"Hui, General Hui, this is stewed pork." The servant who served the dish was so frightened by Yang Bing that he knelt on the ground and didn't dare to raise his head.

Yang Bing frowned: "Why is this pork so fishy?" ”

"What's wrong? Brother Yang, this stew is delicious, isn't it? The fourth prince, Zhu Yun, looked at Yang Bing with a puzzled face, and as he spoke, he picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.

Yang Bing looked at Zhu Yun in shock and his eyes widened: "This, you can also eat?" ”

Guan Shiru on the side also couldn't understand: "General Yang, this stew is a good thing, it's hard to eat it usually." ”

"Damn, you guys have a lot of taste." Yang Bingxin said, it seems that you, the fourth prince of the Ming Dynasty, have not eaten anything good.

Yang Bing shook his head helplessly and stood up: "Wait, see General Ben show you a hand!" ”

The four princes and Guan Shiru, an old man and a young man, glanced at each other, and couldn't understand what happened to Yang Bing today.

When he came to the kitchen of the General's Mansion, Yang Bing saw a strong man with a height of nearly two meters standing in front of the stove, looking at the stew in the pot suspiciously, and his dark face was full of doubts.

It turned out that just before Yang Bing came, the young man who served the food ran back one step ahead of Yang Bing to report to the strong man.

"This stew is no problem, why does the young general find it unpalatable?" The strong man touched his head, picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, chewing it carefully.

"No problem, it's very fragrant." The strong man's words reached Yang Bing's ears, and he almost vomited Yang Bing's nausea, and when he thought of the taste of the stew just now, Yang Bing's stomach churned.

"Ahem." Yang Bing coughed, and the strong man found Yang Bing standing at the door.

"Ah, Major General!" When the strong man saw Yang Bing, he immediately knelt on the ground, clasped his fists and saluted, and his huge body was kneeling in front of Yang Bing, just like an adult kneeling down to a junior high school student.

"What's your name?" Yang Bing looked at the strong man's honest and simple appearance, and the anger in his heart dissipated a lot.

"General Hui, the little one is called Zhang Meng."

Yang Bing walked to the stove, leaned out and looked at the meat in the cauldron, which was still so fishy: "Aren't you blanching the stew?" ”

"Blanching?" Zhang Meng didn't know what blanching was.

Seeing Zhang Meng's appearance, Yang Bing immediately understood why this meat was so fishy, and it seemed that the Ming Dynasty did not have this concept.

"Brother Yang, what are you doing in the kitchen?" The fourth prince, Zhu Yun, couldn't help but be curious and followed.

"Hehe, Fourth Prince, today I will let you taste the real food." Yang Bing glanced at Zhang Meng, who was kneeling on the ground: "Get up and give General Ben a hand." ”

"Yes, yes, yes." Zhang Meng was relieved to see that Yang Bing did not punish him.

The fourth prince leaned against the door with great interest and looked at Yang Bing.

I saw Yang Bing roll up his arms and sleeves, pick up a piece of raw pork with skin, cut it into mahjong-sized squares, and put it in cold water.

"Major General, this stew has to be fried first."

Yang Bing didn't even look at Zhang Meng: "Stir-fry? You haven't removed the blood and water in it, and the stewed meat can be delicious! ”

Zhang Meng looked at Yang Bing's appearance, and didn't dare to refute, but felt that he had wasted another piece of good meat.

But Yang Bing looked at the meat in the pot very seriously, and after a while, a large piece of blood foam appeared in the country.

Yang Bing then followed the practice of braised pork in his previous life, turning the blanched meat into a plate of ruddy and shiny stew in a blink of an eye.

At the moment of coming out of the pot, the aroma of braised pork filled the entire General's Mansion.

Even the fourth prince, Zhu Yun, couldn't help but drool.

Yang Bing picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth and tasted it: "It's okay, at least it's much better than that stew." Turning his head to look at the door, he saw that behind the four princes was already full of people from the house.

Even the virtuous and dignified Jade Silly abandoned her reserved appearance, and kept probing behind Wan Qi Ke'er, wanting to see what was so delicious and fragrant.

"Yang Bing, what are you doing? Why is it so fragrant? Wan Qi Ke'er walked in, didn't care about the others, and directly reached out and picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.

"Wow!!" Wan Qi Keer seems to have opened the door to a new world.

The rich aroma of meat, which is not mixed with any peculiar smell, can be said to be a delicacy for her, a native of the Ming Dynasty.

"Yang, Brother Yang, can I taste it?" The four princes couldn't help it for a long time, and when they came over, they didn't care whether Yang Bingtong agreed or not, they just ate it, regardless of their identity as the prince at all, and pulled the jade mud over while eating.

"General Yang's stew tastes really delicious, compared with the previous stew, it can be said that it is 108,000 miles worse." After tasting it, the jade mud was also full of praise.

But Yang Bing was very helpless, and said in his heart that this was really nothing.

As soon as he wanted to speak, Yang Bing heard the sound of stabbing and stabbing from the stove behind him, and turned his head to look, only to see Zhang Meng holding a shovel to scrape the remaining soup in the pot.

Yang Bing smiled slightly, beckoned him over, and pointed to the braised pork on the table: "You saw the process of my stew just now, and you will do it like this in the future, understand?" ”

Zhang Meng nodded: "Understood, General!" ”

At this moment, Yang Bing has become a tall giant in Zhang Meng's heart.

"Yang Bing, what's the name of your stew?" Wan Qi Ke'er wiped the oil from her mouth and asked curiously.

The Four Princes and Yuxi, as well as Zhang Meng, who was standing on the side, also had the same questions.

Yang Bing thought about it and decided to use the simplest name: "Braised pork." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a good way to make money suddenly appeared in Yang Bing's mind.

"Fourth prince, I have a good opportunity to make money, do you want it?" Yang Bing said and came to Zhu Yun, who was still gobbling up.

The four princes were still immersed in the food, and they didn't look at Yang Bing: "Say, who doesn't want to make money." ”

"It's just that you need to invest in the early stage, and I don't know if you have the strength of the fourth prince?" A wicked smile appeared on Yang Bing's face.

Zhu Yun suddenly felt like a hungry wolf sitting next to him, staring at him with drool.

Slowly putting down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand, the fourth prince Zhu Yun said intermittently: "Yes, yes, how much?" ”

Zhu Yun knew what Yang Bing did in Kyoto, and naturally he also knew how much silver Yang Bing spent when he established the Black Armor Guard, and now Yang Bing told him that he wanted him to take the money, and with his understanding of Yang Bing, it would definitely not be less.

"Hehe, not much, not much, fifty thousand taels of silver." Yang Bing looked at the four princes with a flattering expression.

The four princes immediately felt as if they had been struck by lightning: "How much! ”

Yang Bing was a little embarrassed: "Or, forty thousand?" ”

Zhu Yun suddenly laughed: "That, Brother Yang, you also know that my father has always advocated that the royal family should not be extravagant and wasteful, and give us these princes money, which is only a little less than that of the ministers, there is really not so much in this hand, or, you ask others?" ”

As he spoke, the four princes began to pace slowly outside the door, and just as they were about to step out of the door, the four princes suddenly felt that their shoulders were being buckled.