Hu Zhong, the chief manager of the imperial dining room, looked at the two potatoes on the board and was a little troubled. No one has ever done this thing, and on this big night, the dead eunuch sent two mud eggs, saying that they were hand-picked by the saints, and they didn't get angry.

There is a rule in the imperial diet of the palace, and ingredients that are difficult to supply and scarce in the four seasons are generally not placed in the imperial dining room of the palace. Most of them are some common ingredients such as chickens, ducks, geese, pigs, cattle and sheep, so most of the emperors who can live to the age of forty or fifty are fat and fat. Those seafood delicacies are very rare, without him, in case the emperor wants to eat a winter bamboo shoot in summer and a river fresh in winter, where can I find it? Take the head to the emperor to do? It was really taken for the emperor to make it, and many imperial chefs were beheaded for this reason. Later, the imperial dining room formed a rule, not fresh.

"Fuck me bringing this thing up. It's really going to kill you. Hu Zhong flicked the potato with the spoon, didn't know what to do with it, and frowned. The nose sniffed, and pinched it with his hand, and said, "It's quite soft, so it won't break the teeth of the saint." ”

The deputy on one side paid attention and said, "Boss, how do you see this." How about we peel this potato, grind it into a puree, hang the umami with the broth, and make a soup? ”

Hu Zhong thought for a while, nodded and said, "Cheng, that's it." He couldn't think of a better way, so he had to make ends meet.

The deputy on the side didn't know that his idea was the mashed potatoes of the future...... I don't even know that because tonight's addition dish has become a classic dish of the imperial meal in the future.

The whole imperial dining room was busy for half an hour, and finally, Hu Zhong touched the sweat on his forehead, and the clean kitchen towel wiped off the soup at the mouth of the bowl, and the bowl was as yellow as a ...... Like a ...... after diarrhea The stuff was brought out. also gave a well-known name - the emperor's grace is mighty!

Sprinkle with finely chopped green onions and smell fragrant.

The eunuch outside had been waiting for the food to be served, and he was so anxious that he walked back and forth several times. Hu Zhong wiped the sweat from his forehead, put the big bowl on the wooden plate, and said, "The name of the dish is Emperor Enwan." ”

The eunuch hurriedly brought the dishes to the Heart Cultivation Palace. Sun Chengzong enjoyed unprecedented treatment, and he was able to eat with Shengshang.

"Quick, bring it to me. Let me taste the taste of this potato! Zhu Youzhen couldn't wait to lift the lid of the bowl, and the fragrance was fragrant.

"Holy Lord, this dish is called Huang's Grace!" Don't mention the name, it really has that artistic conception. The shape is also there, and the meaning is also there, so I don't know the taste......

Zhu Youzhen stretched out his spoon and tasted it. After tasting a bite, Zhu Youzhen didn't speak, continued to spoon, tasted another bite, and said, "Delicious!" It's delicious! The taste of this potato is comparable to that of chicken and goose, and it is really delicious! ”

Sun Chengzong glanced at the potatoes that were made like soup, shook his head, and didn't know what to say. This is a pile of flour, and it is delicious to be hung with broth and sprinkled with green onions......

"Sun Shangshu, tell me, how should I reward Yang Fan?"

Sun Chengzong has not touched a single chopstick, and it is a great honor to be able to sit here. If he really doesn't know what to do and what is wrong, and regards the politeness of the saint as a blessing, his grandson's officials in the past few decades can also be said to be a dog.

"Saint, Yang Fan can be reused, but he can't be handed over to real power." Sun Chengzong's eyes are vicious and discerning. Nature can see through.

"Why?"

"If you return to the saint, the minister will come into contact with him for a few days, and this person has a straightforward temperament, but he is not unintelligent, and he knows what to do and what not to do." Sun Chengzong sat down, always just touching the edge of the chair, which was not much easier than standing, "But Yang Fan's origin is unknown, and his identity is also suspicious, which is what Lao Chen is most worried about." ”

"I know this very well. I've seen it at Jiafu Temple. It's a manufacturable material, but I don't understand, why can't it be entrusted with real power? ”

Sun Chengzong said: "The minister has seen what he did in the Thirteen Peaks, and he leads his subordinates like brothers. Seven thousand soldiers and civilians all sacrificed their lives to accompany each other, and such a person would really work for him. It is not difficult to explain why the 30,000 remnants of the armed army can withstand the 10,000 elite soldiers of the reckless Gurtai. His words seemed to praise Yang Fan, but if you understand it carefully, you have some other meanings.

"Then according to Shangshu's opinion, what should it be?"

Sun Chengzong had already thought of a plan and said: "The Holy Lord can appoint him as the commander of the thirteen county guards, give him the glory of his name, and send some people to the army in the thirteen posts, so that his actions can also be restrained." ”

"I've thought about it a long time ago. However, Shangshu's handwriting is still a little smaller, and I decided to make him Linghebo, this front line in western Liaoxi is his fiefdom! ”

Sun Chengzong didn't expect Zhu Youzhen to make such a big move, and said: "Isn't the saint afraid that this Yang Fan will really turn against the water?" You must know that he secretly released 4,000 gold soldiers. ”

"I'm not one of those officials, I grabbed those people's pigtails and didn't let go. Don't use suspicious people, don't suspect people. I promised at the beginning that this was a great victory for Linghe, so I would let him be a signator. Zhu Youzhen ate another spoonful of "Imperial Grace".

Sun Chengzong got up and said, "It's not too early, the old minister won't disturb the saint's meal, and he will retire." "This is definitely shocking news. Da Ming is extremely harsh on knighthoods with different surnames, and without great military merits, it is impossible to be knighted. As for the kings and dukes, there are even fewer of them, most of them are posthumously, but they are just a kind of praise, and they have no real power. Such a knighthood is absolutely rare.

"That's right, Shangshu. Last time I bet ......"

"The old minister has ordered someone to send the four screens to the palace. If there is nothing to do with the saint, the old minister will retire first. Sun Chengzong's eyelids twitched, and he slowly closed the door of the palace. The cool breeze was behind Sun Chengzong, whistling, and he muttered.

"Ling Hebo? What kind of system does it become to be knighted in a battle? What a system! ”

……

Behind the screen, a person walked out, with a phoenix crown and a xiaxia veil, wearing a nine-phoenix embroidered gold flow skirt, holding a three-year-old child in his arms.

Zhu Youzhen was a father at the beginning, and he naturally liked it tightly, so he took over his eldest son Zhu Cihong from Zhou's hands, and whispered the child's name, "Er, are you good today?" ”

"Melon!" The child replied with a slurrel, touching the corners of his father's mouth with his little hands, wiping off the remaining mashed potatoes, intentionally or unintentionally. Zhu Youzhen was overjoyed and said with a smile: "You'er is really good." ”

"Did you hear it all in the back?"

Zhou nodded, served a bowl of soup for Zhu Youzhen, blew it intimately, put it in front of Zhu Youzhen, and then hugged Zhu Cihong and said, "The concubine listened." Wouldn't it be too risky for the Holy Admiral to hand over the east of Linghe to Yang Fan? ”

The soup on the table was stirred by Zhu Youzhen with a spoon, and after eating the potato in his stomach, he seemed to be really full, so he put the spoon down again, and said: "Queen, you will never understand what a pleasant feeling it is to talk speculatively between two men of the same age. If he Yang Fan really has the ability, he can fight for the entire Liaodong from Huang Taiji, I, why not seal him the Marquis of Liaodong? ”

"You're not afraid that you won't be able to control Yang Fan? The son of a high-ranking man, he is dissolute by nature. Potatoes, cement, these things that the concubines had never heard of and never seen, but in his hands, they became sharp weapons. Such a talent cannot be controlled, and it is inevitable that it will be burning. The most terrifying thing is the strategy of God, such a person is not well controlled, and it is easy to hit his own feet. ”

Zhu Youzhen stroked the green silk of the Zhou clan and said with a smile: "A person who promised me not to be a subordinate, but also helped the Ming army to win this great battle related to survival. Such a person is a person who really works for the Ming Dynasty. The more he will gain, the more stable my Ming will be, what's wrong? ”

Zhou smiled and teased Zhu Cihong with his hand. Political affairs, she has always been untouched, only when Zhu Youzhen asks, she will give a little Jianyi. Now that Zhu Youzhen has made up her mind, what she needs to do is support.

"Your Majesty, what is this dish called?"

"The Emperor's grace is immense."

Under the candlelight, Zhou smiled, touched Zhu Cihong's soft yellow hair, and muttered:

"That's good."