Zhao Zihu had to admire the wisdom of the ancients, he only summoned craftsmen to sum it up, and casually mentioned the ratio of "one nitrate, two sulfur and three charcoal", as well as the requirement that fireworks should be more colorful......

It only took more than half an afternoon of effort, and they really figured out the results, although they only had two colors, but in the evening, Zhao Zihu looked at the fireworks radiating from the small bamboo tube, and still felt very satisfied.

"Woohoo! Bang bang bang ......"

Looking at the two brightly colored sparks blooming in the gray-black sky, not only Xiang Liyue beside Zhao Zihu felt extremely surprised, Diao Chan and the cold-blooded thirteen eagles cheered, and even the knights, soldiers and people inside and outside the camp also applauded.

"Is this just fireworks? It's really gorgeous and short-lived! It's sad to see it. ”

"Oops! Sister Moon. I think you've seen too much and thought too much! This firework is obviously very festive, right? ”

Called sister, and said that I have seen a lot? Xiang Liyue pouted for this, isn't this girl Diao Chan changing her method to say that she is old.

"Brother Tiger! Give the brothers a tube too, so that the big guys can have fun. This thing looks exciting......"

"Oh! Color! Oooh oh! Childe is mighty, Daqin is mighty!! ”

"Look! Hey. Not to mention, it's really nice and fun...... This clan stubborn tiger is really more good at these things......"

"What do you mean by this? Unexpected! You're going to start saying nice things about that scumbag. ”

"Huh! Brother Xia's words are also fallacious. I think Brother Chun Yu should also see that this so-called fireworks should have another wonderful use! ”

Hearing Han Fei's words, Chun Yuyue waved his hand and said: "I'm not your Legalist and their Mo family, I love to fight so much......"

None of the people present were stupid, and after he reminded them, they all reacted that if this fireworks were further developed and mass-produced, it would be more efficient to transmit military intelligence signals than to light any beacon fire.

Ying Zheng stood outside the imperial tent, looking at the sparks rising in the sky, and he also had a deep understanding: "A new type of beacon fire? This is a weapon of the country that the baby inadvertently made, or did it intentionally. You tell me? Meng Yi! ”

"Childe's thoughts, the minister can't guess." Meng Yi waved his hand and smiled. He thought to himself that he was not a roundworm in the stomach of the stubborn tiger of the clan.

"That's right! It is said that two days later, the baby will start teaching. I think it's still necessary to take a look at the past! After all, this imperial meal is for me to eat. If you let him toss blindly, won't I be the one who will suffer in the future? ”

Hearing the emperor's words, Meng Yi agreed very much on the surface, but he was quite disapproving in his heart. He knew very well that His Majesty was actually trying to go over to eat and drink under an excuse.

But what the two of them and Zhao Gao didn't expect was that there was nothing to eat and drink in this cooking class.

In the blink of an eye, in the early morning of the third day, thirty imperial catering personnel gathered in front of Zhao Zihu's tent.

Then, under the guidance of him, Zhao Tuo and others on horseback, thirty people trotted in unison to the front of Ganluo's tent.

Gan Luo had ordered all the cauldron to be moved here last night.

Zhao Zihu didn't talk nonsense, and ordered: "Now, I want you to carry this pot on your back, take a shovel, and run away from the camp!" ”

After speaking, he dismounted, took the lead and carried a cauldron and left, and when the imperial chefs saw it, they looked at each other, although they muttered in their hearts, but they had to do it.

But as soon as they carried their hands, their eyes widened in astonishment, this thing was not only much wider than the kettle, but also unexpectedly heavy, and it was really fatal to carry it.

However, Zhao Zihu had gradually run away, and he had no intention of stopping to listen to anyone's complaints.

"Hum Hum Hum ......"

Zhao Tuo and the others also led the horse, and followed step by step, cheering for the thirty imperial chefs: "Work hard!" Brothers, don't be discouraged. Childe said, the first ten to catch up with him, add vegetables at noon! ”

As soon as they heard this, most of the grievances of the imperial chefs who were behind the pot suddenly dissipated, and their motivation also came up, grinning, and speeding up their pace to chase.

But despite this, after all, it was the eldest girl who had the first time on the sedan chair, and when she waited in the open space in the southwest outside the camp, when she saw the back of Gongzi Zihu standing, none of the thirty imperial chefs were so tired that none of them could stand.

Those people who were a few steps away from Zhao Zihu were even more like water dogs, lying on the ground wet, sticking out their tongues and panting, and their faces were pale.

"Father, son! I, we ......"

Zhao Zihu smiled: "Okay." All lunches at noon! Rest and see what I do. ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and one hundred and eight generals came over, took away the iron pots on their backs for the imperial cooks, helped them to sit down, handed them water to drink, and placed the iron pots one by one on a stove made of thirty stones and half a man high.

Zhao Zihu also has such a stove in front of him, and a majestic fire has burned in the stove, and his pot has more than thirty percent of fine sand.

Suddenly, a majestic voice sounded behind his head: "What is the purpose of cowardly asking them to run this journey?" ”

"Stir-frying requires excellent physical strength, especially the cooking class for marching and fighting!" Zhao Zihu replied.

Following the sound, the imperial chefs realized that behind Gongzi Zihu, on the other side of the clearing, it was like His Majesty the Emperor sitting behind the desk, sipping wine while looking here.

Beside the emperor, not only Zhao Fuling and Meng Langzhong, but also the ministers of all sizes, and the two leaders of Dongou and Minyue, who came the day before yesterday, were also on the side, watching with great interest.

The thirty people were startled, and they were busy getting up to bow down, but most of them suddenly fainted and almost collapsed.

Ying Zheng saw the situation, his hands were weak, and he said with concern: "You don't have to be polite!" I want to see what you're doing? If I toss you blindly, I will avenge you. ”

When the imperial chefs heard this, they were even more grateful, nodded and shouted in unison: "Thank you, Your Majesty!" Thank you, Your Majesty for your grace......"

Brush the hearts of the people with his son's face, right? Zhao Zihu pursed his lips, and then snapped his fingers: "The New Daqin Cooking Special Training Class has officially started!" Firecrackers up!! ”

As soon as he gave the order, the cold-blooded thirteen eagles appeared on the three guard towers at the west gate of the camp, threw down six strings of large firecrackers, and the people guarding them immediately stepped forward two big steps, stretched out their hands and lit the fuse with incense.

"Crackling ......"

In a series of deafening sounds, gunpowder smoke billowed out, almost obscuring the sky and the sun.

Ying Zheng waited for it, and couldn't help but be amazed again, but unfortunately the sound of firecrackers was masked.

When all the dust settled, Zhao Zihu raised his hand and said, "Now." I'm going to teach you how to turn the pot ......"

"This is the basic skill of stir-frying quickly and well! That's all you can learn for the next three months. ”

When the thirty imperial chefs heard this, they were all in an uproar, and they turned their heads and ears: "What? Learn a trick in three months. ”

"Is this really that important? Don't fool us! ”

"That's it! If you are an ordinary person, you have to learn to change the pot, don't you have to starve to death? ”

Zhao Zihu smiled and pressed his hand weakly: "This ordinary family, naturally there is no need to be so troublesome, they just need to fry it and eat it......

"But you are a royal chef, and if you want to be promoted and stand out from your colleagues, you must not fall behind in this basic skill."

"And, what I just said is only an approximate deadline. If any of you are gifted, you may be able to master it in one day! ”

At this point, he didn't grind anymore, clamped the burlap with his index finger and middle finger, slightly held the burlap in his hand, and then used the tiger's mouth to buckle the ears and sides of the pot.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Zihu held up the body of the pot with three fingers, and began to pull and send, and the fine sand in the pot was like a wave, thrown forward, and quickly rolled backwards.

This technique seems quite simple at first glance, but in fact, in his previous life, he didn't know how to turn the pot, and he only knew it but didn't know why, the reason why he is so proficient now......

And dare to start a class, it is still thanks to this body and extraordinary understanding in this life, most of the things he knew in his previous life, as long as he pondered with his heart and practiced, he would soon be able to understand it.

"Whoa! Whoop ......"

After going back and forth more than a dozen times, Zhao Zihu's movements were fast and steady, and he never let the slightest fine sand turn out of the pot.

But at the same time, he also found that more than half of the imperial chefs in front of him were full of disapproval.

So, he stopped and said, "Doctor Chao!" You can try it. ”

"Only~" The middle-aged man with a small black mole on his mouth answered, raised his eyebrows unwillingly, and walked quickly to Zhao Zihu's side.

Zhao Zihu gave way to the man, and saw that the other party did not come according to his demonstration at all, but wrapped the sackcloth in the palm of his hand, so he reached out to grab the iron pot.

Doctor Chao knew that the iron pot would be very hot, but he only held up the body of the pot and flipped it over, and the fine sand in the pot suddenly flew up, not only spilling out, but also rushing in front of him.

"Ah......h

Doctor Chao was startled, and instinctively scattered the pot and retreated, but the little sand that had been fried hot still splashed on his hands and clothes.

And between the lightning and the fire, Zhao Zihu has taken a step closer and reached out to take the pot, with his current rough skin and thick meat, he is not afraid of this bit of heat at all.

Doctor Chao, who was splashed with fine sand, just gasped in panic and slapped his body with his hand, while the others hugged him with concern.

"Doctor Chao! Okay? ”

"It's all right! Lao Chao. Why so careless? ”

"No problem, no problem! I just didn't pay attention for a while. Doctor Chao's dead duck said stiffly.

He turned around and wanted to take over the cauldron from Zhao Zihu's hand, but he never wanted to be directly rejected by this son mercilessly.

"Doctor Chao! I think you'd better go back to your place and practice first......"

Zhao Zihu smiled and said, "What about you? Anyone else would like to try it with me? ”

Before he finished speaking, there were still people who did not believe in evil and came to him again.

It's just that after only a few breaths, the new challenger was also slapped in the face.

"This, this, this! How is this possible? ”

With these two precedents, the other imperial chefs didn't have the courage to try again, and returned to their positions in a gloomy way, grabbing the iron pot and practicing wildly.

Seeing the situation, Zhao Zihu walked over and added sand to everyone's pot, and warned: "My way is not necessarily standard, but it must be the most trouble-free ......"

"If you don't even want to use the way I grabbed the pot as a reference, you'd better leave as soon as possible." As he said this, he actually noticed that there were already six or seven people learning to catch and turn the pot on their own, but they would still fail for a while.

Ying Zheng looked at the sand and soil in front of him, and muttered with a frown: "What kind of ecstasy array is this coward?" Could it be that we sat here for most of the day and just watched them fry the sand? Zhao Gao. Go over and ask what's going on? ”

"Yui~"

Zhao Gao responded to the harmony, and strode towards Zhao Zihu, but he was only close to a distance, and he immediately couldn't help coughing, and spit out a few mouthfuls of sandy saliva with a "bah" sound.

There's no way, who called this master who teaches stir-frying, and it's dusty.

"Childe, Childe!" Zhao Gao had to cover his mouth and nose and leaned behind Zhao Zihu to call.

Zhao Zihu knew about the arrival of this old man, but he deliberately pretended to be an afterthought, and after Zhao shouted several times, he was agitated and turned around and shouted: "Who? What are you doing......

"It turned out to be Lao Zhao. Are you silent, trying to scare people to death? Find me something, tell me. ”

Zhao Gao also made him shrink in shock, and then rolled his eyes: "Childe, don't play tricks on people!" Your Majesty came to ask, are you teaching stir-frying? ”

"Of course!"

Zhao Zihu replied categorically, but seeing that Zhao Gao was not convinced, he then smiled and said, "Old Zhao." Don't underestimate this stir-fried sand? ”

"You'd better explain it to Your Majesty yourself." Zhao Gao looked at the imperial case behind him.

Zhao Zihu took advantage of the situation and looked at it, and saw that the emperor Lao Tzu was really waving to him, and his expression was very unhappy.

He was even more unhappy, and spit out "annoying" resentfully, and had to accompany Zhao Gao to see Yingzheng.

I didn't think that about twenty steps away, Yingzheng was about to encourage the baby to stop, and blamed: "Look at you like that? Slapped the sand, washed your face and talked to me again. ”

"Father! You don't need to do that. Do you have to go over to oversee it? ”

Ying Zheng saw that the baby was acting like this, and he was even more angry: "Still supervise!" I've come to ask you. You're teaching them how to fry sand, aren't you really kidding? Do you also say that you have to practice for three months? ”

"I was so idle that I used the method of fried sand to trick them for three months. This is really useful! One is to control the evenness of the heating of the food, and the other is to control the flavor ......"

Zhao Zihu explained quite aggrievedly: "In this way, we can accurately grasp the heat, so that each dish can be cooked at the fastest speed and maintain the most appropriate freshness!" And not like we used to ......"

"Everything is simmered to a screech, and the food loses its original color." At this point, he couldn't go any further, because his own Lao Tzu was looking at him with the eyes of "you flicker, you flicker".

Even, ninety percent of the people around the emperor had this look.

Zhao Zihu suddenly felt tired: "What do you mean?" Is it difficult, I want to fry a few on the spot, stew them with the imperial meal, and give you a taste and make a ......comparison."

PS: Around 141, I was going to open a branch line, but the effect was not good, woo woo, and the chase fell to the point of doubting life...... Hurriedly pulled it back, don't go, big guy...... Ahhh

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