the level of feeding pigs.

But for the ordinary people of this era, all they want is to eat three full meals, and potatoes can be full, which is enough.

What's more, with the Han nationality foodie, ah, no, in terms of eating, keep pace with the times and innovate the instinct of various ways of eating, Fang Jifan believes that once potatoes are popularized, there will be at least one hundred and eight ways to eat potatoes in this world.

At this time, Zhu Houzhao touched his belly and said, "It's so full, I feel that this taste is still very good." ”

As he spoke, he couldn't help but look at the yellow rice porridge with disgust.

That's what you want! Fang Jifan was in a good mood, and said to Zhu Houzhao with a pleasant face: "Your Highness is good when you are full." ”

At this time, the sour and spicy shredded potatoes and the potato stew and beef stew were ready, and Yang Rang personally delivered these two dishes as if he was invited.

Hot and sour shredded potatoes, mainly with dogwood, with the help of dogwood to achieve the effect of chili; And the most rare and valuable is potato beef stew, because in this era, ordinary cattle can not be easily slaughtered, only old and sick cattle can be slaughtered, so the price of beef, often several times more than other meat, very high-end.

As soon as Fang Jifan saw these two dishes, he immediately burst into tears, the taste of his hometown, he can finally eat it today.

"Bring a bowl of white rice."

To eat these two dishes, you have to use polished rice, and the kind of white rice is used for these dishes to achieve the best taste.

Fang Jifan sat down, looking at the hot rice and fragrant dishes, his index finger was already moving.

Zhu Houzhao looked at Fang Jifan with a confused expression: "......"

Fang Jifan bowed his head, feasted happily, and did not forget to greet Zhu Houzhao: "Your Highness also come to eat a few bites, it tastes very good, it is so delicious." ”

"......" Zhu Houzhao touched his belly and was speechless for a while.

"Your Highness didn't eat it, so the minister had to ...... After eating, the minister is so hungry, offended, offended. ”

The smooth and sour and spicy shredded potatoes in the mouth, those slight sour and spicy tastes, stimulate Fang Jifan's taste buds, strong, my Great China is rich in products, cooking tricks are innovative, I am fortunate to be one of them, even if I am a ghost, I am happy.

Zhu Houzhao whistled: "Let's go." ”

"Your Highness, go slowly."

Zhu Houzhao was unwilling, walked a few steps, and came back: "Put the potato strips well, I'll take them back to eat." ”

He was talking about fries.

Fang Jifan did not forget to say: "Your Highness, you must remember, it will definitely be cold when you bring it back, and you have to fry it again to be delicious and fragrant." ”

Yang Rang and the others hurriedly took the lotus leaves, wrapped a large portion of the fries, rolled them up and tied them to death, Zhu Houzhao carried them, and glanced at the sour and hot shredded potatoes and roast beef on the table a little unwillingly, but they burped again very uncompromisingly, this time, they really left.

Zhang Xin was embarrassed to eat with Fang Jifan, he was ashamed of himself, after all, he was in the field all the year round, and he was covered with the smell of earth, it can be seen that Fang Jifan ate happily, His Royal Highness the Prince was full of mashed potatoes, and the taste was much better than the yellow rice porridge eaten by ordinary people, he was ...... in his heart A boulder falls, and it's finally ...... It was not in vain.

He couldn't help but think in his heart, how much is the production capacity per mu of densely planted potatoes?