Speaking of children, the first thing that came to Rong Ling's mind was the princes and princesses of the Dajing Dynasty.

As the three-grade imperial chef in the palace, Rong Ling not only needs to cook the meals of the emperor and the ladies, but also needs to prepare meals for the princes and princesses in the palace.

With her many years of experience in the imperial dining room, this group of children has been eating and drinking since they were young. Therefore, I am also very picky about my diet, and I have always had extremely high requirements.

Although Rong Ling didn't know whose child her bento was going to be for this time, since she could satisfy the tastes of all the princes and princesses in the Dajing Dynasty, who else could she not handle here?

Could it be that a modern child can be more difficult than a prince?

Rong Ling, who has always been full of confidence in himself, this time is no exception.

She already knew what she had to do to complete the mission.

"Dangdangdang—"

When Rong Ling finished the recording of this episode of "Something in the Kitchen", she returned home non-stop.

Because Rong Hang was going to participate in the health promotion week, his home was empty at this time, and such a quiet environment was just right for Rong Ling to make food.

On the way back, she had already ordered the ingredients she needed online.

Crossing from the Dajing Dynasty, Rong Ling didn't feel too excited when she looked at the bustling high-rise buildings, but this modern and developed network technology really amazed her.

Such a convenient way to buy is really convenient and fast, as a chef, the ingredients actually arrive home before people, such a speed, I have to make Rong Ling admire from the bottom of my heart.

"The side dishes are cut, and the next is to prepare the plums."

Saying that, Rong Ling soaked the purchased plums in water, and the sweet plums themselves had a sour taste, but after soaking, the sourness decreased a lot, and it was easier for children to accept.

After the plums are soaked, Rong Ling puts them on a cutting board and cuts them into small pieces little by little with a knife, so that they can better absorb the flavor in the stir-frying.

Next, Rong Ling took out two more eggs from the refrigerator, she beat them in a bowl, added a little refined salt to taste, and set them aside for later use.

"The plums and eggs are finished, it's time for the jujubes."

Rong Ling took out a handful of jujubes from the bag, cleaned them one by one and removed the cores, and then she took out the juicer and put the jujubes into the juicer to break them, and with the booming sound, the jujubes slowly turned into minced pieces.

Rong Ling poured the jujube powder out of the juicer little by little, and then added water to dilute it.

A bowl of thick jujube soup is ready.

"Finally, there's broccoli."

Rong Ling broke the broccoli into small pieces one by one, and then chopped them with a knife, and then, like the jujubes, they were also put into a juicer to crush.

This lunch, Rong Ling plans to make the three-color plum rice that is the favorite of all the princes and princesses in the Dajing Dynasty.

When it comes to three colors, there are three flavors – the red of jujube, the green of broccoli and the yellow of eggs.

Of course, in addition to color vision, in order to better stimulate the taste of the princes and princesses, Rong Ling also deliberately added plums to the rice.

This sweet and sour plum can be said to be both appetizing and delicious, and with the three colors of the bento, it is deeply loved by the princes and princesses in the palace.

And this time, in modern times, she wants to replicate this plum rice.

Compared with the Great Jing Dynasty, modern high technology has helped Rong Ling a lot. Just like this juicer, if it is placed in the palace of the Dajing Dynasty, all the chopping steps must be completed by Rong Ling himself.

But this time, with the help of the juicer, Rong Ling's production speed has increased a lot.

"Gee, that's a good thing too. When I go back, I'll take it back with me. ”

Rong Ling crossed his hands on his hips, looked at the running juicer, and nodded frequently, it seemed that he had already made plans to "kidnap" it.

In this way, under Rong Ling's operation, the three colors of this plum rice are completed, and the next part is the fried rice.

Although this part looks simple, whether or not the flavor of the three colors can be stir-fried evenly and perfectly blended with the rice is a great test of the chef's skill.

Rong Ling first took out the dry rice that had been prepared in the refrigerator before, and then poured the base oil into the pot.

"Zira—"

The rice was put into the pot, Rong Ling stir-fried it with a frying spoon, and the rice spread out in the pot after a few strokes.

Rong Ling first poured in the prepared eggs, and although the egg mixture was wrapped around the rice grains, the rice in the pot gradually turned pale yellow.

Taking advantage of the fact that the eggs have just matured and tightly wrapped the rice grains, Rong Ling then poured in the cut plums, and then turned on the high heat to stir-fry up and down, so that the sourness of the plums soaked into the rice grains and fused with the eggs to form a multi-layered taste.

"Click-"

"Out of the pot!"

As the stove fire turned off, the first taste of plum rice came out of the pot.

"Next is red!"

Rong Ling did not pause, and after cleaning the pot, he poured in the bottom oil again.

This time, Rong Ling is going to stir-fry jujube rice. Same as in the previous step, stir-fry the rice and add the pre-prepared jujube soup.

With Rong Ling's stir-frying twice, the red color of the jujube slowly soaked into the rice grains, and soon, the rice in this pot turned into red jujube rice.

"Join the plum!"

Rong Ling waved his palm, and the plum grains were sprinkled into the pot and landed on the rice, because the colors were similar, so the plums and jujube rice blended perfectly, and they soon blended together.

"Out of the pot!"

As he spoke, Rong Ling took out the jujube rice and placed it next to the first plum rice according to the shape of the box, red and yellow side by side, accompanied by the fragrance of jujube and plum, which was simply very tempting.

"Green at the end!"

Rong Ling poured rice into the pot again, and after stir-frying, he added the prepared minced broccoli and stir-fried again.

Just listen to the "brush" a few times, and this last taste is completed.

In order to make this bento look more appetizing, Rong Ling deliberately placed the ingredients on top of the three-color rice - plums, dates and broccoli.

After such embellishment, the three colors in the whole lunch box are side by side, which do not affect each other, and the integration is just right.

Such a delicious food box can't help but make Rong Ling's memory go back to the time of the Dajing Dynasty, at that time, the little prince liked this plum rice very much, and every time he yelled for Rong Ling to make it for him to eat.

"I don't know how the little prince is now? It's been so long, and it should have grown taller. ”

"What has grown taller? Me? I was so tall when I was fifteen years old, and I didn't move. ”

Just when Rong Ling looked at Mei Zifan and muttered to himself and fell into memories, Rong Hang, who had finished the publicity week activities, happened to open the door and come in.

When Rong Ling heard his brother's words, his face immediately showed helplessness.

They were all born from the same parents, Rong Hang is 1.83 meters tall, but she is only 1.63 meters.

Such a height difference makes her, who is an older sister, have to tilt her head every time she looks at her younger brother.

And the most annoying thing is that Rong Hang was already this height when he was fifteen years old, coupled with his excellent character and learning, many little girls stuffed love letters to him at that time.

Rong Hang was too lazy to look at it, so he folded the plane and threw it away.

Alas, it's a different fate. Rong Ling has never received a love letter until now.

"Sister, what are you doing? It's so fragrant, is it for me? Rong Hang had a busy day, but his stomach was rumbling with hunger.

When Rong Ling saw Rong Hang coming in, he immediately covered the plum rice, then put it in the thermos bag and said, "Well, it's done, the portion in the box is yours." ”

"Box?"

Rong Hang stretched out his head and looked next to the pot, the cold rice in the lunch box was lying there quietly, as if he was mocking Xiao Hang's IQ.

"I said sister! You're asking me to eat leftovers?? ”

"There's oil in the pot, and if you fry the rice, it's hot. I have left beforehand, and I may not come back in the evening, so you don't have to wait for me! ”

After that, Rong Ling took the insulated bag, put on shoes, put on a backpack, and pushed the door away wearing a cap and mask, without giving Rong Hang another chance to speak.

Rong Hang stood in place, looking at the remaining scraps in the kitchen, and wanted to cry without tears: "Is this my sister?" This is completely a stepmother! Alas, it looks like I'm going to have to go to the hospital cafeteria again......"