There's meat, there's vegetables, there's fat, there's little yellow rice that's peeled, and that's good.

And what surprised Yang Chuan the most was that there was a half-jar of quite full wheat in the kitchen, with a layer of ash on it, and it seemed that few people liked to eat wheat rice.

The kitchen of Dahan is very simple, and the food of ordinary people is also very rough, nothing more than steamed rice, boiled rice, soup cakes and several staple foods, with a bite of meat sauce and pickled vegetables, it is a delicacy.

The so-called "wheat rice" is not the noodles of later generations, but the wheat is directly cooked in the wok and eaten directly, rough and chewy is one aspect, the main reason is that this kind of wheat rice is not easy to digest if you eat too much, and it is easy to bloating, and there are many farts.

Therefore, wheat rice was once used as feed for livestock......

Yang Chuan has always been curious about the meat sauce in the Han Dynasty, and he really can't figure out what kind of divine operation can ferment a bunch of meat puree into sauce.

He deliberately searched for it, and finally found half a jar of "meat sauce" in a pile of jars and jars, opened the lid and smelled it.

Vomit –

A strange foul smell almost made him, a cook, lose his breath, and rushed to the door in three or two steps, and a mouthful of gastric juice squirted out.

Burst!

Unexpectedly, just at this moment, Sima Qian strode over and was directly sprayed in the face.

Both men were stunned.

"Lord Junhou!"

"Yang Chuan thief!"

The two stared at each other for two or three breaths, then turned around and lowered their heads, and retched for a while before they stopped.

Sima Qian wiped the filth on his face vigorously, glared angrily, and reprimanded: "Little thief Yang Chuan, you are doing this to death!" ”

After finishing speaking, he came up with a fist the size of a sandbag, and saw that he was about to knock Yang Chuan down.

Seeing this, Yang Chuan waved his hand again and again, retching, and said with great difficulty: "Wait, I'll ......come back when I'm done throwing up."

Sima Qian hesitated, frowned, glared at Yang Chuan angrily, and scolded: "If you don't study well at a young age, you will be evil and vicious...... Why do you spit filth on someone's face? ”

While scolding, he hurriedly got a bucket of water and cleaned his head and face.

Yang Chuan finally stopped retching, with a bitter face, and arched his hand: "Lord Junhou, forgive me, it's really that the meat sauce stored in this kitchen is spoiled and smelly, and the kid smelled it, and he really couldn't help it." ”

"Bolognese spoiled and smelly?"

Sima Qian didn't understand what "spoiled" meant, but presumably it should be that the meat sauce had been stored for too long, and there was a foul smell, so it naturally couldn't be eaten anymore.

This matter is not big, but Sima Qian immediately took it seriously.

It should be known that the museum is run by the imperial court, and has the functions of post stations, official residences, etc., in the past, officials, soldiers, and envoys of the vassal state must eat and stay here, and if there is a food that expires and smells, the boss will inevitably be held accountable.

And, coincidentally, there is such a thing in the work that he, the marquis, is responsible for......

Sima Qian walked into the kitchen quickly, put his nose at the mouth of the jar containing the sauce, sniffed it carefully, and looked puzzled: "Is it this jar?" A certain family smelled it, but it didn't stink? ”

As he spoke, he picked up the wooden spoon in the sauce jar, dug out a small half spoon and put it in his mouth, and slowly tasted it a few times, revealing a look of satisfaction on his purple-red face.

Looks delicious?

Yang Chuan was dumbfounded.

Is there something wrong with your nose? Unconvinced, he stepped forward and sniffed hard.

Vomit –

It stinks!

Yang Chuan threw himself at the door again and retched loudly, but because he hadn't eaten or drunk for three days and three nights, his stomach was empty, where could he still vomit things!

Sima Qian's face gradually became gloomy, he looked coldly at Yang Chuan, who was retching, and asked indifferently: "Little thief Yang Chuan, it seems that you have lived in the place of the Huns for a long time, and you are used to their mush, and you are not used to the smell of my big man?" ”

Yang Chuan's heart burst out, and he scolded: 'Okay, you thick-eyed Sima Qian, this is on the line?' ’

"Lord Junhou, cough cough, this meat sauce is naturally good, because the kid has been hungry for the past three days, it is estimated that there is a problem with his stomach, and even his nose is broken."

The latrine does not smell after living in the latrine for a long time.

It seems that Dahan's meat sauce is originally this spoiled and rancid taste, right? Just like people outside Huguang, they can't smell stinky tofu when they can't eat it, so they can't be too blamed.

What's more, you like to eat this pâté, what do you have to do with me!

Yang Chuan washed his face with clean water, walked in front of Sima Qian in a proper manner, and arched his hand: "Lord Junhou, the gentleman doesn't enter the kitchen, the kid is going to cook, and please avoid it." ”

It was really that he didn't want others to learn his cooking skills, so he had to send this uncle away first.

Unexpectedly, Sima Qian was intent on finding faults, so he sat on the poun at the door and said leisurely: "I heard that you don't look down on the chef in the museum, but a certain family wants to see your cooking skills."

Okay, you're busy, and a certain family is just resting for a while. ”

As he spoke, he took out a roll of bamboo slips from his bosom and read them with relish.

Well, this kind of academic tyrant, even if he pretends to be forced, he is so breezy and fresh and refined.

Yang Chuan smiled bitterly and began to get busy with his cousin's father.

Originally, the moment he saw the wheat, he especially wanted to eat a bowl of fried noodles, oily, slippery, sprinkled with a pinch of shredded green onions, and then with verdant celery and cabbage, mixed with two spoonfuls of balsamic vinegar, a big mouthful, and chewing a clove of wild garlic......

That's called an authentic tunnel!

It's a pity that the so-called "soy sauce" turned out to be a meat sauce that exudes a foul smell, so I had to give up.

Yang Chuan took out some wheat, rinsed it with water, and asked his father to grind the noodles on the small stone mill, but he began to chop the meat himself.

The lamb in the kitchen is very fatty and abundant, and a sharp boning knife is used to cut several large slices, and then a shiny kitchen knife is used to chop the meat into a meat cake.

Then, sprinkle some peppercorns, pepper, salt, minced green onions, coriander powder, etc., and then beat two very expensive eggs, mix evenly with your hands, and set aside to marinate.

I still needed a little starch, but I really didn't find it, so I had to make do with it.

Next, Yang Chuan returned to the room, deliberately took his own iron pot, and grabbed a handful of flax, and made a little sesame oil paste first.

At this time, Tangyi's father also grinded some flour and brought it over: "Son, is it enough?" Not enough for me to grind again. ”

Yang Chuan roughly weighed it and felt that it should be enough to make a simple meal of noodles mixed with oily meat, so he began to mix and rest the noodles......

……

At the beginning, Sima Qian was still concentrating on his studies.

As Yang Chuan put a large wok on the stove and began to brush the oil, heat the oil, and stir-fry, the kitchen was filled with a rich aroma, mixed with the choking smell of fireworks.

Sima Qian couldn't sit still.

Especially when Yang Chuan took out the mutton to control the oil, poured it into the iron pot again and stir-fried, sprinkled several condiments into it, and threw a few fresh vegetables into it, and turned it a few times, and a flame appeared in the iron pot......

Sima Qian involuntarily stepped forward, stretched his neck, and his eyes were straight.

Especially the saliva, I can't help but secrete it, and I don't have time to swallow it!

"Uncle Tangyi, noodles."

"Fill the bowl."

"Mix up some balsamic vinegar and bring them a few wild garlic by the way."

“……”

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen bowls of white, smooth, and trembling noodles were poured with a large spoonful of oily and fragrant "oily lamb meat", and two large plates were placed.

It's a pity!

Such a tempting delicacy was actually taken away by the Xiongnu cousin who was as strong as a bear?

On the pot table, there are only two lonely bowls left, it should be the Yang Chuan thief and the Huns, right?

Sima Qian swallowed a mouthful of saliva with great difficulty, and asked with a smile indifferently: "Little friend Yangchuan, this meal ...... Can it be named? ”

Yang Chuan has been concentrating on cooking, and finally the rice is cooked, and he was just about to serve a bowl of sucking, but he completely forgot that Sima Qian was still in the kitchen.

At this moment, this thing spoke coldly, startling him: "Huh? What's the name? This is called oily meat noodles. ”

"Oily pork noodles?" Sima Qian groaned a few times, nodded slightly, and praised: "It's really extraordinary!" ”

"However, since it is called oily meat mixed noodles, why have you only seen oil stir-frying, but not mixed it?"

"Stir, stir, stir and mix."

"A certain family is happy when they see the hunting, and they can't help but want to stir one or two with their own hands, but Yang Chuan Xiaoyou can't push it but look forward to it!"

Then, right under Yang Chuan's nose, Sima Qian picked up a bowl of "Oily Meat Mixed Noodles", raised the spoon and stirred it a few times, took a big sip, and the small half bowl of noodles entered his big fluffy mouth.

After another big bite, there is a layer of mutton at the bottom of the bowl.

Pulling the meat and vegetables in the bowl clean in three or two times, Sima Qian wiped a greasy and fluffy mouth with the back of his hand, and exclaimed: "Beautiful, over the oil and meat noodles!" ”

Yang Chuan: "......"

To be honest, he was dumbfounded.

Okay, you Sima Qian, you can even eat and drink so proudly, and your writing is brilliant?

Yang Chuan had to admit that this Sima Qian was the most stinky and shameless literati he had ever seen in his two lives, and he couldn't give birth to the slightest ...... Dislike!