Tang Shui'er followed the people of the Meng Mansion to the kitchen.

After turning around, I walked to a separate courtyard, and when I entered the door, I could see two parallel stoves, with long platforms on both sides, and pots and pans were neatly placed on them, and the whole presented a concave shape.

At the other two ends of the kitchen is a row of small stoves, with six casseroles and other things, and many utensils hanging on the wall behind them.

At the other end of the small stove were large long tables that had been cleaned and painted, and a servant was choosing a dish.

Unlike his own cramped kitchen, Mengfu's kitchen is not only clean, but also has more seasonings and ingredients than ordinary people, Tang Shui'er can be said to be very satisfied.

When the servants saw Tang Shui'er coming in, they stopped what they were doing.

But seeing that Tang Shui'er was dressed in coarse cloth, with a bun on her head and only a black wooden hairpin inserted, she was regarded as a newly recruited female helper.

The kitchen manager is the new chef from the Meng Mansion in the past two years, and he looks very shrewd from his eyebrows.

He stopped eating melon seeds, and was about to arrange work for Tang Shui'er, when he heard Mrs. Meng, who brought her, say respectfully: "Tang Niangzi, you can use everything in the kitchen, if you need anything, just ask." ”

"This is Mrs. Tang specially invited by the master, and she will cook today's lunch, you all have to listen to her, understand?"

Mrs. Meng is the old man of the Meng Mansion, the nurse of the Meng Mansion, and she has a bit of prestige in the Meng Mansion, and the servants all bow their heads, but the Chef Sun frowned deeply, looking very unconvinced.

He grabbed Mrs. Meng and asked tentatively, "Why haven't I heard that the Meng Mansion is going to recruit new chefs?" ”

And it's a woman's family, is this like a word!

Mrs. Meng pulled out her sleeves without a trace, and said indifferently: "This is the decision of the lord and the lady, how do I know so much, come on, don't ask more, do what you should do, the Meng Mansion will not treat you badly." ”

After that, he turned his head to Tang Shui'er's attitude and instantly became polite: "Please." ”

Tang Shui'er bowed her head and passed by Chef Sun, just in time to meet the other party's scrutinizing eyes, half disdainful and half guarded.

Treat her as a job snatcher? Tang Shui'er was amused in her heart.

Meng Pozi didn't leave, so she stood aside with a handkerchief to prevent people with good eyes from messing around, especially this Chef Sun, she was not blind just now, and her uneasy and kind expression was clearly visible.

Tang Shui'er turned over all kinds of ingredients, chicken, duck and pork are complete, beef is also available, a large piece of beef brisket, there are still a lot of fish in the big tank in the corner, as for the vegetables, basically some of them are ready in this season, and the water is very fresh.

"Huh." Tang Shui'er actually found a lot of ginkgo in a basket hanging on the wall.

That's good stuff!

There was an old hen stewed in the pot, and as soon as Tang Shui'er approached, Chef Sun immediately pressed the lid of the pot, with an angry face: "This pot of chicken soup is made by me for the young master, you can't move!" ”

He hung the old hen for a day, and how much thought he put into it, just to please Young Master Meng and Mrs. Meng.

When he knew that Young Master Meng had eaten something made by others, it was said that he was still a small vendor, and he almost didn't lift the pots and bowls, and the things he made by a chef in a big restaurant were actually not as good as a small vendor?

Ridiculous, ridiculous!

Now he could already guess that the little woman in front of him, who didn't look like a good person, was a little vendor who could make the young master eat and eat.

Tang Shui'er felt the hostile anger of the other party, and was a little speechless, there are kitchen rules in the kitchen, how could she touch the things that others have made.

Mrs. Meng, who was standing outside, looked worried, she said that everything in the kitchen could be used by Tang Shui'er, wasn't Chef Sun's move just slapping her in the face.

Under Chef Sun's thief-proof gaze, Tang Shui'er calmly took a plate of dried lilies next to the pot, hooked the corners of his mouth mockingly, and was so angry that Chef Sun fell upside down.

Tang Shui'er found a clean apron and tied it, rolled up her sleeves and carefully washed her hands, picked out some dried lilies from the plate and soaked them in the bowl for later use.

Then she took out a handful of red dates, half a ginseng and a small piece of poria from the cabinet, and asked people to clean the rice.

She picked up a kitchen knife, cut the ginseng and ginger into thin slices, and ground the poria cocos into coarse powder, soaked them in water and handed them to the maid who was about to start the work: "After a stick of incense, fry it in a medicine jar, fry it twice, and then mix the medicinal juice with the clean rice and put it in a casserole to boil, understand?" ”

Tang Shui'er has always been the same in the kitchen, and when she speaks, she unconsciously brings the habits of her previous life.

The servant was frightened by her stern tone, which could not be refuted, and nodded cautiously in his hand like a chicken pecking rice.

Tang Shui'er, who was called the "big devil" of the kitchen in her previous life, was very satisfied with her attitude, and the corners of her mouth hooked slightly.

Carrying a plump hen, the bulky kitchen knife can play with a flower in her hand, and the thick chicken breast meat is clearly textured and neatly spread on the cutting board.

I took a kitchen knife again, and the two knives went together, and the silver light bursted, and the chicken on the cutting board was quickly chopped into fine minced meat, and the kitchen knife was copied against the cutting board, and all the minced meat was piled up on a clean porcelain plate.

"Tang Niangzi, the taro is washed."

The servant brought the washed and peeled taro, Tang Shui'er took it and cut it into slices, and instructed while cutting: "Burn the fire and put on the steamer." ”

"Okay."

The dry wood ignited, crackling sparks appeared, and the boiling water under the steamer was boiling, and the steamer lid was lifted, and the hot white air came to the face.

After the taro was put on the cage drawer, Tang Shui'er wiped his hands clean, picked up two eggs and knocked them lightly on the edge of the bowl with one hand, and his five fingers effortlessly pinched the egg shell, and the egg yolk and egg liquid both fell into the bottom of the bowl.

Meng Pozi and the others stared at Tang Shui'er's movements with both eyes, but the speed in her hand was too fast, and she swiped along a row of spices, and she basically couldn't see what she put in it and how much it was.

The only thing I know is that there must be salt in it!

Chef Sun crossed his arms and watched from the side, pouting disdainfully, and secretly slandering, knowing that he was engaging in these bells and whistles to deceive people who didn't know how to cook.

It's just a country woman, and she can make some delicious dishes, and I'm afraid she doesn't even know some things.

But he didn't dare to admit that the things Tang Shui'er made were all things he hadn't seen before, and he hadn't even figured out what Tang Shui'er was going to cook until now.

Tang Shui'er put the prepared paste aside for later use.

And when Tang Shui'er took the pork belly, Chef Sun laughed mercilessly.

Sure enough, the countryside is uninformed, so it's revealing at this time.

Even Mrs. Meng, who had just paid attention to Tang Shui'er, looked a little embarrassed when she saw the pork belly in Tang Shui'er's hand.

The maid in charge of the ingredients said with a sneering face: "Tang Niang, this pig can't be eaten in the water." ”