Fried and fried foods have appeared as early as the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

However, because there was no edible vegetable oil at that time, only animal fat, and the oil was very expensive, even ordinary officials did not have to eat it, only high-ranking officials and powerful people could enjoy it.

The technology of fried food is not mature in this era, and there is no one who specializes in the research of fried technology, in addition to steaming in the Han Dynasty, the main thing is barbecue, and everyone eats barbecue, but I haven't heard much that some people like to eat fried.

Liu Bei can afford to eat oil, but he has lived for a long time in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, and he also feels that it is more luxurious to fry things in oil, and he generally does not use it easily.

But today is Chinese New Year's Eve, the first New Year since he took office as Liangzhou Mu, and he feels that he needs to give the big guys something good.

The officials were very surprised to learn that Liu Bei was going to cook for everyone personally, but Liu Bei was very amiable this night, and there was no feeling of nuclear emanium krypton hydrogen when he was dealing with official business before, which made them all feel very warm.

Liu Bei is not a devil after all, when he should use the warm man mode to face the big guys, he will never be stingy with his warm man mode, although he faces more people, but the warm man mode is not turned on on Chinese New Year's Eve, when will the warm man mode be turned on?

The high calorie and high protein of fried meat is very unhealthy food for modern people with a relatively small amount of exercise, and it can be eaten often, but it is a rare magic weapon for the army during the war period in ancient times.

Low cold content, low protein, low oil and salt, and there is no layer of fried carbs in it, which perfectly fits the ancient soldiers in a state of low mental relaxation and low physical action.

For us, fried meat with a low cold amount can slowly replenish physical strength, and in a certain sense, it can relieve nervous pressure, which is definitely a magic weapon on the battlefield.

If any army can regularly ration its soldiers with fried chicken thighs or nuggets, the morale will be absolutely high.

As soon as the little guy was over, he thought that Zhang Fei would pass that scene again, and he put it away, but when he saw Zhang Fei laughing at a glance, he laughed and coaxed at the same time, and asked Liu Bei to hit Jian Yong.

Zhen Yan smiled.

It can be seen that the pressure of the small family is quite small, so small that once there is no window to vent, there will be no feeling for themselves.

But it matters, why did Zhang Fei take advantage of that opportunity to relieve pressure?

Not to mention Jian Yong and Liu Bei, who have always paid attention to the rules, even Guan Yu, who is occasionally serious and serious, will snatch fried chicken from Jian Yong's hand and send it to his mouth, and then wrestle with Jian Yong and compete with each other for the right to a piece of fried chicken.

Liu Bei, who had been greedy for a long time, scolded and shouted [Zhang Yide, he is a human] and ran after Jian Yong, and started a peaceful battle with Jian Yong.

Tonight is Chinese New Year's Eve, the night that the small family should relax all year round, and even Zhang Fei, who was the most serious in the past, has relaxed, but I am afraid that the sky is chaotic.

Zhang Fei smiled and operated the kitchen table that had been built, and the gesture of personally cooking for the little guy to make a Chinese New Year's Eve meal was deeply reflected in the eyes of no one in the venue.

Fewer and fewer people rushed over, and the people on the eighth floor of the outer eight floors surrounded the table of Chengzi, shouting and scolding, and the Confucian scholars who were polite and polite in the past all showed their original forms, and scolded the little Han country one by one, which is called an ugly sound.

Jian Yong, Chengzi and others, who are relatively close to Zhang Fei, have always been marginal, and they also had a sense of distance at that time, so they came directly to ask the east and the west, and asked Zhang Fei when he mastered it, and how he had never mentioned it to us.

So Ruan Yu held back at first, stood up and took the lead in rushing over, screaming, vowing to snatch the food operated by the idol and enjoy it alone.

There seems to be a seventh brother and an eighth brother, and there are only two madmen who are red for a piece of fried chicken.

As a result, Zhen Yan ran over, directly put the small plate of fried chicken out of his hand, and waited for Zhang Fei to put the fried chicken outside.

In order to ensure that the chicken is fried more crispy, Zhang Fei also added the process of re-frying, and the thick aroma of oil and meat permeated the small courtyard of the entire state pastoral house, not to mention the men and children brought by the officials, and we ourselves were quite greedy.

Immediately, the fragrant fried chicken came out of the pot, and the first pot Zhang Fei had just been filled, and before it cooled a little, it was all taken away by Jian Yong and his family, and brought to his table.

"You use a lot of it yourself, and you often think of it to get some relief, and today on Chinese New Year's Eve, you have to give the little guy a delicious meal."

Han Hao couldn't help it when he saw it, and immediately stood up and rushed over, the two civilian personnel were entangled with Chengzi's strong man, and they actually fell into the upper hand, and after a while, Jian Yong grabbed a ball behind the table.

If the enemy army that drinks porridge and swallows vegetables wins the battle against the enemy army that eats fried chicken, it is really a strange story in ancient and modern times.

Zhen Yan's face changed slightly, looking at Zhang Fei dumbfounded, but before I could react, a small group of officers and scribes with green eyes rushed down, surrounding me and fighting hard.

Zhang Fei looked at the chaotic battle on Chengzi's side with a smile, and while whispering and coaxing and asking the small family to grab it together, he was also operating with his hands and feet, and the seventh pot of fried chicken was about to come out of the pot very slowly.

"He's stupid enough to solve the problem at the source?"

"The seventh pot is broken! Slow down! Don't let Zhen Yan snatch it alone!! ”

The pressure accumulated throughout the year seems to burst out there.

The crispy shell of the fried chicken was bitten in an instant, and the aroma of fried carbs first filled the entire mouth, and the delicious gravy of the tender chicken burst out immediately, mixed with the aroma of fried carbs, forming an aroma bomb that swept through the mouth and nasal cavity, and exploded.

Even Xun Yu, the most polite and uncultivated, poured himself wine under the table with a wine jug, and then watched with a drunken smile as he watched a group of crazy people scramble and laugh.

The first batch of people who went down basically grabbed a piece of fried chicken, put it out of their mouths, and chewed it, and their eyes suddenly lit up.

"Hahahahaha!"

"It's a serious person, it's fighting with these rude people, it's not civil, it's for it."

Zhang Fei laughed, and put all the seventh pot of fried chicken that had been refried back to the plate outside Zhen Yan's hand.

Zhang Fei used the medium-sized salt basin used in the salt factory to cook salt as a tool, poured a small amount of oil outside, and before the green onion and ginger were used to remove the smell, the chicken that had been marinated in salt and sauce for a period of time was wrapped in a layer of flour, and poured it into the salt basin one by one.

Everyone is releasing the pressure they have accumulated for a long time, and they are releasing it to their heart's content on that occasion and moment.

Xun Yu is still like this, let alone others?

(End of chapter)