(Thanks to Dameng, Chubby, Hammer S)

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This is an elegant pavilion, in the center of the painted four sheep kneeling to carry the empty moire food table, on the table placed four color plates, a color bowl, containing steaming food. They are lamb bone pot radish (radish) soup, Shu sauce dipped in turnip (kohlrabi), clear winter sunflower, lotus root soup, and pickled dried bamboo shoots.

This is the lunch of Ban Yuanjun, the richest daughter in the northwest.

This kind of diet, in the future generations, is said to be a diet if it sounds good, and it is shabby to say that it is unpleasant. In fact, Ban Yuanjun didn't have the idea of dieting, this was her normal lunch. The difference with her father and brother is that there are only a few plates of meat and a sprinkler.

Ban started with animal husbandry, and there will never be a shortage of meat at home, Ban Yuanjun is tired of eating when he is young, and his diet tends to be light, so he is mostly vegetarian. It's just that with the primary cooking techniques of the Han Dynasty and the shortage of ingredients, even the top chefs of this era don't want to make any delicious dishes.

This meal of four dishes and one soup, coupled with the fragrant Liang rice, as well as the high-grade wolfberry sauce, minced ginger, green onion and other condiments produced in Shudi, is absolutely hearty.

In the face of such a "sumptuous" table of dishes, Ban Yuanjun had no appetite, and tapped his red lips with a white jade chopstick, stunned.

There was a brisk step as Ping'er walked into Yaxuan with a boxy tray on her face.

Ban Yuanjun didn't pay much attention, her eyes were focused on the colorful bowls on the tray, and her eyebrows frowned slightly: "Didn't you send a bowl of deer breast, why did you bring it back so quickly?" Doesn't Zhang Jun like to eat deer breast? ”

Ping'er hurriedly said: "Zhang Jun accepted the deer breast and gave it back with three dishes, and now it is the first dish." As he spoke, he placed the square plate on the table.

Ban Yuanjun smiled with his head bowed, this Zhang Jun is really courteous. It's just that the best cooks in the northwest are all in their own homes, and the dishes made by Ban's Restaurant are also well-known. These **** let Ping'er send all the good dishes of the house, Zhang Jun's return is of course his intention, but his accompanying maid is just a mountain and wild woman, I am afraid that I have never eaten a few good dishes, how can I make any good dishes.

Ban Yuanjun waved the jade chopstick: "Zhang Jun has received it, one dish is enough, and the remaining two dishes are exempt...... Well, you can take this bowl of food back to the house, taste a few spoons, and if you can't eat it, you can share it with the people in the house who have served Zhang Jun in the past few days, and it will be said that it is Zhang Jun's thank you. ”

Apple stopped talking.

Ban Yuanjun noticed the strange expression on her face at this time, and frowned, "What? ”

Ping'er snorted, "Zhang Jun said...... This dish is cooked by him, so please ask the little lady to taste it......"

Ban Yuanjun's apricot eyes became more and more round: "You mean...... Zhang Jun personally ...... Cooking? ”

"Well, that's what Zhang Jun said......"

"This ...... This can be ......," Ban Yuanjun didn't know what to say.

In this era, they have identified Zhang Fang as the identity of the noble son of Chang'an, and they can't imagine the appearance of a noble son who cooks with his sleeves rolled up......

Although he was really speechless about Zhang Fang's identity-losing behavior, it was understandable to think of his "amnesia". Since Zhang Fang cooked the dishes himself, Ban Yuanjun couldn't help but appreciate it.

"That's it, that's ...... Open the lid of the bowl and see how Zhang Jun is doing. When he said this, Ban Yuanjun was mentally prepared to frown.

As soon as the lid is opened, a special fragrance mixed with the aroma of meat and vegetables comes to the nose, and people can't help but intensify the saliva secretion and swallow the saliva.

Ban Yuanjun and Ping'er rounded their eyes together: "This is ...... Boiled deer breast? ”

"But...... I don't know how many times I've eaten deer breast boiled mushroom, how can there be such a ......"

Deer breast is venison, and bracket is water spinach, which is one of the home dishes of the Han Dynasty. At this moment, this bowl of "deer breast boiled mushroom", the brown venison is bubbling with oil, and the green water spinach is shiny, which makes people appetizing when they look at it, and the unique aroma of stir-fried vegetables is tangy, so that the master and servant who have never eaten cooking food are all stunned.

Ban Yuanjun tried to clip a spoon and put it in his mouth, and small stars suddenly popped up in his eyes, and then the second and third clips...... When the last water spinach at the bottom of the bowl was caught by the jade chopstick, Ping'er's weak voice came: "Little lady, the little maid has only sandwiched two chopsticks......"

Ban Yuanjun smiled: "Okay, open your mouth......" and threw the last water spinach into Ping'er's mouth.

After Ban Yuanjun finished eating, he rinsed his mouth with light salt water, wiped his mouth with a silk silk, and thought of Fang Cai's large piece of food, eating indecently, it was really embarrassing.

The master and servant looked at each other for a while, and the same words turned in their hearts: This Zhang Jun's craftsmanship is simply ......

But Ban Yuanjun opened his mouth, but what he said was: "Didn't you say that there is a second dish?" ”

Ping'er sighed: "Little maid, let's go ......"

Ban Yuanjun's face was slightly red: "...... I saw that you didn't eat much, so I ......."

Ping'er covered her mouth and said, "Yes, yes, the little lady really cares for the little maid......" and ran away as she spoke.

Ping'er came back quickly, still the square plate, still the colored bowl. And this time, Ban Yuanjun is full of expectations.

The lid opened, and the two little heads approached together, this time ...... Like an egg?

That's right, this time it's an omelette, or to be precise, an egg floss roll meat. It is also fried with oily aroma, mixed with the fragrance of minced meat and green onions...... Four egg floss rolls, two each of the master and servant, are still unfinished.

Then comes the third course: stir-fried bamboo shoots with sliced meat. Also less than a minute after the lid was opened, the wind swept away, and I almost swallowed my tongue. And that table of "delicacies" has not been touched from beginning to end.

In fact, these three dishes are all home-cooked dishes, and Zhang Fang's craftsmanship is the level of chefs in small restaurants in later generations, and they are also subject to various elbows without MSG and seasonings. But in this era when the diet is still in the urn boiling kettle, the first time I eat a wok, how can Ban Yuanjun and Ping'er not fall for it?

"Let's go, go and thank Zhang Jun."

Ban Yuanjun thanked him, but more importantly, he wanted to see how Zhang Fang made these delicious dishes.

In the west courtyard where Zhang Fang and the others lived, Ban Yuanjun finally saw it, but he was even more confused.

Zhang Fang showed her an iron monster plate with a handle, the size of a basin, and a smooth bottom: "This is called a frying pan, I went to the iron workshop in your house to build it, and it will be completed today." Stir-fry with this thing, heat transfer is fast, the taste is fragrant, it can be fried, fried, fried, stewed, and made different dishes......"

Zhang Fang said as he used a spoon to fill the oil, heat the pan, put the vegetables, and stir-fry...... Flames burst from the ground, causing Ban Yuanjun and Ping'er to retreat and scream.

The Han brothers, Qingyan, Qu Liang and others on the side watched while eating, and they enjoyed it with relish.

Looking at Zhang Fang, who was wearing a strange cloth bag (apron) and stir-frying skillfully, Ban Yuanjun didn't know what to say. Her eyes flickered up and down with the wok, as if she felt something, and blurted out: "Zhang Jun was mistaken for a private shield by Sanshui Xu officials that day...... Could it be this? ”

With a bang, a pot of steaming fragrant meat was poured into a large bowl. Zhang Fang casually threw the pan into the air and spun it a few times, raised his hand to catch it, and looked back and smiled: "Exactly." ”

Talking to Ban Yuanjun in his mouth, he didn't look back, and with a bang, the iron pot buckled the big bowl and blocked a few pairs of wooden chopsticks from the bottom of the pot.

"I said, the cook also wants to eat, and this last dish must be left to me, right?"