The history of the struggle of the God of the Stove

Chapter 12 Winning Appreciation
King Zhou had a gloomy face, staring fixedly at Qi Yuan.

No one has ever dared to tease himself, never!

Especially after he beheaded Dongbohou and Nanbohou, the tortures he invented together with Daji frightened some ministers so much that they had to be careful when talking to themselves.

Now, this dead old man gave himself a pile of mud, what did he want to do, didn't he know what would happen if he angered himself?
How could Qi Yuan dare to anger King Zhou? Without waiting for King Zhou to get angry, he quickly explained: "Your Majesty only needs to smash the outer mud shell to see the food inside."

Only then did King Zhou nod his head, thinking of the chicken wrapped in mud by Qi Yuan before, although he seriously doubted whether it could be eaten, but still curious, he stretched out his finger and flicked it lightly.

With his divine power, not to mention this small layer of mud, even an ordinary bronze weapon can be popped out of a gap by him.

With a click, the mud layer shattered.

Immediately, the extremely rich aroma that was blocked by the mud layer floated out.

This smell is extremely fragrant, not only has the smell of meat, but also has a faint fragrance of lotus leaves and wine.

Neither King Zhou nor the civil and military ministers had ever smelled such a strange and alluring smell.

The attendant at the side stepped forward, cleaned off the dried mud shell, and unwrapped the beggar's chicken wrapped in lotus leaves.

King Zhou stretched out his hand, not caring about the scalding heat radiating from it, tore off one chicken leg and handed it to Su Daji, then he couldn't wait to pick up the other chicken leg and took a bite.

"Well, not bad, really good."

King Zhou said vaguely, the movements of his hands never stopped.

Seeing that King Zhou and Su Daji were satisfied, Qi Yuan was relieved.

You have already made a good start, and the rest is up to you to develop slowly.

The next dish is Three Cup Chicken.

Put the cut chicken legs into a copper pot, scald them with boiling water, then remove the water, put sesame oil in the pot, and when the oil is warm, stir-fry the garlic, green onion and ginger slices over high heat for a few times , put in chicken pieces, stir-fry for a while, pour in the prepared rice wine, sugar and homemade bean paste, and simmer over low heat.

While Qi Yuan was busy with other dishes, the three-cup chicken in front was ready to be cooked.

The color of the three cup chicken is red sauce, oily and attractive, which makes people particularly appetizing.

This is also a taste that the royal chef in the palace has never made before.

Both King Zhou and Daji impatiently stretched out their chopsticks to pick up a piece of chicken and tasted it. Immediately, their eyes lit up. The taste, rich in soy sauce, was absolutely delicious.

Not far away, Qi Yuan is stir-frying spicy chicken. Although there is no chili, we can only use spicy Polygonum instead, which will definitely not make the original taste, but people in this era seldom eat spicy food, which is enough to make people feel strange , and Qi Yuan put some more pepper in it.

Soon, this fragrant and spicy taste spread and attracted people's attention.

After the spicy diced chicken was served, King Zhou and Daji quickly fell in love with the spicy taste again.

As for the many ministers watching, although they were all salivating because of the various scents, they did not dare to take food from King Zhou's mouth.

Qi Yuan didn't care about them either. After all, relying on him alone, it is certainly impossible for everyone to eat it, so they can only let them enjoy their eyes.

As the dishes were brought up one after another, all kinds of delicacies that had never been thought of before, even with King Zhou's appetite far exceeding that of ordinary people, he quickly filled his stomach.

As for Daji, she is possessed by a thousand-year-old fox demon. If she really wants to let go of her stomach, ten times more food will not be enough for her to eat.

But she didn't dare to mess around in front of King Zhou, and she wanted to maintain her delicate image like a weak willow in the wind, so she could only taste a few bites of many dishes, which made her feel very uncomfortable.

Daji was very dissatisfied, the old lady had put down her dignity and came to the palace to serve King Zhou, couldn't she still enjoy her appetite?

Su Daji, who was rubbing her belly and pretending to be full, squinted her eyes at Qi Yuan, wondering when she would find a chance for Qi Yuan to cook some special dishes for her to enjoy.

Qi Yuan was a little horrified by her stare, and cursed inwardly: Is this vixen not full and wants to eat my meat?

Thinking about it, it's not impossible. After being improved by the elixir in the cold pool last time, I feel very energetic. Don't you really get targeted by this old monster?

Not mentioning that Qi Yuan was extremely terrified, King Zhou laughed loudly: "Okay, it really is an unparalleled cooking skill in the world. I am very satisfied with the delicious food made by Mr. Hahahaha..."

King Zhou, full of joy, stepped forward and said, "Sir, such a miraculous skill, it would be a pity if it was buried outside. Come to the widow's palace. From now on, you will be in charge of the widow's imperial meals."

King Zhou didn't even ask Qi Yuan if he was willing, so he settled the matter.

Qi Yuan hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Thanks to His Majesty's attention, the grassroots should have agreed to serve His Majesty, but..."

King Zhou raised his brows, heard the meaning behind his words, and said displeasedly, "Just what?"

Qi Yuan hesitated for a moment, and said cautiously: "It's just that the little old man is old and feels that his energy is not as good as before in recent years. Even if he enters the palace, he doesn't know how many years he can serve His Majesty."

"Besides, my strength alone is limited after all. Your Majesty often holds banquets. Even if I try my best, I may not be able to meet your Majesty's needs. Instead of this, I might as well serve your Majesty while the little old man is still able to move around." Cultivate more good cooks, so that even if the little old man is gone in the future, someone will continue to serve His Majesty for me."

Qi Yuan was very careful in his words, lest King Zhou would be dissatisfied and someone would drag him out and burn him.

"Ok?"

King Zhou took a few steps forward and looked at Qi Yuan carefully.

Seeing that his beard and hair are all white, due to the profuse sweat on his head after a lot of busy work, and Qi Yuan's slightly bent back on purpose, he really looks like an old guy who won't live for a few years.

This made King Zhou frowned.

In fact, King Zhou is usually just proud, not without wisdom. I thought to myself, if this old guy is allowed to enter the palace and work hard every day, it is really possible that he will not live for a few years as he said. If it is not so delicious, it is better to let him train more disciples while he is alive.

Thinking about this, King Zhou nodded: "Alright, let the palace arrange people to learn art with you."

Qi Yuan hurriedly thanked him: "The little old man must be a good student and teach, and he will not disappoint your majesty and empress."

"Well."

King Zhou nodded his head: "You did a good job today. The widow and my concubine are very satisfied. What kind of reward do you want, or what do you think about making you a Chinese doctor?"

It is not King Zhou's style not to reward meritorious deeds, so he opened his mouth and granted Qi Yuan a relatively high official position.

Qi Yuan shook his head quickly: "No, no, the grassroots have not made any contributions, how dare they compare with the ministers of civil and military affairs who govern the country and the country in the court."

It's not that Qi Yuan doesn't want to be an official, but for the sake of long-term planning, at this time, he wants to put on an image of a sage with integrity.

In addition, there are limited positions in the court, one radish and one pit. If you come up and sit in such a high position, I am afraid that it will touch the interests of others, and it will also cause many honest ministers to label themselves as favorites. In the long run Come on, the loss outweighs the gain.

(End of this chapter)