Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Family Gets on the Road Neatly
Everyone felt a chill in their backs, and they all touched their necks and swallowed their saliva, always feeling that this little grain could cut a cut in their throats in the next second.
Xiaoguzi calmly started to add oil, the green onion was fragrant, the shredded potatoes were thin and transparent, turned over the pot, the fire in the pot, turned the pot three or four times, within a moment, there was a fragrance, a few eunuchs who did not know it smelled at the door, only felt refreshed, the sleepiness was swept away, and the greedy insects in the belly were about to run out, they looked for the fragrance, and saw that the place was surrounded by a circle of people, and at this time they were staring straight in a direction.
"Which chef is working on a new dish?"
"Let's see."
"Liang Laosan, have you researched anything delicious again, and what ...... have you added this time?"
Dao Lao Si and Qian Lao Er shouted while pushing and shoving, and when they pulled away from the crowd, they saw a strange boy frying shredded potatoes????
Xiao Guzi was indifferent, his eyebrows and eyes counted lightly for three seconds, and he put it on the plate, and the aftertaste was bursting.
Dao Lao Si was immediately stunned, and immediately lay on the plate of shredded potatoes with golden color and excellent appearance, and sniffed and smelled again.
His eyes lit up, and he tasted a few bites directly, "Yo, it's strange, how this shredded potato is fried, it's even better than the master's craftsmanship!" ”
When everyone saw the fourth knife say this, they all started to pinch it, as if they were afraid that they wouldn't be able to eat it when it was too late.
"Woo, it's delicious, why are we doing it mediocre, why is this fragrant saliva coming up?"
Everyone also praised it, and after a while, there was a bottom left on the plate.
Liang Laosan also ate it, and he couldn't say that this food was not good with his conscience, his face was a little unbearable, and he snorted lightly, "We can make this regular dish, whether it tastes good or not is another matter, but who knows how this small millet dish will be made." ”
Xiao Guzi glanced at them lightly, "Eating people with short mouths, I can't listen to you yin and yang weirdness here, as for what will happen if I make hard dishes-that's also the emperor's to eat, and it's not your turn-"
The last half of the sentence was said to Liang Laosan.
After speaking, regardless of the faces of everyone present, he walked around the imperial dining room.
There is a big yard behind this dining room, hanging some bacon and the like, and another firewood room, Gu Shu almost understood, in the eyes of everyone, bent down to touch out a fat old hen from the chicken cage, and used a knife to accurately cut the chicken's neck in the sound of the chicken's cooing, threw it to the stunned little eunuch next to him, and then took out a few eggs from it, ready to let their family go on the road neatly.
The little eunuch was stunned by the hand that the newcomer showed just now, although he didn't taste it, but the apprentices of Mr. Wei had clapped his hands and praised him, and he got an order, grabbed the chicken's neck and went to do something.
Under the gaze of everyone, Xiaoguzi cleaned up the chicken with an expressionless face and neat hands and feet, disemboweled, raised the knife in his hand, stuffed the chicken head into the chicken belly, put in the green onion and ginger packet, and made soup on low heat.
In early spring, most of the vegetables were radishes, potatoes and cabbage stored in winter, Gu Shu waited for a while, raised his hand and beckoned a few little eunuchs along the small corner door in the dining room, whispered, and took out a silver ingot in the latter's strange and shocked gaze.
"The rest is a tip."
The little eunuch left with the silver on his face.
When the little eunuch came back with a sack of things, he saw a pile of mud pots piled up in the originally clean courtyard, and a few people with big shoulders and round waists were piling up something with mud on their hands under the command of Xiao Guzi.
The little eunuch looked strange, first sent the things over, and then interjected while Xiao Guzi was checking, "Hey, little brother, are you going to get a stove?" ”
Xiao Guzi hummed paradoxically, and took out a large pile of green wild vegetables from the sack in his hand.