Ding this thing.

In later generations, it is a symbol of Chinese culture and an important weapon of the country.

It can be placed in the current era.

This thing, in addition to being used as a ritual vessel.

More scenes.

It's all for cooking, cooking!

Well, it's cooking.

Or it is used to hold rice.

All in all, it is inseparable from rice.

Moreover, different identities cannot be used indiscriminately.

However, in the eyes of Win Changsheng.

Ding this thing.

Really not suitable for cooking.

Because the rice made by Ding is nothing more than boiling, stewing, and steaming.

For a person from the next generation, where can Ying Changsheng adapt to this backward diet.

In the opinion of Win Changsheng.

Daqin is simply a gastronomic desert.

The level of food produced is comparable to that of English cuisine, which has been criticized by later generations.

Even the three people, the kind of clean and hygienic food, but the food that tastes okay is not there!

It's not good looking, and the taste is not good!

Moreover, the variety of food is also small, because there are very few vegetables and spices in China, and the vast majority of them are imported from the Western Regions and from the Americas.

Therefore, at the moment, Ying Changsheng can't wait to make his own food.

It's a pity that he was stunned to find that the ideal is very beautiful, but the reality is very cruel.

Daqin is not just a gastronomic desert.

I don't even have the tools to cook.

I don't even have an iron pot, what do you want to eat?

!

Therefore, without hesitation, Ying Changsheng found the people of the Mo family and asked them to make an iron pot according to his instructions.

However, these people are brainless - the people of the Mo family are all advocating both love and love for the people.

They are very simple people.

I heard that to win Changsheng, he wants to use precious iron tools to make pots, and the pots made are just for pleasure.

He was annoyed at the time and accused Ying Changsheng of wasting.

But when I saw that in the earthen blast furnace made by Win Changsheng, after this trickle of molten iron was produced, the Gong Lose, who was still dissatisfied with Win Changsheng's behavior, instantly came to the spirit.

Even if he patted his chest, he wanted to make an iron pot for Ying Changsheng.

However, although he promised to make an iron pot, he was still very skeptical in his heart.

He muttered.

"In my opinion, this iron pot is nothing more than a kind of metal, and the cooked rice can still be stained with some iron?"

"When you make it and taste the delicacies made by Ben Gongzi in an iron pot, it's not too late for you to say this again!"

Win Changsheng rolled his eyes, despised the public loss next to him, and had no knowledge.

"Hearing what you said, Brother Nineteen, I really want to see the benefits of cooking in this iron pot!"

Fusu smiled and said to Win Changsheng.

He heard Ying Yue'er mention it two days ago, saying that the nineteenth brother has recently studied food, and the hot pot he made tastes particularly delicious, so Fusu really wants to have a long experience.

Fusu spoke, and Wang Jian on the side also spoke.

"In this way, the old man also wants to taste it, the cook in the old man's house can barely cook, but if this iron pot can add to the deliciousness of the meal, the old man doesn't mind getting him a dozen iron pots at home!"

Gong Lose Shangzao, obviously a powerful character, he quickly followed what Ying Changsheng said, and personally used this fine and soft fine sand for casting, in the mold, sketched a model of an iron pot, and then, immediately.

Slap the dust drain on your hand.

"Nineteen princes, since you said so, the minister will start casting now, cast it first, and see if it's okay!"

After that, he instructed two craftsmen to inject molten iron into the mold on this side.

Immediately, when the exhaust hole on the top of the sand, a trace of hot air came out at the same time.

After a few moments, wait for the heat to stop.

Gong lost the upper hand, then picked up a small wooden stick, and then the outside because of the high temperature, some hard molds to smash, and then, the craftsman on the side, brought over a bucket of water, in accordance with the requirements of the public to the upper hand, poured on it.

In a flash.

The steam came out in all directions, and soon, the cast iron pot was completely formed.

"Your Highness, what do you think of this?"

Gong Yi Shangzao carried the iron pot and asked towards Win Changsheng.

Ying Changsheng glanced at it a few times and bowed slightly.

"It's okay, it's just that the pot is thicker, but it's barely okay!"

As he spoke, he glanced at the not-so-smooth wall of the pot and couldn't help frowning.

"However, this pot still needs to be polished carefully!"

"That's nature, just a while!"

Gongyu Shangzao nodded, and then called a disciple, and after a short time, the latter brought a wooden table with a special tool with a grinding wheel on it.

"What is this?"

Ying Changsheng looked at the equipment with transmission devices and pedals in front of him, and couldn't help but be surprised.

"This is just an ordinary tool, what is the opinion of the Nineteenth Prince?"

The public loses the dynasty and wins the road of eternal life.

And to win Changsheng, I can't help but sigh.

Sure enough, it was the Mo family, and in this era, they created a structure similar to a bicycle, but they used this power to polish.

This kind of equipment, used for grinding, is still very fast.

In a short time, a smooth iron pot was polished properly.

Looking at it is that Ying Changsheng is very satisfied, and Fusu and Wang Jian on the side, but also watching it with relish, the two are in a high position, and they have never seen a craftsman making utensils.

At the moment, there is still interest.

Seeing that the iron pot was made, Wang Jian couldn't help but look at the iron pot with some suspicion.

"Nineteen sons, this thing is nothing unusual, it's just thinner than Ding, less decoration, used for cooking, does it really have that miraculous effect?"

"Of course, if I speak, can I still be fake?"

Win Changsheng said without thinking.

Immediately, he opened his mouth.

"Today, I'm going to make a few dishes, my newly researched delicacies!"

After saying this, Ying Changsheng personally took the iron pot to the imperial dining room in the palace.

Inside, there was food he had already prepared.

A few potatoes that have been prepared in advance, peeled and washed.

A total of one catty was exchanged in the system by him with the national fortune value.

There is also a pound of tomatoes, the same is true, but Win Changsheng left one behind, which is used to take the seeds inside, so that he can grow it himself.

Right now, Ying Changsheng plans to use these materials to cook!

However, Ying Changsheng is only responsible for commanding, and he does not do it himself.

Because he doesn't actually cook too much......

One is called the Imperial Chef, who will cook according to his instructions, and the knife skills of the Imperial Chef are quite good, and after a while, he will cut the potatoes into thin strips and prepare all the ingredients.

"Burn the pot, don't put too much fire, in addition, don't put too much oil, save too much oil, but also put a lot of less, so as not to paste the bottom......"

Ying Changsheng stood aside, directing the cook.