Beauty is too weak to be bullied

Chapter 241 A Very Skilled Butcher
Early in the morning, just as the sun rose, a busy day began in the Imperial Medical Office.

Du Qingtan and the others walked out of their residences confidently, and were taken by the servants to the examination place.

All departments in this dynasty have the habit of eating canteens, and the food level varies according to the grade and department.

Because the Imperial Medical Office has income from medical consultations, the standard of food is not bad.

If you want to ask how Du Qingtan knows, because the canteen is well built, the windows are bright and clean, and the desks, seats, etc. inside are also clean, and there is no sign of disrepair.

A group of cooks stood there staring at them curiously and enthusiastically, and someone whispered: "If you want to talk about this medicinal diet, I will do it too."

Some people laughed and scolded: "Can you compare with others? Just put two dates, lotus seeds, lotus leaves in it, and I can do it too."

Not long after Du Qingtan and others arrived, Li Dai, Zhou Yiling, Zhang Yiling and others also came.

Doctor Zhou ordered to announce the examination rules.

"There are a total of ten large stoves in the back kitchen, and the stoves are selected by lottery. Each person can choose a cook to be his assistant, with a limit of one hour.

After it is done, it will be sent out in a form without a name, with the transcribed specific case attached, judged by the examiner, and voted by secret ballot. "

Li Dai wrote down the six big characters "A, B, C, D, E, Ji" in public, cut them into strips, rolled them into balls, threw them into rattan baskets, and the crowd picked them up.

Du Qingtan drew another "Ding".

In fact, all the stoves are similar, they are arranged in a row, nothing more than front, back, left, and right.

Moreover, they are all cooked stoves, and there is no such thing as good or bad.

The lottery is nothing more than to prevent someone from talking or tampering.

Du Qingtan's stove was in the middle, a fire was already on the stove, and there was water in the pot.

The next step is to choose a cook to help.

All the cooks were eager to try, each waiting to be selected, but Shen Xiaohong was the first to refuse: "I just need someone to light the fire, and nothing else."

Others also refused, making it clear that they don't need helpers, they just need people who burn the fire.

Aunt Song kindly suggested to Du Qingtan: "Could you choose one?"

According to her thinking, Du Qingtan is always ordering the maids around, so he may be lacking in cooking.

Du Qingtan smiled and shook his head: "Sisters don't need it, how can I be special."

Aunt Song stopped persuading her and was busy making her own medicinal food.

Someone has already distributed the prepared good ingredients and medicinal materials according to the list.

Du Qingtan used a lot of food and medicinal materials, and when the things were laid out, everyone was a little dazed.

Especially seeing whole chickens, whole ducks, pork knuckles, ribs and other foods that need to be chopped hard, and looking at her slender wrists and her fragile appearance, I think she needs a strong and strong helper.

Otherwise, it would take a lot of time just to chop these ingredients into small pieces, and the remaining time might not be enough to cook the food.

Du Qingtan calmly took out a box and a knife with a special shape.

It wasn't big, but the blade had a thick back and looked very solid, which suited her slender and fair hands very well.

A washed chicken was placed on the cutting board, and she didn't see how she handled it, but she heard a rhythmic sound of "tuk tuk tuk". When she stopped, the chicken had turned into evenly sized lumps.

She didn't change her face and her heart didn't jump, she shoveled the knife, put all the chicken pieces into the basin, and went to get the ducks.

There was another sound of "tuk tuk tuk" with its own rhythm, the light of the knife stopped, and the duck was chopped.

Then came the ribs, and then the hardest elbow, where she worked a little more, but it didn't matter.

Everyone looked at the slender woman with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, standing behind the chopping board, with a knife in hand, killing decisively, the cold light of the knife was reflected in the dark brown eyes.

Ups and downs, firm and confident, with a focused expression, she doesn't look like a daughter from a noble family, nor like a benevolent doctor, but more like a butcher.

And it is the kind of butcher who has been doing it for many years and is very skilled in knife work.

The first person to have such an idea was Zhang Yiling. He stroked his arm covered with goosebumps, feeling that the wind was a bit cold today.

Then came Shen Xiaohong, originally her position was next to Du Qingtan.

Now, she carefully moved her cutting board to Lei Yanniang's side, keeping away from Du Qingtan as much as possible.

She should have known a long time ago that a noble lady who can eat mutton cakes without changing her face is definitely not a good person.

Then, Zhou Yiling couldn't help whispering: "Your Highness, how could Du Qingtan..."

Li Dai watched intently, and said indifferently: "She is good at cooking, she can use cleverness, and knives are handy, so it's nothing rare."

In order to prevent people from seeing Du Qingtan as a monster, he deliberately explained: "The set of knives she uses is specially made, and the Prince's Mansion of Anping County spent a lot of money to build it for her."

"I see." Everyone finally felt normal.

Du Qingtan didn't notice how everyone was looking at this matter, she changed to a relatively thin knife and started cutting pork belly and soaked cuttlefish.

There was another burst of "tuk tuk tuk", and the pork belly and cuttlefish turned into uniform lumps.

Then I changed a knife to cut mushrooms, ginger, green onions, and winter bamboo shoots, and they all turned into pieces, slices, and segments with a sound of "tuk-tuk-tuk".

Pick up the chopped ingredients and put them into the casserole, add the herbs neatly, and then pour in water.

She didn't ask anyone for help, she squatted down, stirred the firewood twice, and the tongue of fire jumped up and licked the bottom of the pot. After a while, the water boiled away.

She got up slowly again, took a spoon and patiently removed the floating foam, then added salt and cooking wine, lowered the heat, closed the lid and waited for it to simmer, and the work was done.

Someone with good intentions made a little calculation, from when she started chopping the ingredients to putting all the ingredients into the pot, the fire was changed from high to low, and it didn't take more than two quarters of an hour.

Shen Xiaohong whispered with trembling lips: "Is this still a human? It must be ranked first."

Du Qingtan smiled and said, "I accept your good words."

"It should be, it should be."

Shen Xiaohong turned her head and saw Yuan Chunniang stared blankly. She didn't do her own work, and couldn't help reminding: "Are you stupid? Don't hurry up."

"Oh, oh, oh!" Yuan Chunniang hurriedly turned her head to do her own work, and accidentally cut her finger, so her eyes filled with tears.

Du Qingtan came over and grabbed her hand, rinsed it with shochu, took the medicine powder from his sleeve and poured it on, took a piece of handkerchief and tore it in half to bind it, and tied it with a beautiful bow.

"Okay, it's a cure for sores. I think it might be useful if I use the knife today. Do you need me to help you chop vegetables?"

Du Qingtan smiled and folded his hands behind his back. Behind him was a casserole pot filled with mist and gradually becoming fragrant, and a stove with a steady fire.

"If you can, ask for it."

Yuan Chunniang was full of admiration, and felt that Little Doctor Du was heroic, more majestic than all the men she had ever met.

　The monthly ticket is 1210, and the next time it is 1240, it is now 1222, and 18 monthly tickets are needed.

　　From the starting point, No.10 on the girls' monthly ticket list fell down. I'm a little unhappy. Do you still have monthly tickets?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)