It's just that it's spring, and she wants to use seasonal dishes, which are not only in line with the season, but also have characteristics, killing two birds with one stone.

But the ingredients between the ingredients are really ...... Wait, what is the dirty stuff piled up in the corner, Ji Rongjin hurriedly reached out, Great Xia is in the north of Kyoto, and it is difficult to see fresh bamboo shoots, "Where did it come from?" ”

Speaking of this, Fang Zhaoyao was angry, "I asked them to buy some special ingredients and come back, but Lin San got me a bunch of chubby, fat, skinny southern bamboo shoots back, and I didn't know what to cook, so I was angry." ”

"South?" Ji Rongjin was taken aback, in these years, the Great Xia Dynasty has either flooded or drought, and Caoyun has long been very nervous, so he can only transport grain and necessary military supplies, how can he transport bamboo shoots that northerners are not very good at eating?

"The water level of the canal has been restored, and the small boats from the south have brought it to the capital." Fang Zhaoyao sighed.

Looking at the bamboo shoots, Ji Rongjin's brain instantly jumped out of the N ways to eat bamboo shoots, braised in oil, stewed, pickled, and dried...... It's too varied.

The little lady's eyes were shining, and Fang Zhaoyao suddenly went from decadent to excited, "Jin Niangzi, can you make delicious food?" ”

"Try it!" She smiled slyly.

Whenever this happens, Fang Zhaoyao knows that Fushun Building is going to be on fire again, so he hurriedly offers a treasure to the Jin Lady.

Ji Rongjin first classified a bunch of large and small chubby, thin and thin bamboo shoots, fat winter bamboo shoots are used for braised and stewed soup, medium spring bamboo shoots are used to fry shredded meat, thin and thin ones are of course used to pickle sour bamboo shoots, and then stir-fry the meat after pickling, don't be too delicious.

A lot of them, except for the bad ones, none of them were wasted, and the disgraced bamboo shoots instantly turned into delicious in Ji Rongjin's hands.

Wen Guogong didn't keep his grandson to eat in the mansion, and his grandson Yuan Zizhi's face turned red in a hurry, and he didn't dare to make a hair in front of his grandfather, so he held his breath and accompanied his grandfather to lunch.

As soon as he returned to the yard, he asked people to check, "Go and check, who is so blind today and dares to rob my grandfather." ”

"Yes, big lady." The big girl took the order and hurried to inquire, if the news was sent late, the moon silver would be deducted, and it was important to be punished, and she didn't dare to slack off at all.

Horse-drawn carriages swayed down the streets.

No one dared to rob people with Duke Wenguo, it was Yan Tao who didn't want to have lunch at Duke Wenguo's mansion, so he deliberately asked the attendants to come in and leave when they were eating.

Both grandfather and mother wanted cousin Zizhi to be Yan Tao's princess, but Yan Tao didn't want to, whether it was emotionally or politically married.

The mysterious mystery that the attendant seemed to return to his ears just now was actually a trivial matter, and the old Han of the other courtyard asked him to bring a message to Kang Tai to avoid the little lady from selling bean sprouts under the name of his 'outer room'.

"How much is a pound of bean sprouts?" Yan Tao asked curiously.

Kang Tai couldn't hold back a smile: "Go back to Your Highness, two pennies." ”

"And how much can she sell for a day?"

"About a hundred."

"A hundred?" Yan Tao pondered for a moment: "How much is a pastry in Fangwei Zhai?" ”

"Back to Your Highness, the cheapest one is fifty wen."

sold two pastries a day, but returned the brocade clothes, gold and silver hairpins he gave him casually, is it really arrogant, or is it ...... The slender knuckle joints are rhythmically tapped on the surface of the legs.

The master didn't ask again for a long time, and Kang Tai was just about to leave the carriage a little, when Yan Tao spoke, "Go back now?" ”

"Back to Your Highness, there was news just now that Ji Niangzi went to Fushun Building."

Yan Tao raised his eyebrows, "Looking for Fang Zhang's help?" ”

"It should be." Kang Tai replied, "Another splash is eyeing her." "A female household is not so easy to survive, there are too many people in this world who want to eat the desperate household.

Yan Tao thought for a while and said, "Go to Fushun Building." ”

"Yes, Your Highness." Kang Tai was stunned for a moment, does the master still want to be nosy? He immediately asked people to check the backstage of those splashes.

The kitchen of Fushun Building is fragrant and attractive, and the three chefs surround Ji Rongjin to learn good dishes.

Ji Rongjin told them how to get rid of the astringency of bamboo shoots, and at the same time told them how to match different bamboo shoots.

"It's crispy and tender, it's so delicious, it's so delicious!" Fang Zhaoyao was full of praise, "I really didn't expect such an unassuming thing to make such a delicious dish." ”

Looks good? I'm afraid there is a misunderstanding of bamboo shoots, in modern times, when it comes to spring, but every family has to compete to buy seasonal deliciousness.

Ji Rongjin didn't care how they grabbed braised bamboo shoots and stuffy bamboo shoots, her mind was in a pot of soup - pickled and fresh.

A famous dish in southern Jiangsu is mainly a soup cooked with bamboo shoots and fresh and salted meat. 'Pickled' refers to salted meat, and 'Xian' refers to fresh meat (chicken, hooves, small ribs, etc.); 'Tuk' means to simmer over low heat.

Lift the lid of the casserole, the heat rises, the bubbling soup is thick and white like milk, the long-stewed meat in the pot is soft and crispy, the bamboo shoots are crispy and tender, and the umami is strong.

Fang Zhaoyao just wanted to come over to pay for the taste, and the little two who ran outside hurriedly shouted, "Fang is in charge, His Royal Highness the King of Qi has come down." ”

"......" everyone was stunned.

It's not a big deal, Fang Zhaoyao was the first to come back to his senses, and arranged the kitchen work in an orderly manner, "Trouble Jin Niang to come to the table for a bamboo shoot banquet." ”

Ji Rongjin nodded, "Okay." ”

An hour later, the whole bamboo shoot banquet was ready, and when the special dishes were finished, Ji Rongjin wanted to ask Uncle Fang to help someone follow her, but now that King Qi was here, she couldn't speak, and she was ready to leave.

"Master Li, Uncle Fang is busy, please tell him, I'll ...... first" Before he finished speaking, Xiao Er came in like a whirlwind, "Ji Niangzi, His Royal Highness King Qi wants to see you." ”

...... "How did he know she was here, could it be that Uncle Fang said it?"

"Ji Niangzi?" Xiao Er urged.

Well, see you if you want to.

In the best private room in Fushun Building, Uncle Fang stood beside King Qi, "Three years ago, the old slave came back from visiting relatives, and met Ji Xiaoniang who was robbed in the suburbs of Beijing, and saved her, seeing that she had nowhere to go, he asked her to wash dishes in the back kitchen, I didn't expect her to cook food, these three years, half of the main specialties of our restaurant were given by her." ”

Yan Tao ate the bamboo shoots slowly, chewed slowly, and gradually ate a lot of appetite, especially the pickled and fresh dishes, with meat and vegetables, the bamboo shoots were light, the meat was salty and fragrant, which was very suitable for his taste, and he drank a whole bowl of soup.

The door is pushed.

Yan Tao raised his eyes.

The respectful and well-behaved Ji Rongjin was urged in by the second brother.

Yan Tao's eyebrows frowned slightly, put down his chopsticks, his body that had been fighting for many years was straight and rigorous, and a sense of oppression came to his face.

"Your Highness......" frightened Ji Rongjin like a quail, with a yellow face hanging down.