"Uh......"

The cook was a little confused.

"Your Highness, how much is appropriate?"

"Just in the right amount!"

Ying Changsheng's face was not red, and his heart was not beating.

On the cook's forehead, there were several black lines floating through.

After all, who knows how much is the right amount?

But fortunately, these dishes.

All are fairly simple dishes.

It's not complicated to make.

Ordinary people can make it, although this imperial kitchen said that he had not done it, but anyway, the perennial cooking experience was there, and after a while, under the command of Ying Changsheng, the dishes were fried.

Seeing it, Ying Changsheng was very satisfied.

However, in addition to being satisfied, he also has some dissatisfaction.

Win the place where Changsheng is dissatisfied.

It's about one thing.

This thing is salt!

The salt of Daqin.

The quality is a little poor!

Looking at it, Ying Changsheng frowned a little.

The salt in the palace should be carefully calculated.

But Ying Changsheng clearly saw that this salt, which seemed to be very fine stone grinding, was not as clean as the salt bought in the supermarket in later generations.

These salts look gray and unpretentious.

Noticeably dirty.

"Ben Gongzi asked you, why is this salt so dirty?"

After a few dishes were fried, Ying Changsheng couldn't help but ask the chef.

"Your Highness, this salt is not clean?"

The cook exclaimed.

"This, this is the best, tribute salt!"

"Ordinary people can't afford to eat!"

"The salt they eat is even mixed with soil......

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Ying Changsheng couldn't help frowning.

I sighed in my heart, if only I could have a technology to purify salt.

Unfortunately, he didn't.

And he himself doesn't have enough knowledge in this area, so he can only do it!

Meanwhile.

In the hall, when the dishes are served in a small ding, they are held by the palace ladies and presented to the table.

From afar, smelling the tempting fragrance, the eldest son Fusu, as well as Wang Qian, as well as Gong Lose Shangzao, and Ying Yue'er, who hurriedly came over to rub the rice after hearing the news, couldn't help but swallow saliva.

"It's too fragrant, isn't it?"

Fusu couldn't help but sigh.

Wang Jianman is the head of the jaw.

"Presumably, the ingredients must be very precious!"

"But no, how could it be so fragrant otherwise?"

The public loses and nods.

At this time, Ying Changsheng took small steps and walked over in a flash.

While sighing.

"This chef is quite smart, he didn't spoil the dishes, everyone eats, everyone eats, eat more!"

Ying Changsheng said.

He fried a lot, and the amount of each dish was more than one catty.

Enough for several people to eat.

For a while, several people began to feast.

Fusu obviously likes fried shredded potatoes very much, he frequently put down his chopsticks, just the best polished rice, while eating, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Immortal, what is this thing? How delicious it tastes? ”

"This is a potato, the kind that grows in the Imperial Garden!"

"What?"

Fusu exclaimed.

Wang Jian next to him was also stunned.

In his eyes, the yield of the potatoes seems to be quite high.

However, if there is a lot of this thing, it is naturally cheap, and if the output is high, in Wang Qian's eyes, the taste is probably not very useful.

In other words, it is just something that can barely be used to feed the stomach.

But who would have thought that the taste of this potato would be so delicious.

For a while, Wang Jian couldn't help asking.

"Your Highness, isn't this potato planted in the Imperial Garden, ripe?"

"No, no, no, how can it be so fast? In the Imperial Garden, it will take at least twenty days, and these potatoes are some leftover from the original use of seeds! ”

Ying Changsheng hurriedly explained.

"If this thing is really as high as Changsheng you said, and it is so delicious, then the people of my Great Qin will be blessed in the future!"

When Fusu heard this, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Haha, it's not enough to have potatoes alone, you have to have oil!"

Ying Changsheng shook his head and said.

"Ordinary people, there is no oil at home, they can't fry and eat, they can only steam and eat, or roast and eat, the taste is not as good as ours, but after having potatoes, they can also have some free fields, plant some rapeseeds, and then come to squeeze oil, roughly, it is also ......"

"Changsheng is right!"

Fusu thought for a moment and nodded, if the potato yield is really high.

A variety of oil-producing crops is not impossible.

After a few people had eaten, Wang Jian couldn't help but feel a little panicked, he was old, and he couldn't eat much when he used to eat.

But today, after eating these delicacies, he couldn't help but eat two more bowls of rice.

Just as Wang Jian was preparing to rest for a while, the palace maid outside came to report.

"Nineteen sons, the things you ordered are baked!"

"Oh?"

When Ying Changsheng heard this, he was immediately overjoyed, and hurriedly beckoned.

"Then don't you hurry up!"

After a while, I saw the palace maid carrying a copper tray up.

I saw that in the tray, there were seven or eight sweet potatoes of moderate size.

These sweet potatoes are steaming hot, and there are obvious traces of charcoal burning on the surface.

At this moment, it is in the hall, exuding a hint of sweet smell.

"Nineteenth brother, what is this?"

"Oh, this is after cooking, I saw that the fire was burning, so I simply threw some of the remaining sweet potatoes in it and roasted them!"

Ying Changsheng explained.

"Sweet potatoes? Could it be the ones planted in the Imperial Garden? ”

Wang Qian's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Exactly!"

Win Changsheng bowed his head, and then picked up a piece of sweet potato and handed it to Wang Qian.

"General Wang tastes?"

"Old man......"

Wang Jian was already full, but smelling the sweet taste of the sweet potato in front of him, plus this thing, it seemed that the yield was extremely high, so Wang Jian still nodded, took the sweet potato, and then, learning the action of Ying Changsheng's hand, after breaking it, after peeling off the skin on the surface, he tried to take a bite.

In an instant, the sweet taste of sweet potatoes reached his mouth.

Ying Yue'er, who was eating sweet potatoes on the side, couldn't help but exclaim.

"This, this is sweet?"

"Sweet potatoes aren't sweet, can they be salty?"

Ying Changsheng rolled his eyes and said.

"The taste is sweet, and it is soft and delicious, this thing, if the yield is really high, then ordinary people, there will be a mouthful!"

While Fusu tasted the sweet potato, he couldn't help but sigh.

But Win Changsheng shook his head again and again.

"No, no, no, although sweet potatoes are delicious, well, eating this thing for a long time is not a good taste!"

"On the contrary, potatoes, although they taste dry and have no taste, they are suitable for use as a staple food!"

"As for sweet potatoes? That is, it is an additive, it is okay to use it as auxiliary food, if it is eaten as the main food, in the long run, the people of Daqin, I am afraid that it will be inferior to the next generation, and it will be extremely weak......"