Chapter 262: Jia Lao has Alzheimer's?
"How so? How can you have curry? It makes Huamian feel so incredible because curry is not a single flavor or a few seasonings that can be made, it requires nearly 20 kinds of ingredients to modulate, and in the process of production, the proportion between various materials is quite accurate.
"How do you know the name of this thing?" , After hearing Hua Mian call out the curry, Jia Lao looked at Hua Mian with many more complicated ingredients in his eyes.
Although this powder was originally brought back from Xiyao by the caravan, but because the quantity was extremely scarce at the beginning, and no one had ever seen or heard of it, Jia Lao only said in the idle chat that he listened to the head of the Jade Cui Palace, and the other party had dealings with several major merchants in the city for some special reasons, so he took the curry powder given by Jia Lao to look for it outside the palace, and finally let him find it.
“… This...", although the person who asked the question was Jia Lao, but at this moment, Hua Mian was the one who wanted to ask this question the most, as people from another world, where did they hear about the name curry? Huamian has long had a lot of questions, and the names of many ingredients in this world are the same as those in the previous world, even if there are slight differences, but they are still roughly the same.
“… I am... I heard in the flower street that the flower girls on the flower street often receive gifts from customers, and some people send curry powder as incense powder."
Fortunately, Hua Mian brought Jia Lao some seasonings that he had collected in Flower Street, and when he heard her say that he obtained them in Flower Street, although he still had doubts, he had returned to normal discussions.
"In that case, do you know how this curry powder should be eaten?"
This is to ask Huamian, she has only made curry cubes bought in the supermarket, as for curry powder, I have studied it in the seasoning area, but after all, it is not as convenient as buying a good curry cube, but the smell of the two forms is still the same, and it must not be too difficult to make.
"I haven't tried this before, I've used curry that has congealed into lumps when I was in Flower Street... But I don't think the difference between the two should be too big, but I see that Jia Lao is so familiar with curry, but have you ever made curry dishes? ”
Hearing Hua Mian's question, Jia Lao lowered his head and looked at the box in his hand, and shook his head gently, "No, but I have a memory of curry in my sense of taste, a deep memory, I must have eaten it somewhere."
Hua Mian looked at the old man opposite holding the wooden box, as if he was really seriously recalling where he had eaten, and subconsciously spat in his heart: "This can't be Alzheimer's, right?" Have you ever eaten and you don't remember seeing yourself? … I just don't know if I can get a point..."
Jia Lao came back to his senses from his thoughts, and saw Hua Mian staring at the wooden box in his hand, and subconsciously hugged the box tightly, "Don't think about it, that's all there is to it, it's not enough for you... Don't look at it, it's useless for you to bring out His Highness Eleven."
“… Stingy", Hua Mian muttered quietly.
"What are you talking about me?"
"No, no, I want to say that since you are the imperial chef, it is not easy to restore the ingredients of the curry."
"It's not that easy..."
"It's not easy and it doesn't mean you can't do it, you're Jia Lao"
……
When Hua Mian walked out of the palace gate of the imperial dining room, in addition to the basket full of ingredients on Xiao Jin's back, she also had a palm-sized small white porcelain bottle in her hand, and the bottle contained curry powder that was softly ground and soaked from Jia Lao.