At the request of Yang Dong,

The steward of the dining room, as well as the little eunuchs under his command, escaped the fate of being held accountable for the time being.

But His Majesty's decree had already been issued, so the steward still received a full twenty rods.

It's just that Yang Dong used the excuse that no one helped him when he broke it, which allowed him to escape the fate of opening his skin.

The steward of the dining room who escaped the catastrophe can be said to be grateful to Yang Dong at this moment.

If it weren't for knowing that Yang Dong would never accept his godson, he would have the idea to worship this Yang Gong as his godfather.

Age doesn't matter what it is, if you really hold this big thick leg, then in the palace in the future, I dare not say that it is a smooth step, but it can definitely go sideways.

"Do you have any potatoes here?"

Yang Dong walked into the dining room, and after scanning the hoarded ingredients, he asked.

"Yes, yes!"

The steward immediately nodded and took the initiative to bring a basket of freshly dug potatoes for Yang Dong.

There is still moist soil on these potatoes, and it looks like they were dug up recently.

"Okay, the bus gives you the task of washing all these potatoes and peeling them off."

The steward answered, and immediately found a few little eunuchs under his command and went with him to peel the potatoes.

And the blue bird stood aside, silently staring at Yang Dong's every move.

Potatoes have been planted in less than half a year since they were tried to be planted around the palace.

But even so, its high output still surprised and gratified the empress.

Originally, she planned to reward Yang Dong well, but after thinking about it, she found that it was obviously inappropriate for this kid's identity to continue to be promoted.

After all, they are all the factory fathers of the West Factory, and if they go up, will it be difficult for him to be the general manager of the Inner Palace?

Although the empress was a little moved, reason told her that Xiao Dongzi would definitely walk out of the palace in the future. If he is forced to stay in the palace, such a talent will be completely abolished.

But if he is allowed to enter the court as an official, it seems that something is inappropriate, although he is not a real eunuch, but he has the label of a eunuch.

If he really dared to arrange for him to enter the court, he wouldn't be sprayed to death by those officials?

Because of this, in the end, after several deliberations, the empress still gave up this idea and planned to compensate Yang Dong a few times.

So, last night's series of battles had a source. It's just that Yang Dong himself doesn't know.

"Bluebird, don't be idle, go and heat the stove, and then find a clean iron pot and clean it."

Yang Dong said as he sat on a small square stool and looked around.

The blue bird was full of displeasure, and subconsciously retorted:

"Can't those palace maids and eunuchs do this?"

"Of course not!"

Yang Dong shook his head and continued to speak:

"Don't forget, what did Your Majesty tell you!"

The blue bird gritted his silver teeth, and after several changes in his face, he finally glared at Yang Dong fiercely, turned around and began to burn the stove and brush the pot according to the other party's request......

Hmph, let you just pit the master!

The scale is not large, and the temper is not small.

Yang Dong snorted coldly in his heart, but he didn't give up, but concentrated on packing up the ingredients in front of him.

Because the potatoes of the Great Zhou have not been domesticated and cultivated artificially.

As a result, these potatoes are not only of different sizes, but the largest ones are only half a fist in size.

However, Yang Dong picked up a potato and compared it with the potato in his mind, and then determined that this thing was indeed a potato.

After making sure, he turned around and continued to instruct the steward of the kitchen:

"You go and kill a few chickens, debone them, gut them, chop them up like these potatoes, and then peel the garlic, the more the better!"

The steward was instructed by Yang Dong to be confused.

But at this moment, he didn't care about thinking so much, but immediately began to prepare the ingredients requested by Yang Dong.

After collecting a lot of potatoes, Yang Dong picked up a kitchen knife and cut them into thick and long shapes - ahem, just French fries.

After the blue bird reluctantly handed over the freshly washed iron pot, Yang Dong poured a lot of grease into the pot.

Today's Da Zhou, there has not yet been a complete oil extraction process. Therefore, even in the emperor's dining room, lard was still used. And these lards are not used for stir-frying, but for bibimbap.

It's just that today's Yang Dong wanted to prepare some special snacks for the empress, so he simply boiled a small pot of lard.

As the temperature continues to rise, the lard, which was still solidified, gradually turns into a turbid liquid.

Yang Dong frowned, and after precipitating the lard several times, he got a relatively clear oil.

Then he would pick up the potatoes that had already been cut, and was about to put them in the oil pot, when he suddenly realized that the blue bird was beside him, so he opened his mouth and reminded:

"Stay away from the oil pan, you might splash oil in a while."

Bluebird couldn't hear what he meant, but after thinking about it, he took two steps back.

Although Xiao Dongzi is a bastard, it doesn't seem that he wants to bully himself this time.

Yang Dong didn't pay attention to the colorful inner drama of the blue bird, but concentrated on the french fries!

With the sound of "crackling" frying, the originally light yellow potatoes gradually turned golden brown. At the same time, an enticing smell began to permeate the entire dining room.

The blue bird was the closest to the oil pot, and she was the first person to smell this fragrance besides Yang Dong.

Oh, my God!

It was the first time she had smelled anything like this!

The blue bird unconsciously moved his throat and swallowed the saliva that was rapidly secreting.

At this moment, her gaze at Yang Dong changed.

Martial artists have a huge physical exertion when they practice, so high-calorie foods have a natural attraction for them.

It is precisely because of this that the blue bird is almost irrepressible, staring at the oil pot.

When she saw those golden fries, floating in the oil pan, surrounded by bubbles, she thought that these fries were so beautiful, even more beautiful than the plum trees outside His Majesty's study!

At this time, the steward of the kitchen, who had been shrinking to the side and preparing the ingredients with peace of mind, couldn't sit still.

He put down the plan in his hand, bent down and walked in front of Yang Dong, and after glancing at the oil pot, he was suddenly shocked.

"Yang Gong, this mere potato can make it so delicious!"

"You see that it is golden all over, faintly shiny and shiny, why don't you call it a gold bar?"

Yang Dong glanced at the head of the dining room and said silently:

"It's called fries, not gold bars."

"Also, is your garlic peeled?"

"Alright, alright!"

The manager nodded and said with some weakness.