"First add ginger slices and cooking wine to the boiling water, then put the shrimp in and boil."

"Is cooking wine the one you made in the ghost city?"

"Yes."

Song Yingxing picked up a book, flipped through it, and found the page about "cooking wine" that he recorded from Liu Yifeng in the Ghost City, nodded after reading it, and put down the book.

Liu Yifeng was waiting for him, and only after he put down the book did he continue, so that he could record: "After skimming off the floating powder, the shrimp will be cooked." ”

"Why skim off the float? What are the floating powders? ”

Liu Yifeng has long been accustomed to Song Yingxing's attitude of breaking the casserole and asking the end, and he replied patiently: "Generally, it is the internal organ fragments left by animals, blood foam or excrement. ”

"Well, because it's light, it will float with the blister, and it's true that after the water boils, it's a good time to skim off the float."

This is Song Yingxing's self-talk, but Liu Yifeng was a little surprised.

How to say it, he didn't have much contact with Song Yingxing, but he had already discovered that this Lord Song was different from the ancient bureaucrat in his impression, and he had the taste of a professor who did academic research in later generations.

This made Liu Yifeng extremely curious about him.

"You go on."

"Yes." Liu Yifeng said: "Take out the shrimp, pat the shrimp with a kitchen knife on the cutting board, and smash the shrimp meat." ”

"Why do you smash it?"

"Back to adults, because these shrimps, they will have to be fried in shrimp oil for a while, and the shrimp meat can only be put into the oil after the shrimp smell is broken."

"You go on."

"Pour the shrimp meat into a pot without oil and water and stir-fry the water vapor, because if there is water vapor, the oil will easily burst when fried."

"Well, hot oil explodes when exposed to water."

Liu Yifeng's curiosity about Song Yingxing is getting more and more, how can a bureaucrat know this kind of common sense that only inferior people will know? Doesn't it mean that the officials and scholars in ancient times basically didn't touch the spring water with their five fingers?

"Lord Song is erudite!"

After a small pat on the horse, Song Yingxing waved his hand with a smile and motioned for Liu Yifeng to continue.

"After the water vapor is stirred out, add oil and start frying. After frying until it bubbles and the oil has an obvious shrimp fragrance, pour out the shrimp oil, pour the remaining shrimp residue into the pot and boil it, boil for about a quarter of an hour to filter out the shrimp residue, and the rest is the shrimp soup, which is served separately for later use. ”

"After the pot is cleaned, add shrimp oil, shredded cabbage, and fry in a soft bowl. Continue to pour oil into the pan, crack 4 eggs in an empty bowl, stir and slowly pour in the slightly heated hot oil. ”

"In this process, you need to use a spatula to slowly stir the egg mixture until the egg liquid is fried into a dark brown flocculent shape, and then filter out the oil as long as the egg is loose."

Song Yingxing put down the brush, scooped up the fried egg floss with a soup spoon, put it in his mouth, and said, "No wonder this egg has two tastes: crisp and fluffy." ”

Liu Yifeng waited for him to return to the table and picked up the brush and continued: "Put shrimp oil and garlic in the pot, add a few spoonfuls of flour after bursting the garlic fragrance, fry until the flour paste is viscous and golden brown, and pour in the shrimp soup that was boiled before. ”

"Finally, add the fried cabbage and egg floss, add some salt and pepper to taste, and after boiling, this bowl of shrimp-flavored cabbage is ready."

After finishing speaking, Liu Yifeng looked at Song Yingxing, who was silently recording, and the brocade guard who was in charge of monitoring Liu Yifeng next to him was swallowing saliva when he heard it, and he would stare at the shrimp-flavored rotten cabbage next to Song Yingxing's hand, eager to grab it.

After Song Yingxing finished recording, he took out another book and recorded it while watching the bowl of shrimp-flavored rotten cabbage. From time to time, I scoop up and check with a soup spoon, taste a little, and use chopsticks to pick out all the ingredients to observe.

That posture is not so much about enjoying the food, but really about studying the shrimp-flavored cabbage.

"Liu Yifeng, let me ask you: Is the original version of Jindi's rotten cabbage without shrimp soup and shrimp oil?"

"Yes."

Song Yingxing revised and rewrote a paragraph in the notebook, and then said: "The shrimp-flavored rotten cabbage is improved by Liu Yifeng, a person from Bashu Rongcheng. ”

He raised his head: "Liu Yifeng, do you have words?" ”

"Nope."

Song Yingxing and Jinyiwei are not surprised, these days, there are not a few ordinary people who have no words, and there are also some solid families.

Liu Yifeng was completely confused by Song Yingxing's actions, he felt that Song Yingxing seemed to record the recipe, he had this feeling when he was stewed salmon last time, but he always felt that it was his own illusion.

The reason is very simple, even in later life, before becoming famous, chefs are not an ordinary profession. In ancient times, cooks belonged to the lower ninth class, even if they ranked high in the lower nine ranks, but after all, they were still the lower nine ranks.

And whether Song Yingxing is a scholar or a bureaucrat, any of these two identities are ninth-rate.

How can anyone run to record the ninth-rate things?

"What are you doing, sir?"

"Make a note of your improved dish and write it in my book in the future."

Liu Yifeng was still a little stunned, which Jinyiwei's eyes widened in shock, and a look of jealousy appeared on his face.

"Uh, my lord, is your book a recipe?"

"Bastard!"

It was not Song Yingxing who was angry and scolding, but which Jinyi guard, he stood up directly. If it weren't for Song Yingxing's stopping, it is estimated that he would have beaten Liu Yifeng to vent his inner envy, jealousy and hatred.

"The book written by Lord Song, but His Majesty approved it, and in the future, the annual evaluation of officials of the Ministry of Industry and the Ministry of Household will have to find the topic from the book written by Lord Song!"

Liu Yifeng was frightened by these words, but he didn't understand it.

Annual review of the palace exam? What do you mean? Is it an annual audit and inspection of officials?

If it is true, the book written by Lord Song is really amazing, the Ming Emperor approved it, and he can also participate in the annual review of officials.

But why are there only the Ministry of Industry and the Ministry of Households? What about the other four?

Although there were more questions, Liu Yifeng hurriedly made a frightened and then extremely "worshipful" salute to Song Yingxing, which was to dissipate the anger of the inexplicably angry Jinyiwei.

However, Liu Yifeng still secretly complained: Recipes can enter the annual examination questions of the Ministry of Industry and the Ministry of Households, and this Daming is strange enough.

After Jinyiwei retreated, Song Yingxing was still writing something, and Liu Yifeng stood aside and felt extremely embarrassed. He wanted to leave, but Jinyiwei didn't take him away, and he didn't have the courage to move. He wanted to ask something, but the brocade guard's gaze seemed to be against himself, and he couldn't open his mouth, so he could only stand stupidly.

I don't know how long it took, Song Yingxing looked up and asked, "Liu Yifeng, the cooking wine you used in the Ghost City was invented by you or someone else." ”

"I didn't invent it."

"Who invented that?"

"Well, I don't know, I also learned from others."

"Is it unique to Bashu?"

"Should... No... Right? ”

"Okay, I know."

You got it? I don't even know what the hell I said about myself......

Liu Yifeng also doesn't know when cooking wine was invented.

Cooking wine belongs to the long history of China, slowly evolved in the field of wine, not specially invented by anyone, belongs to the crystallization of wisdom of labor and human life.

After Song Yingxing lowered his head and wrote for a while, he raised his head and asked, "How many ways do you have that cooking wine?" ”

"The villain only knows which one."

"It must be rice wine? Is rice wine OK? ”

"High-quality rice wine is fine, but it's better to use rice wine."

"Why?"

Because the degree of rice wine is generally very low, but Liu Yifeng doesn't know how to explain it to Song Yingxing.

He could only open his mouth and perfunctory Song Yingxing: "I don't know, I also listened to others." ”

Song Yingxing's reaction surprised Liu Yifeng, he put down the brush, leaned heavily on the back of the Taishi chair, and sighed, sighing: "There are actually many things in the folk, which appear like this without knowing the principle, and it is estimated that cooking wine is also one of them." ”

"This is the wisdom of working people."

Liu Yifeng subconsciously answered, making Song Yingxing look at him with some surprise, Liu Yifeng continued:

"Ordinary people don't know the principle of those things, they don't even know the words, but they are not stupid, they will observe the laws of things, and then do their own experiments, the results of the experiments over the years are passed on by word of mouth, and the optimization from generation to generation has the things that can be seen everywhere in our lives today."

This is a truth that everyone knows in later generations, but here, it can be regarded as a high-level speech.

Song Yingxing glanced at Liu Yifeng deeply, did not speak, and lowered his head to write something.

Liu Yifeng stood aside and waited for Song Yingxing to let him go, reminiscing about his previous performance and seeing if there were any loopholes to expose his identity.

Suddenly, his pupils narrowed. He remembered that in the previous conversation between him and Song Yingxing, the other party mentioned the word "invention".

The word "invention" has become a common word in later generations, so many people do not know that this is a word that only appeared in the Republic of China, that is, in the first half of the 20th century. In ancient times, the word "invention" had other meanings, but it had nothing to do with the meaning of invention and creation in later generations.

However, the context in which Song Yingxing used the word "invention" was obviously the "invention" that Liu Yifeng was familiar with.

This made Liu Yifeng a little frightened.

He knew very well that the word "invention" only existed during the Republic of China, so he decided to test it: "Lord Song, the villain has a question, I don't know whether to ask it or not." ”

"Just ask."

"Master Xie." Liu Yifeng bowed his hand and asked, "May I ask what kind of book did the lord write?" Why did you write down the villain's improved recipes? ”

Jin Yiwei began to blow his nose and stare again, but Song Yingxing stopped his scolding with a smile and said to Liu Yifeng: "When I was young, I was full of curiosity about many things, curious about their principles, curious about the story of their birth, and curious about their effects. ”

"And in the process of my curiosity, I found that most of the things could not be found in books except for those who used them, and I wanted to record them at that time, so that future generations of readers would no longer ask me so hard."

"But because most of these things are related to agriculture and handicrafts, and there are many low-level occupations, no one supports me."

"Later, when someone found out about my ambitions, he encouraged me, so I started collecting materials and preparing to write a book."

Liu Yifeng noticed that the brocade guard suddenly straightened his back, and his expression became extremely serious.

"That person is His Majesty today."

Well, Liu Yifeng, the traverser, also subconsciously straightened his back, and his expression became serious. Deep down, he has great respect for the emperor who created this emperor who was full of martial virtues to the peak of the Han people.

"Back then, I told Your Majesty that my book is a miscellaneous book that records things in the world, but Your Majesty read some of my manuscripts, but said that this is not a miscellaneous book, but this is the history of the development of agriculture and industry in my Chinese civilization."

"He also asked me if I had thought of the title of the book, but I didn't even think about it at the time, so I didn't think about it. But when His Majesty asked me, I immediately thought of a name, which His Majesty liked very much, and as a result, the title of the book was all there, and the book was not yet written. ”

Song Yingxing shook his head helplessly and smiled, Liu Yifeng took the opportunity to ask, "Lord Song, what is the title of the book?" ”

"Heavenly Creations."

“……”

His surname is Song!

Encyclopedia of agriculture and industry!

"Heavenly Creation"!

, he's Song Yingxing!