Han Chuan was a little stunned all day.

For decades, she has never forgotten what Xiao Qiu'er looked like when she died - it was winter, she was ordered by Aunt Zhang in the dining room to go to the Huanyi Bureau to get cotton clothes, and she happened to see Xiao Qiu'er being carried out. Xiao Qiu'er's back was blurred with blood, the blood and pus oozing out of the wound were frozen hard, and her clothes were stuck to the flesh and skin, so she could only tear off her clothes raw, and she didn't care about wiping her clean.

The coat was clean, but Xiao Qiu'er's face was red, swollen and purple.

Han Chuan always felt that the next moment, Xiao Qiu'er's eyes would open, and two lines of blood-red tears flowed out.

Han Chuan shook his hand and knocked over the chicken fir fungus in the cardboard box to the ground.

"Ouch, my little aunt!"

A shrill voice pulled out of the voice from the other end of the kitchen, over the mountains and over the big pot and small stove, and arrived at Han Chuan's side.

Along with the arrivals, there was also a chubby figure that did not match the shrill voice at all.

There is no cook who is not fat.

Han Chuan's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly looked up, and sure enough, he saw Grandpa Bai's wrinkled and swarthy face, and his chest suddenly felt a lot more comfortable, and he said loudly, "You're back!" A few days ago, I asked Aunt Zhang where you went, and Aunt Zhang said that there was something at home and you took a fifteen-day leave, and she didn't tell me exactly where you went, what you did, what was the matter? Are you okay? Is home okay? Is there something wrong at home? ”

As soon as I opened my mouth, I couldn't stop chattering.

Han Chuan said and said, a little like crying.

I haven't seen you in years.

I haven't seen Grandpa Bai for many years!

In the dream, she hadn't seen Grandpa Bai since she left the dining room. There is a high wall between the court and the inner palace, and the palace ladies can't get out, and no matter how old the man is, he can't get in. After that, she went out of the palace and went to Gusu City, and she was even farther away from Grandpa Bai!

She didn't expect to die that she would be able to see Grandpa Bai again!

The eye sockets of Han Chuan are red.

The chubby figure lifted and fell with a spoon neatly, and the big spoon landed on Han Chuan's head with great precision.

Now it's all right.

Han Chuan finally cried out - crying bitterly.

"What are you doing, little girl! What about beating me for attendance? Where am I going to do what are you doing? Clumsy! I can't lose this box of chicken fir if I sell you! The chubby figure leaned on the stove and squatted down to pick it up, and while picking it up, he carefully wiped the soil on the chicken fir handle on the apron, "The chicken fir is precious!" It only comes out in July and August, and it will come out for fifteen days, and after fifteen days, it will rot in the soil if it is not picked. I'll test you, where is the chicken fir flavor the best? ”

"Southern Yunnan! Chuangui! And Jiangxi! Han Chuan hurriedly wiped his tears with the back of his hand, quickly took Grandpa Bai aside to sit down and rest, squatted down and carefully picked up the fungus in small clusters, "Chicken fir, in the shallow grass in autumn and July, the first effort is like a hat, gradually like a cover, and the sundial is like a chicken feather, which is the top grade in the fungus." If you want to transport it from southern Yunnan to the capital, you have to cut off the false roots one by one, wrap them in oil paper, and quickly take the official road, the longer the delay on the road, the hotter the day, and the faster the chicken fir fungus will rot. Han Chuan couldn't hold back his excitement, "You're right, this box of chicken fir mushrooms, even if I sell it, I can't afford to lose it!" ”

Han Chuan laughed, his eyes narrowed into a curved moon.

The fat grandfather nodded heavily, his face was fat, and when he nodded, the flesh on both cheeks was shaken up, "It's okay, I haven't forgotten it all, I read a book." Grandpa, I'll teach you again, whether it's expensive ingredients or cheap ingredients, don't be half-hearted, I'm sorry for the ingredients and give up your life to fulfill your kindness! ”

Han Chuan nodded heavily.

This is what Grandpa Bai also said in his dream.

She remembered it.

Grandpa Bai is the head of the hot dish bureau in the inner dining room, and the dining room is divided into the imperial dining room, the inner dining room and the outer dining room, all of which are under the management of the court. The imperial dining room is dedicated to serving the saints, queens and queen mothers, the inner dining room serves the masters of each palace, and the outer dining room is to cook for the palace maids and eunuchs and the guards guarding the door.

Grandpa Bai's name is Bai Douguang, it is the root of the dining room, which means that the ancestors have been doing the palace cook's livelihood for generations, making a good Sichuan cuisine, the first emperor likes spicy, and the Bai family has to be reused, today's sage likes light and slightly sweet tastes, plus Grandpa Bai's age has also gone up, so he went down from the imperial dining room to the inner dining room, and is responsible for the food of Yang Shufei of Changle Palace, who was born as the governor of Sichuan, and in a few years, Grandpa Bai should retire, and the eldest grandson of Grandpa Bai was sent to the palace two years ago to inherit the craftsmanship of this door - in case of meeting a master who loves spicy food, won't the Bai family rise again?

Eating is the same as being a person, thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, and the encounters are deep.

Han Chuan was sent to the palace at the age of five, and he learned to make rouge in the inner house, and met Grandpa Bai who came to the inner house to receive a big iron pot, and Grandpa Bai said that she had a good nose and could do it in the dining room, so he took two large pieces of Xuanwei ham to find the steward of the inner house to change his name, and for a long time... The inner dining room affectionately calls her "Ham Girl"...

Han Chuan laughed when she thought about it, during that time, she always felt that she was salty, salty, and salty, and she estimated that she was pickled by this nickname and tasted it.

Later, Grandpa Bai began to teach her to cook, starting from cutting, paper bamboo shoots, Wensi tofu, squirrel mandarin fish... Teach the heat again, the twisted hair that is fried to half crispy, the sprinkler that is crispy when touched, and the fish that is steamed until it has just lost its blood... Maybe she's stupid, it's just that this stupidity is quite suitable for the cook, stupid people are simple-minded, they won't destroy the ingredients, and they follow it step by step, no matter how bad it is, it has a three-point taste. Therefore, after learning to cook for six or seven years, she is now thirteen or fourteen years old, and she can also help Grandpa Bai to make a pier.

"Bang!" A smacked spoon on the head.

"Concentrate!" Grandpa Bai screamed in his ear.

Han Chuan hurriedly gathered his thoughts, buried himself in the fine white porcelain and scraped off the soil on the chicken fir fungus little by little, and after scraping the chicken fir and cooperated with the little eunuch in the inner dining room to dismantle the whole old hen in a hurry, leaving only the legs and wings of the two pieces of movable meat torn into small strips, and broke three two wattle strips planted by Grandpa Bai himself in the yard, cut them into pieces, and matched the ingredients according to the menu.

At noon, Grandpa Bai took the spoon of Changle Palace, stir-fried shredded chicken, chicken fir mushrooms and two vitex strips, boiled a sour soup fish fillet, sliced half a duck, simmered a ham with fish maw, and brought up four stews from Master Chang on the stove next door, and made up six cold dishes and two dim sum, and took out the japonica rice from the steamer, and the inner supervisor of Changle Palace arrived, "Bai Ye is returning to the palace today?" Is your son okay? ”

Han Chuan shrank behind Bai Douguang and stood respectfully.

This is a food eunuch, she knows.