"Are you sure?" The eighth master laughed again.

Mao Tongtong pursed his mouth and said with determination: "I'm sure!" Just at night! Exercise for half an hour every day! ”

The eighth master smiled but did not speak.

"Don't laugh!" Mao Tongtong glared.

She knew that the eighth master did not believe in her determination. After all, she is a person who has to be supervised by the eighth master for a walk after dinner. This will swear that he will exercise for half an hour every day. It sounds like a joke no matter how it sounds.

"Okay, good, don't laugh." The eighth master finally couldn't hold back, "Then start tomorrow?" ”

Mao Tongtong thought about it very seriously for a while, and hesitated: "Why don't we start after we go home?" ”

The eighth master suddenly laughed again.

"Well, what, give me two days to buffer!" Mao Tongtong said with a red face.

"Mmmm, what Tongtong said makes sense." The eighth master nodded hurriedly, and couldn't help but ask, "By the way, when will the reward that Tongtong win today be cashed out?" ”

"Huh?" Mao Tongtong was stunned.

The eighth master still said to himself: "Look at your sore back, I'm afraid you won't be able to cash in tonight." ”

"What! It's not this that I won the reward! Mao Tongtong said speechlessly.

"What's not?" The eighth master smiled.

"Anyway, it's not the one you said!" Mao Tongtong stomped his feet.

"Tell me, what reward do you want?" The eighth master said in a low voice: "You have not fulfilled this reward, which makes the master feel unsure." ”

"Master, you promised, if I win, listen to me." Mao Tongtong laughed.

"Well, it was Ye who agreed." The eighth master nodded. He already had a bad delusion, but the words had been spoken, and he couldn't go back on it.

"I want to eat the food that my master cooked." Mao Tongtong said.

"Huh?" The corner of the eighth master's mouth twitched, and said, "That, the gentleman is far away from the kitchen, besides, the master ......"

Before the eighth master finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mao Tongtong and said: "But the master promised to listen to me!" ”

"Tongtong, aren't you embarrassed?" The eighth master said helplessly.

He grew up being served by people since he was a child, how could he cook. Isn't it difficult to let him cook? Being able to dig wild vegetables and being able to cook wild vegetables are two different things!

"There is nothing difficult in the world, only afraid of those who have a heart." Mao Tongtong blinked his eyes.

"Are you sure you want to eat the dishes made by your master?" The eighth master smiled bitterly.

"Actually, I'm not asking for much." Mao Tongtong put away his playful expression and said very seriously: "Even if it's just a bowl of white porridge." I just want to eat what my master made with his own hands. ”

She didn't know how she had suddenly had such thoughts.

For modern men, cooking is not a difficult task. If nothing else, it's still easy to cook instant noodles, or scrambled egg rice, porridge or soup. But for the men of ancient times, it was difficult!

From the royal family and nobles to the ordinary peasants, the men seemed to be insulated from the kitchen. Everyone believes in the male protagonist outside and the female protagonist inside. So it's not easy to eat a meal cooked by your own man.

But it's because it's not easy that Mao Tongtong thinks so.

Thinking back to the ten years that she and the eighth master have been together, she said that she had eaten the dishes made by the eighth master, and she didn't even drink a sip of the tea that the eighth master had made himself!

Looking at Mao Tongtong's expectant eyes, the eighth master was suddenly speechless.

He actually couldn't understand why Mao Tongtong would make such a request, but at this time he couldn't say anything to refuse.

"Okay, do it." The eighth master finally nodded.

"Master, did you really agree?" Mao Tongtong's eyes widened in surprise.

She hadn't thought carefully when she first spoke, but just a thought in her heart. But after being asked by the eighth master, she didn't have so much hope in her heart, and even thought about what other punishment she would give if the eighth master really refused.

Unexpectedly, the eighth master really agreed.

"Or, tomorrow morning, my lord will come to make porridge." The eighth master also said seriously: "After thinking about it, this may be the simplest." As long as you keep the fire, it should be about the same. ”

"I don't ask for more, just white porridge!" Mao Tongtong said happily.

"Okay." The eighth master smiled and held her hand and said, "Then Ming'er will look at the master's craftsmanship." ”

On the second day, the eighth master really got up early and went to the kitchen, which scared the kitchen minions!

When I heard that the eighth master was here to cook porridge, the faces of the servants in the kitchen all became very strange.

"Haven't cooked your porridge this morning?" The eighth master looked left and right, and said, "Which of you has the best skills in cooking porridge, come and teach the godmaster!" ”

Everyone looked at each other, and no one stepped forward.

The eighth master couldn't help frowning, "Who is in charge?" ”

A eunuch in his forties, who was about forty years old, hurriedly smiled and said, "Lord Wang, you are a slave." That, the best way to cook porridge is Xiao Anzi. As he spoke, he beckoned to Xiao Anzi.

Xiao Anzi is just a little eunuch in his early twenties. At this time, he took two steps forward with a worried face, and said, "Back to the prince, it is the slave who is responsible for cooking porridge on weekdays." ”

Although the kitchen in this Zhuangzi is not as elaborate as that in the palace, the division of labor is also very clear. Red case, white case, soup, porridge, cold dishes, hot dishes, etc., everyone has their own strengths.

Cooking porridge seems to be a very simple job, but it is not so easy to make the rice grains boiled in a pot of porridge bloom with a moderate degree of softness and glutinousness.

"Come here!" The eighth master beckoned and said, "Tell the master, what should I pay attention to when I want to cook white porridge, how to get it?" ”

Xiao Anzi came back to his senses at this time, and realized that the eighth master really wanted to do it himself, and he couldn't help but be so frightened that his face turned white.

"The prince wants to drink white porridge, so the slave will cook it." He busied.

"Who let you cook!" The eighth master frowned, "The master wants to cook it himself!" Start with rice selection! ”

Although the eighth master has never cooked, he eats a lot of food on weekdays, and he still knows some common sense. For example, different rice is used to cook porridge, and the final taste and texture are different.

"Go!" The eunuch in charge pushed Xiao Anzi.

"Oh!" Xiao Anzi staggered, hurriedly stabilized his figure, took a breath, and said, "Back to the prince, what kind of porridge do you want to cook?" White porridge, green vegetable porridge, meat porridge, or ......"

"White porridge!" The eighth master directly interrupted his words, so as not to make him verbose.

"For white porridge, the best taste is japonica rice." Xiao Anzi said busily.

The eighth master of Bijing rice knows. The production is not much, except for supplying the royal family, the people want to eat it and sell it at a high price.

Xiao Anzi scooped a bowl of japonica rice and handed it to the eighth master to show him, and then talked about the processing process. It needs to be washed several times, then how long to soak first, then how much rice and how much water, how many hours to boil, how long to stir during the boiling process, and so on.

The eighth master listened very carefully, followed the operation step by step, and asked a question or two from time to time.

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