The stove room is always the most smoky place in the house, and the servants here are all dusty, busy, and greasy to prepare for the master's family's three meals a day.

When outsiders mention a family, they only know the glamorous guest hall and the flowery courtyard, and few people will remember this group of people who are busy in the fireworks, and even they themselves are trapped in the firewood on the stove, and rarely step out of the stove room.

Therefore, when a fairy-looking woman in white pushed the door in, everyone was stunned, thinking that they had seen a fairy from below.

They had never seen such a fairy-like figure in their lives, and they suddenly forgot to add firewood to the fire, and the one who cut the vegetables almost cut their fingers, and the spoon directly made the vegetables paste the pot.

The new Jiangdong chef hadn't read much, but for the first time at this moment, he clearly understood what it meant to be a blooming bird.

Beauty is like a pearl like the sun and the moon, and even this gray stove room has become bright and lovely because of her arrival.

The first to react was Zhao Qiaozui, the chef of Ke Mansion, who had seen Jiang Fuyuan on the day he entered the mansion and recognized her appearance, but it was also the first time he had accepted her beauty crit so closely.

"Ma'am." Zhao Qiaozui hurriedly saluted.

When the others heard this salutation, they suddenly realized and hurriedly followed suit.

Jiang Fuyuan said softly: "No need to be polite. ”

Zhao Qiaozui respectfully lowered his hand and stood half a meter away from her, afraid that he would be contaminated with the smell of oil smoke to the fairy-like master's house, he asked with some trepidation: "Why did Madame come to the stove room?" Let's get out of here, it's oily, don't stain Madame's skirt. ”

Jiang Fuyuan: "I'm here to cook a dish for General Zhong." ”

These days, Zhong Yifeng has eaten at Ke's house, and Uncle Zhao has specially taken care of the stove room to let them record General Zhong's taste, and Zhao Qiaozui, as the head chef, has eight or nine guesses about the relationship between General Zhong and his wife.

As soon as Jiang Fuyuan said this, Zhao Qiao's mouth was clear, he was also a cook in a big mansion before, such as the lady washing her hands and making soup for the master, which happened from time to time in the back house, mostly because of the competition for favor between female relatives or to show his virtue.

He was amazed in his heart, what kind of majestic and heroic manhood General Zhong was, so that his fairy-like wife was willing to cook for him.

As the leader in the stove room of Ke Mansion, Zhao Qiaozui nodded sensibly and said, "The small one will give the stove room to Mrs." ”

"Wait." Jiang added, "I may need some help. ”

She's still very self-aware, she doesn't know how to cook.

Zhao Qiaozui thought that his wife was Jin Zunyu and rarely cooked, and it was understandable that she was not very familiar with cooking, she must have wanted to cook a table of delicious food for General Zhong, but she had little confidence in her cooking skills.

So he was relieved: "It's okay, as long as it is a dish made by Madame herself, I think General Zhong will definitely be able to appreciate the intention." ”

Jiang Fuyuan shook his head: "I won't do it." ”

Zhao Qiao's mouth was stunned for a moment, and asked cautiously: "Madame...... How many times have you been in the stove room? ”

Jiang Fuyuan confessed: "Once." ”

still steamed egg custard for the cubs, and was finally kicked out of the stove by Chubby, and she was no longer allowed to touch the ingredients.

Zhao Qiaozui: "...... So what do you want to do today? ”

Jiang Fukite seriously: "Braised carp." ”

Zhao Qiaozui's eyes darkened: "Then do you know what to do in the first step of braised carp?" ”

Jiang Fuyuan thought for a while and replied firmly: "Put the fish in the pot." ”

Zhao Qiaozui: ......

Got it, his wife is a kitchen killer.

With a reluctant smile on his face, he wiped a cold sweat: "It's okay, the little one can teach Madame." ”

Zhao Qiaozui asked everyone else in the stove room to go out, and he taught Jiang Fuyuan by himself for an afternoon.

originally wanted to save some face for his wife, but he didn't expect Jiang Fuyuan's operation to make him lose heartbeat one after another, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

I knew that he should have left this fatal task to the new Jiangdong chef, and let him also take on his wife's culinary talent from the beginning to the earth.

How could someone try to put a yellow charm on the carp and order it to slaughter itself, and then jump into the oil pot by the way?!

Also Is it difficult to distinguish between oil, salt, sauce and vinegar? How could anyone babble with salt in their mouths and sprinkle a handful of sugar into it???

What's going on with this lethal amount of firewood...... The fire in the stove is about to become the real fire of Taishang Laojun's samadhi...... The bottom of the pot is going to be burned through......

Zhao Qiaozui looked at a plate of black unknown objects in front of him, his lips trembled, his eyes straightened, and he suggested in horror: "Madam...... Otherwise, let's let the little one cook another dish, and you can send it to General Zhong again, and say that you made it yourself......"

In one afternoon, they had already scrapped six carps, and the stocks in the fish tank in the stove room were all extinct by Jiang Fu's kite, Zhao Qiaozui's heart ached, these were the freshest carps he went to the dock to find the fisherman to buy before dawn......

"No, I've already said that I'm going to make braised carp, I can't keep my word." Jiang Fuyuan vetoed Zhao Qiaozui's proposal.

Zhao Qiao's mouth wanted to cry without tears, but this plate really made General Zhong eat it, and he was afraid that General Zhong would die.

What you have lost is only your reputation, what he has lost is his life!

Jiang Fuyuan didn't receive Zhao Qiaozui's despair, picked up the plate and went to the dining room.

Zhao Qiaozui looked at her distant back and muttered, "Is it too late for Uncle Zhao to ask for a doctor now?" I'm not going to be considered an accomplice in eating the dead......"

Inside the dining room.

Zhong Yongfeng silently stared at the black and shapeless thing in the white porcelain plate, and asked for a while, "Is this ...... What is it? ”

He didn't understand why such a terrifying thing appeared on the Ke family's dinner table.

Jiang Fukite replied confidently: "Braised carp." ”

Zhong Yongfeng: ?

It took him a long time to squeeze out a suggestion from between his teeth: "I think the name of black braised carp is more appropriate." ”

In fact, it is better to call it charcoal, but he reluctantly left a little thin noodles for the little phoenix.

Jiang Fuyuan smiled: "The color is not very good-looking...... But the taste should be okay, don't you want to taste it? ”

Her moist eyes were full of hope: "I did it all afternoon." ”

Zhong Yongfeng took a deep breath: "Little Phoenix, I didn't do anything angry and resentful, right?" ”

Jiang Fuyuan blinked innocently: "No, you are fine." ”

Zhong Yongfeng asked for soul torture: "Then why do you want to poison me?" ”

Jiang Fu Kite: ......

Zhong Yongfeng pointed to the only bit of white in the black: "You must have poisoned this fish, right?" You see, it's dead. ”

He immediately waved his hand to Uncle Zhao, who had been twitching in the corner of his eyes, and said, "Remove this table of dishes, and serve Mrs. a bowl of red date and lotus seed soup to replenish her qi and blood, she must be tired after a busy afternoon." ”

Zhao Bo couldn't wait to step forward and walk the vicious black roasted carp, and turned his head to let the stove prepare red date and lotus seed soup.

He had wanted to do this for a long time, and he was terrified since Jiang Fuyuan brought this plate of things, lest Zhong Yifeng pet Jiang Fuyuan lose his mind, and really eat this plate of poison, if he eats it to death, how will he return to His Royal Highness Duan Wang!

Fortunately, General Zhong's life was saved.

Jiang Fuyuan sat in place and muttered, "...... It shouldn't be like this. ”

Zhong Yongfeng: ?

"It's not the same as what is written in the script." Jiang Fuyuan said righteously, "Shouldn't it be that even if I don't make a good job, you should sweep it away without changing your face, and then praise me for doing a good job?" ”

"That's how you show your feelings for me!"

Zhong Yongfeng: "...... The people in the book do not occupy a flavor word in the color and fragrance, and you don't occupy all three things, so why do I sweep away the color without changing the color? ”

He seriously put forward the most sincere suggestion: "Little Phoenix, let's read less of the words of the wind and snow." (End of chapter)