This duck blood vermicelli soup was prepared by Zhao Kai two days in advance, and the production process of the fans almost didn't make Zhao Kai crazy.

Duck blood vermicelli soup is a classic food respected by the Chinese since ancient times, and has an extremely deep market consumption base in later generations, and in major cities across the country, all kinds of restaurants operating old duck soup are extremely hot. For example, the famous Zhenjiang Mei's Duck Soup, Sanshan Duck Soup, Mao Ge Duck Soup and other Chinese restaurants are popular all over the country by virtue of this main characteristic product, and every time the hotel has a surplus of customers.

"What is this fan?" Song Huizong brought the duck blood vermicelli soup to himself, picked up the vermicelli inside, and looked at Zhao Kai suspiciously.

Zhao Kai explained, "The vermicelli is made with potato flour. ”

"Interesting." Song Huizong picked up the soup spoon and started under Zhao Heng's envious and jealous eyes.

"The fresh flavor is beautiful, the vermicelli is tender and refreshing, the duck gizzard and duck intestines are crisp and delicious, this vermicelli has a smooth taste, elasticity, and excellent taste, not bad, not bad, not bad." Song Huizong said three good things in a row, and the movements on his mouth couldn't help but speed up.

Zhao Heng was looking at him from the side, Zhao Kai could even hear the sound of Zhao Heng swallowing saliva, and secretly said in his heart that there was no interest.

Liang Shicheng is much more promising than Zhao Heng, his expression is calm, his sleeves cover his mouth, and Zhao Kai can just see Liang Shicheng's action of wiping his saliva from this angle.

No way, this is the allure of food, and it is a temptation that no one can resist.

A large bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup was quickly drunk by Song Huizong, and the soup bowl was clean and exaggerated, as if it had been washed.

Song Huizong wiped his mouth with satisfaction and looked at the only two bowls of rice left.

Two bowls of rice, one bowl was originally for Liang Shicheng, after all, with Liang Shicheng to say good things, it will be smoother to have the imperial kitchen.

But Zhao Kai didn't expect Zhao Heng to be here, and Zhao Heng was cheaper, so, poor Liang Shicheng, you can only watch.

There was no need for Song Huizong and Zhao Heng to ask, Zhao Kai took the first step and said, "These two bowls of rice are different from ordinary rice, called yellow braised chicken rice." ”

"Braised chicken rice?"

"Braised chicken rice?"

Song Huizong and Zhao Heng looked at Zhao Kai with brushes.

"Don't underestimate this small bowl of yellow braised chicken rice, it is quite a chef's grasp of the heat.

First, choose the best three-yellow chicken thighs, chop them into chicken nuggets, and then remove the blood water from the chicken pieces to prevent the chicken from having a fishy smell or peculiar smell, and to prevent the chicken from becoming rancid.

To simmer, add ginger, shiitake mushrooms, chili peppers, chicken pieces, add a certain proportion of water, and a certain proportion of sauce, then seal the pot and simmer.

Finally, the juice is collected, and the juice is generally collected in a casserole, the purpose of which is to retain the original flavor of the chicken for a long time. When collecting the juice, add appropriate seasonal vegetables, so that the chicken has a complete range of meat, soup and vegetables, and is rich in color, aroma and taste. ”

Song Huizong and Zhao Heng ate a bowl of each of them, and ate by themselves.

Song Huizong praised while eating, "Yellow stewed chicken rice, very good, the chicken taste is tender and non-sticky, the fragrance is strong, the chicken and rice are matched, it is very creative, it is really memorable"

Zhao Heng also gave Zhao Kai a thumbs up, his mouth was full of Dengdeng, and he said implicitly, "Third brother, this cook in your family is absolutely amazing, you can think of this kind of practice, absolutely not." ”

The appearance of Song Huizong and Zhao Heng Zhao Kai had already thought of it, but the yellow braised chicken rice almost dominated the fast food industry in later generations, and this reaction was absolutely normal.

After a storm, Liang Shicheng removed the table, and Song Huizong and Zhao Heng were extremely satisfied.

Song Huizong suddenly looked at Zhao Kai with bad intentions, "King Yun, this cook in your family is not simple, the two dishes, one soup and one yellow stewed chicken rice developed are all of the best." ”

Zhao Kai immediately saw Song Huizong's plan, this is to dig up the cook in his mouth, he hasn't opened his mouth to ask you for a cook, you started my idea first, but it's a pity that Zhao Kai did it, as for the developer, he hasn't been born yet, you spoke first, since that's the case, then don't blame me.

"Father, in fact, the sons entered the palace this time for a purpose."

When Zhao Heng heard this, he quipped, "Father, I'm just talking about something, the third brother has absolutely nothing to do and will not go to the Three Treasures Palace." ”

Song Huizong was also stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Since King Yun is so honest, I see that King Yun brought me some dishes, you say, what is your purpose, I will try my best to satisfy you." ”

When Zhao Kai heard this, he was happy, "Then the minister said bluntly, the son wanted to ask his father for a few imperial chefs this time." ”

"How many imperial chefs do you want? Several? Song Huizong was interested and asked for the request of the imperial kitchen, and Song Huizong had heard it for the first time.

Zhao Kai raised a finger and said, "Not much, a hundred." ”

Song Huizong listened to it, and almost didn't squirt out the tea that rinsed his mouth, "There are not many hundred, is King Yun going to empty my imperial dining room?" ”

"What my father said, my sons didn't believe it, and there were not 1,000 cooks in my father's imperial dining room." Zhao Kai muttered in a low voice.

Song Huizong put down the teacup and said suspiciously, "Why does King Yun want so many cooks?" ”

"Open a restaurant." Zhao Kai said straightforwardly.

Zhao Heng was on the side, and then quipped, "I don't think the third brother is going to open a restaurant, but to open an imperial dining room." ”

Zhao Kai looked at Zhao Heng with a smile on his face, but cursed Zhao Heng fiercely in his heart.

Song Huizong glanced at Zhao Heng, then looked at Zhao Kai, and continued to ask, "Why do you need so many cooks to open a restaurant?" ”

"Because Erchen wants to open the best restaurant in Tokyo, Erchen's goal is to trample alum under his feet." Zhao Kaiyi was righteous, looking quite accomplished.

Zhao Heng held his forehead, sighed lightly and shook his head slightly.

Song Huizong listened to Zhao Kai's words, looked at Zhao Kai, didn't speak, and didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

"Okay, I'll give you a hundred imperial chefs, but I'm also conditional."

"On what terms?" Zhao Kai smelled the smell of conspiracy.

"These 100 chefs should be regarded as my entry into Yunwang's restaurant, and I can also exempt Yunwang Restaurant's taxes, but in the future, 50% of Yunwang's restaurant will be profitable, and I will ask for it."

Song Huizong said it lightly, Zhao Heng was very surprised, Zhao Kai almost scolded his father, and at the same time, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart The viciousness of Song Huizong's eyes.

Song Huizong definitely ate the future of his restaurant from the two dishes, one soup and one meal just now, and he was sure that his restaurant would definitely make money in the future.

Zhao Kai looked at Song Huizong in embarrassment, "Father, it's like this, this restaurant was opened by the sons and the people, and the sons only had sixty percent of the profits in their hands." ”

After Song Huizong heard this, he slowly stretched out three fingers, "Then I will ask for thirty percent, what does King Yun think." ”

Zhao Kai was helpless, seeing Song Huizong's plain appearance, he sighed, Song Huizong is the emperor today, how dare he refuse Song Huizong, so he had to grit his teeth and say, "The honor of the son." ”