Sent the old housekeeper to busy himself first, estimating that it was still early for the couple to arrive, Xie Zuo took Xie Qingyi and walked to the backyard.

In addition to the utility room in the backyard, there is a firewood room and a back kitchen. The firewood room was locked up in the half-dead three masters, and after a waterlogging, the goods poured almost everything they knew, and it was estimated that there was nothing left in the stomach, and of course Xie Zuo was not interested in frying cold rice again. His purpose was to go to the back kitchen to have a look.

If the old housekeeper was there, he might have to mumble a few words about the gentleman's distant cooking, but with Xie Qingyi beside him, there was no problem, and he didn't even feel that there was anything wrong with the young master inspecting his kitchen.

There was no one in the kitchen, it was not time to prepare the meal, and it was normal for no one to be there. Xie Zuo walked around, only to see a long board, on the side of the desk a row of knives, some with a bend like a hook, shaped like a dagger with two sides of the blade, and five feet wide like a board axe more like a kitchen knife. Xie Zuo noticed that these knives were mainly bronze, a small amount of them were made of pig iron, and as for the steel knives, there was not a single one.

On top of the board, there is a row of copper hooks, on which are hung lamb, dehaired chickens and ducks, and even a fresh fish. On the other side of the board is where the stove is located.

With just one glance, Xie Zuo understood why cooking was so unpalatable.

The two stoves, not an iron pot, not a stew pot, not even a clay pot or anything, are actually two huge bronze kettles!

The kettle, also called the pin, the so-called "there is enough to say Ding, there is no foot to say Gong". To put it bluntly, it's just a big copper pot. Unlike the copper pot of mutton shabu in later generations, the wall of the kettle in this era is quite thick, and there is no grip that can cool down, so don't think about the temperature control, heat, and spoon that must be used for stir-frying. In addition, due to the heat dissipation of the metal itself, it is difficult to lock in the umami of the ingredients themselves, so the taste of the things stewed with this thing can be imagined.

Walking out of the kitchen, Xie Zuo sighed. I thought about using the existing ingredients to see if I could make something new, but after the kitchen trip, I gave up this idea.

Without an iron pan, there is no way to fry, stir-fry, and fry; Without a saucepan, even making soup has become a luxury. As for methods such as burning, stewing, and baking, it is even more impossible to think about it. Could it be that when the birds come in the evening, they can only get some barbecue meat to eat? Well, at least it's better than unsalted and tasteless meat soup.

"Tsing Yi, is there a ...... in the house, uh, such a shape, iron, with a charcoal fire" Xie Zuo gestured to the shape of the barbecue grill, trying to dig something new.

Who knew that Xie Qingyi's eyes were glaring: "Young master, what are you kidding!" Folk iron tools are no more than three feet long and no more than one foot wide, which are all clearly stipulated by the government. As for private cast iron, it is a felony, and our family is the home of the eunuchs, how can we know the law and break the law? ”

Hey! Looking at the stunned boy's righteous appearance, Xie Zuo was angry. A violent shudder knocked on Xie Qingyi's forehead:

"That's why you don't believe it. This kind of thing, just tell outsiders, what are you fighting with me! ”

But the barbecue grill is gone, Xie Zuo walked out stupidly, it seems that the days of eating white water cabbage will be postponed! At the same time, I secretly swore in my heart that when I got through this crisis, I would get the iron pot out first. This time, he missed a bowl of oily meat, and he was about to be stunned.

As soon as I walked to the middle courtyard, someone suddenly came to report that someone outside the door asked to see me.

Xie Zuo was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart that this time is really evil. It is said that there are not a few outsiders at the gate of the Xie family's compound for a year, but they can cross by themselves, first the bandits, then the Yu account room, and a little girl just came.

Whether it's a blessing or a curse, if someone visits by name, he, the host, must be welcomed. Xie Zuo asked Xie Qingyi to inform the old housekeeper, while he tidied up his clothes and went to the gate to greet him.

When I got out of the courtyard gate, I saw someone at a glance. As soon as he looked at him, Xie Zuo almost stopped laughing.

Without him, it's really the dress of the one at the door, it's too vivid.

This person is nearly forty years old, with strange eyebrows, elegant and handsome, and three strands of long hair under his chin swaying gently with the wind, quite a bit of a fairy wind. He wore a boxy crown on his head, and his ochre-colored scribe's shirt was slightly shabby, but the pulp was fairly clean. In his arms, he reported a long bamboo tube that he didn't know what to do, and he held a rein in his hand, and the other end of the reins was put on the head of a green donkey, and there was a long flag hanging obliquely in the blanket on the green donkey, and the book "good luck and evil have life, and good fortune and misfortune are in the chest" eight big characters.

Just this shape, at a glance, isn't it just a lively look of Zhang Guo's old age? Looking at his long flag, I dare to love this is a fortune teller! But then again, what is a fortune teller looking for himself? Could it be that looking at his bones, he can't hand over the "heavy responsibility of maintaining world peace" to him?

It was easy to hold back a laugh, Xie Zuo walked up to the visitor, bowed, and said:

"Xie Zuo, I don't know why Mr. came?"

When the fortune teller heard this, he suddenly raised his head, and instead of answering Xie Zuo's words, he stared at Xie Zuo's face with great interest, and snorted while watching.

Seeing this appearance, Xie Zuo had almost made up his mind about this person. This is a charlatan who wants to come to the door to cheat a few pocket money. Isn't it? Don't talk when you meet, patronize and look at people, what about looks, right?

Just when Xie Zuo thought that the mouth of this product was "I Guan Ru Bone Qingqi", this person suddenly said:

"Like, like!"

Like your sister! Xie Zuoqiang resisted the urge to spray the other party's face, and frowned:

"What the hell is the matter, sir? If there is nothing else, Xie still has something to do, so I will not accompany him! ”

Unexpectedly, the man actually sneered and said happily:

"Sure enough, even this impatient character is exactly the same!"

It's over, isn't it? Xie Zuoteng became angry, raised his eyebrows, and said sharply:

"Fun, huh? Come to my house to have fun, what the hell are you doing? If you have something to say, get out of here! ”

At this moment, the fortune teller's face was a little unbearable, and he muttered sullenly:

"How impatient! It's also a scholarly family, and there must always be some outstanding bearing, so frizzy, what kind of system! ”

Oh, I'm going to it! Xie Zuo was furious, this girl is sick, right! As soon as I came to the door, I stared at people's faces, and said some brainless words, that's all, now I actually say that my brother has no bearing, and it is your turn to teach you a lesson? Isn't this typical looking for a draw!

Xie Zuo looked around left and right, planning to find a handy thing and teach this thing a good lesson. Suddenly, an exclamation came from behind him:

"Huh? Isn't this Mr. Continuation? How did you get here! ”

Xie Zuo turned his head to look in wonder, but it was the old housekeeper, accompanied by Xie Qingyi, who ran out in a hurry, and greeted the fortune teller enthusiastically as soon as he came up. It seems that not only do the two know each other, but they also have a great relationship.

Get! Since the old housekeeper knew him, he put up with it. Xie Zuo stupidly gave up the plan to look for the guy, and was about to get acquainted again, but the next sentence of the fortune teller made him have the intention of turning around and looking for a stick.

"Brother Qin, your young master, has he rarely studied recently?"