self-improvement as a cook

Chapter 81

When the emperor said Chef An's words, all the ministers present were shocked, especially those who just placed a big bet on Han Zizhang to win, their expressions became uglier than each other. The emperor called him a chef, but there is no chef.

To put it bluntly, a cook is someone who serves people. In the eyes of these dignitaries and dignitaries, who takes a cook as a dish? What's more, the emperor is the emperor of ninety-five years. Chef, this is enough to honor the ancestors.

It also made Manchao civil and military understand that the emperor really looked at this young cook differently. In other words, the emperor had already recognized the cooking skills of this girl, which was completely at the level of a top chef.

Even though the imperial chef competition has not yet been divided into winners and losers, the emperor has clearly leaned towards this side. No, Lin Xinger who was in front of the emperor just now bet a whole 2 taels of silver on Han Zizhang. , Yes, I was thinking too much. The emperor may have no other intentions. He simply thinks that this girl's cooking skills are good, so he praised her. It has nothing to do with the competition...

The Empress Dowager glanced at the Emperor: "The Emperor is quite fond of Mrs. Mei."

Your Majesty: "I am really amazed by such amazing culinary skills. The yellow croaker in soup just now reminds me of the Great Yanjiang Mountain. There is a saying that the embankment of a thousand miles collapses in an ant's nest, and the chaos has never existed." It is born from within, if I can be like this fish, pregnant with heaven and earth in the belly, but the whole body is watertight, my big swallow is not an iron barrel, so why not worry about it for thousands of years."

The Empress Dowager's eyes flickered, and she said to herself, the emperor has something to say, but if the Great Yanjiang Mountain is not for her own son, what is the meaning of the tens of thousands of years.

What's more, what the emperor said is good, but I don't believe it. He will let Ning Wang, his half-brother, sleep on the side of the couch. The emperor is definitely not a charitable person. Clearly.

Besides, King Ning is the first emperor's son. Since I am the Queen Mother, why should my son be just King Ning and hide in the south of the Yangtze River so that their mother and son cannot see each other? What is the patriarchal clan? , the splendid country of Great Yan, and the majestic nine-fold palace belonged to their mother and son.

Lin Xing'er's eyes flickered, the emperor's trick is really sinister, what he said was so high-sounding, and he looked so earnest and filial, but his heart was more ruthless than anyone else.

The emperor endured the empress dowager's mother and son for so many years, just to deal with King Ning, first get rid of the mother and son's eyeliner in the palace, and then force King Ning to rebel step by step, as long as King Ning rebels, the emperor can attack King Ning openly Well, as soon as King Ning is done playing, the Queen Mother is a lonely old lady, can she find her way out of the sky?

What's more, before doing anything, the emperor has to play out the elder brother's filial son's drama to the fullest, and win the name of a virtuous king. Even if King Ning is cut to pieces in the future, the common people in the world will think that King Ning deserves it. This scheming, Lin Myolie sometimes feels terrified when she thinks about it.

I really have to remind myself all the time not to be an enemy of this man, otherwise, I will definitely die a very miserable death.

Not to mention the turmoil between the mother and the mother and the empress dowager, but also the last porridge of the imperial chef competition. Naturally, this porridge could not have been cooked at that time, especially the porridge made by Han Zizhang, which added almost all the precious ingredients. , it is impossible without a few days.What's more, porridge needs to be cooked, so what is basically served is already a semi-finished product, which can be served after a little cooking.

Han Zizhang's porridge was served by him himself. As soon as the lid of the Zisha tripod was lifted, the fresh fragrance overflowed, and all the ministers took a deep breath without realizing it. Just because of the delicious smell, they knew how many good things were put in .

The Queen Mother laughed and said, "What kind of porridge is this? It smells fragrant. What's in it?"

Han Zizhang bowed: "Go back to the empress dowager, this porridge contains cloud ham, pigeon belly, pigeon eggs, camel's hoof yellow, golden pheasant breast, flying dragon breast, mushrooms, winter bamboo shoots, in addition to these, the little one also specially added scallops. , Shark's fin, abalone, deer tendon, Liao ginseng, fish maw, fish lip, skirt and other eight treasures. In addition, I asked the imperial doctor of the imperial hospital to put some seasonal medicinal materials for health and beauty. Eight kinds of precious ingredients, put these ingredients in a special purple sand tripod, simmer for a night, then add the best royal japonica rice, and boil it. The little one gave this porridge a name, called the best mountain and sea Porridge not only has a rich and delicious taste, but also has the effects of nourishing qi and blood, clearing the lungs and intestines, and beautifying the face, so it is most suitable for the queen mother to eat."

Every time he said the same thing, the ministers on the left and right couldn't help taking a deep breath. When he finished speaking, he didn't know how many breaths he took, and he couldn't help thinking about how good this is, that is, in the palace, otherwise, who would be willing to do so? What's more, it's just to make a bowl of porridge, what's more, it's a waste of money.

The queen mother was quite happy, and nodded: "It's hard to bother you, Liu Hai pretends to be a bowl and come to Ai's house to taste, and don't let him down."

Liu Hai hurriedly filled two bowls, one for the queen mother and the other for the emperor, because they had boiled too much, Yue Jintang also got a bowl.

Holding the bowl in his hand, he sighed, and the queen mother's face darkened: "Prince Xiaoyao, you don't drink porridge, why are you sighing?"

Yue Jintang sighed again: "The empress dowager forgives the sin, Jintang is holding this bowl of porridge, looking at the delicacies of mountains and seas in it, for some reason, he suddenly thinks of the people in Yuzhou, thinking that there are so many good things in this bowl of porridge, If you count the silver, it will not be far away if it is not hundreds of taels. If the 100 taels are exchanged for medicinal materials, it can save many people in Yuzhou. Thinking about it this way, no matter how delicious this porridge is, it is impossible to eat it. .”

Who can eat Yue Jintang's words, who dares to eat them? Even the queen mother put down the porridge in her hand, with an unhappy expression on her face: "The suave and suave king of Xiaoyao County is worried about the country and the people today. It's something new."

Mr. Mei stood up and bowed slightly: "Mrs. Queen Mother, if everyone is as concerned about the country and the people as the king of Xiaoyao County, it is really the good fortune of the people of Dayan. Although everyone loves delicious food, it is like Han Yuchu. It's a bit of a waste to put so many precious ingredients in a bowl of porridge."

Han Zizhang's complexion changed a few times, co-authoring, he was self-defeating, put so many good things together, he thought he would win, but he didn't want to, but involved the disaster victims in Yuzhou, how do you think about this matter, Prince Xiaoyao did it on purpose, after all, he and old man Mei are on the same side.

The Queen Mother naturally understood, and smiled: "Although Mr. Mei's words are reasonable, they are a bit serious. Thinking about how vast the territory of our Dayan is, there are so many state capitals in the southeast, north, west, and north. Ordinary, how can the weather be smooth everywhere, and because of a plague in a small Yuzhou, the grass and trees can't be destroyed, and you can't even eat a bowl of porridge. In the competition, it is natural to show your own housekeeping skills. Even if you put more and cherished ingredients, it is for the sake of mourning the family, for the emperor. Could it be a bowl of porridge?"

As soon as the queen mother finished speaking, An Ran's porridge was brought up. Yue Jintang looked at it, feeling quite complicated. What kind of porridge did this girl make? There are eight kinds of precious ingredients, but there is none of them, just a few scallions with beards floating on the top, and a few slices of ginger. Are you kidding? If this can win Han Zizhang’s superb mountain and sea porridge, From then on, I worshiped this girl as a god.

The queen mother glanced at it, couldn't help laughing, and suddenly slapped the table: "Mr. Mei, you are trying to fool the emperor and the Ai family. You dare to serve this kind of porridge. Think this is a place for you to mess around. "

An Ran knelt down and said: "If you go back to the Empress Dowager, An Ran has no intention of fooling the Empress Dowager."

"Don't dare? The Ai family sees that you have not dared. Could it be that you dare to do so because of the support of someone behind you? If it is not a fool, what is your porridge?"

An Ran: "Go back to the Empress Dowager, An Ran's porridge is called Immortal Porridge."

"Immortal porridge? You really dare to use the word "immortal". You can't be fooled by being an Aijia. Where did you get some fairy porridge?"

But suddenly Guo Zishan, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, stood up and said, "Empress Dowager, Miss An's cooking is really fairy porridge."

The queen mother snorted: "Guo Aiqing, please don't make trouble."

Guo Zishan shook his head: "I am not an official, but this porridge is of great importance. I have a good knowledge of the art of Qi and Huang. I once heard a hermit doctor in Sichuan mention this fairy porridge, saying that it can cure the plague. The official waited to ask for a prescription, but the magic doctor said that the way has long been lost. He also read it in ancient books, but Miss An knew how to make this porridge. If it was the fairy porridge mentioned in ancient medical books, wouldn’t it be able to help the people of Yuzhou? It’s an immortal achievement.”

The queen mother was stunned, glanced at the ugly bowl of green and white porridge, frowned slightly, and said to herself, this bowl of porridge is really a fairy porridge that can cure the plague. If it is true, then Han Zizhang will definitely lose, just like that green Refined rice is not more delicious than delicious, but health-preserving, but this bowl of porridge is more about saving the people and righteousness.

Suddenly, the Empress Dowager felt that this little girl, who was not very big at first sight, had a scheming mind. Thinking carefully about the dishes she cooked, each dish was carefully designed for Han Zizhang. In the beginning, maybe the outcome of each course was clear to the chest, so it was possible to be so calm and relaxed.

Moreover, Yue Jintang and Mr. Mei are out to help this girl, and Guo Zishan is partial to this girl in his words. I really don't know how this girl has such a good relationship. However, whether this fairy porridge is true or not, we must be realistic Just ask, if it is false, then this opportunity will save this girl, and save future troubles. If it is true, then you can only give up Han Zizhang's pawn.

Thinking of this, he put on a kind and sympathetic expression: "This child is really caring. I just thought you were fooling Aijia and said something serious. Don't care. If it is true that what you cook is fairy porridge, it is really a great achievement." It also went to the emperor's heart disease, just because of the plague in Yuzhou, the emperor has not slept well for several days, but, whether your fairy porridge is real or not, still needs to be judged by the imperial doctor, come, Xuan Tai Hospital Sentence Zhou Zisheng to come."

After a short while, a gray-haired old man came up, he couldn't walk well, knelt on the ground trembling, and kowtowed to the empress dowager.

The queen mother waved her hand: "Okay, get up, I didn't ask you here for any other reason, I just wanted to ask you something, you just need to tell the truth."

Zhou Zisheng hurriedly responded: "I don't know what the Queen Mother is asking about?"

The queen mother glanced at the emperor: "This porridge matter is very important, let the emperor ask."

The emperor did not refuse: "Zhou Zisheng asked you, do you know about fairy porridge?"

Zhou Zisheng was taken aback for a moment, then nodded: "It is recorded in ancient medical books that in ancient times there was a plague, febrile disease was rampant, and many people died. Afterwards, an old god cured the plague by making a porridge. He is an old immortal, so it is named Immortal Congee, but the method is not recorded."

The emperor's eyes lit up, and he looked at An Ran: "Chef An, what is your fairy porridge made of, can you tell me?"

An Ran glanced at Lin Xing'er, Lin Xing nodded slightly, and An Ran said: "Returning to the emperor, this porridge is made of half-mixed glutinous rice, five slices of ginger, two bowls of river water, boiled in a casserole for two rolls, and scallions with whiskers Seven or eight, boil until the rice is rotten, add half a cup of vinegar, and this is the porridge."

Seeing Zhou Zisheng in a daze, the emperor couldn't help frowning: "Zhou Zisheng, according to your opinion, this method can cure the plague?"

Zhou Zisheng glanced at Liu Hai in secret, saw Liu Hai shook his head slightly, and said, "Your official can't see how these common things can be used together, not to mention that it can cure the plague. It's nonsense."

With a word from Zhou Zisheng, those ministers who just defeated Han Zizhang were really relieved, and their faces showed joy, and they said how could such a porridge made with green onions and ginger be able to cure the plague? Not so worried that she was about to hang herself, this girl is really daring, even the empress dowager dared to act like this in front of the emperor.

The Empress Dowager's face darkened, and she was about to make trouble when the Emperor said again: "Lin Xing, what do you think of this porridge?"

Lin Xing'er: "Returning to the emperor, the slave has a different opinion from the Zhou imperial physician. The slave thinks that this porridge does have miraculous effects in curing the plague."

In Lin Xing's words, those people who just let go of their hearts flickered up again, scolding their mothers in their hearts. If this continues, I must have a heart attack. Can this be cured? Can you give me a good word? ...

The Empress Dowager's complexion darkened: "Lin Xing, a slave who knows everything, dare to speak wild words." But she couldn't help muttering in her heart, Lin Xing'er, a slave, has changed from a toilet dumper to a celebrity in front of the emperor in just a few months , relying on her medical skills.

I don’t know where this servant got it from. Believe it or not, it’s really useful if she prescribes a prescription. Otherwise, Concubine Hui wouldn’t spend money to help her. Didn’t she just want to get a secret recipe for childbirth from her? .

As soon as the Queen Mother finished speaking, Zhou Zisheng gritted his teeth. The enmity between Zhou Zisheng and Lin Xing was even greater, and his job was taken away by this servant. Can you not hate him? It's a matter of showing filial piety to the superiors and officials every year, and these proud eunuchs in the palace are almost exhausted. There are still wives and concubines to support at home. Isn't it just to go to the palace from time to time to ask for a pulse and get rewards.

Who would have thought that halfway through a rush for an errand, I don't know that the women in the palace have eaten this slave's ecstasy soup, and they believe him wholeheartedly. On the contrary, they, the imperial doctors, don't have a good face when they see it, let alone a reward .

At this moment, Lin Xing'er ran into Lin Xing'er, and the past and old hatred were all in his heart: "You have read a few medical books, and you dare to say that you can cure the plague, but you don't know that febrile diseases and epidemics have been intractable diseases since ancient times, and even the genius doctor Hua Tuo can't do it." Zhi, how dare you say that such a porridge can cure the plague, yellow-mouthed child, talking nonsense."

But Lin Xinger said: "How do you know that I am talking nonsense, this fairy porridge cures the plague, but what you said just now, could it be that you are old and your memory is so bad that in a blink of an eye, even what you said forget."

Zhou Zisheng pointed at him: "You, I have never forgotten what I said. Of course there are fairy porridge. The old man just said that this person does not make fairy porridge."

Lin Xing nodded: "Then dare to ask Imperial Physician Zhou, how to make fairy porridge?"

"Old man, how does this old man know?"

Lin Xinger: "Since Imperial Physician Zhou doesn't know how to do it, how can he be sure that Chef An's cooking is not the fairy porridge that can cure plague as recorded in ancient books?"

"This, this..." Zhou Zisheng choked Lin Xing with a few words, his old face flushed, and he said for a long time: "I just know, how do you treat?"

But I heard Yue Jintang say: "I said Doctor Zhou, this is not about kids fighting and playing on the street, but it has something to do with the thousands of Li people in Yuzhou. You can't make fun of it. You know what it is. Anyway, it's an imperial doctor, so you have to say something. It’s true that it’s true, otherwise, the imperial court’s salaries support you, for what purpose, is it just to support a bunch of waste, you doctors, don’t you have to have a basis for prescribing medicines, if you go all over the world, you will become a quack who caress about human lives.”

After saying a few words, Zhou Zisheng trembled all the time, as if he was about to faint from anger, he opened his mouth and couldn't speak for a long time.

The Empress Dowager's face became even more gloomy: "Lin Xing, since you said that this is the fairy porridge that can cure the plague, do you have any basis? If you are talking nonsense, don't blame the Ai family for being cruel, but you, a slave, can't let you speak nonsense in this palace."

The emperor's face darkened slightly, and he said: "Don't be afraid, just say what you say, as long as what you say is justified, I will make the decision for you."

When the emperor said these words, it was tantamount to playing against the empress dowager. Moreover, it was for a slave. The ministers at the bottom looked at each other and looked at each other, thinking in their hearts that they would have to give Lin Xinger How good this slave is, for his sake, the emperor would not hesitate to confront the queen mother, which shows how much he dotes on this slave.

However, Yue Jintang trembled and touched his arm. Goosebumps all over his body after such a short effort. Now if anyone says that the emperor has nothing to do with this slave, he will not believe it even if he is beaten to death. I never expected that the emperor would let this servant The slave hooked it, and it's good to be here. There are so many beauties who don't love it. It's really incomprehensible what a dead eunuch would do.

The light in An Jiamu's eyes flickered for a few times before disappearing, and he was finally relieved, seeing what the emperor meant, he was definitely interested in this dead eunuch. He will never have the chance to abduct his wife again.

If Lin Xing'er knew An Jiamu's thoughts at this moment, she would be furious, but she didn't have time to pay attention to An Jiamu at this moment, so she had to deal with the old man Zhou Zisheng first.

Zhou Zisheng felt that Lin Xing'er was blocking their way of making money. Similarly, Lin Xing'er also felt that these wastes from the Tai Hospital were an eyesore. Zhou's old man didn't even have the qualifications to be a handyman in modern times, so he kicked him out a long time ago, so he just took this opportunity to help An Ran and clean up this old man.

Thinking of this, he said, "Dare to ask Imperial Physician Zhou, what is the effect of this glutinous rice?"

Zhou Zisheng was stunned, not understanding why she asked this, but said: "Glutinous rice is a warming and strong thing. If it is used as medicine, it can nourish the middle and Qi, strengthen the spleen and stomach, strengthen the body and eliminate evil, help the medicine, and stop sweating." effect."

Lin Xing'er nodded: "Ask Imperial Physician Zhou again, can scallions be used as medicine?"

Zhou Zisheng nodded again: "Scallions are pungent and warm in nature. They have the effects of dispelling exterior cold, dispelling wind and sweating, detoxifying and reducing swelling. They can naturally be used as medicine."

Lin Xing blinked: "Needless to say this ginger, anyone with a little common sense knows that ginger has the effects of dispelling cold and sweating, reducing phlegm and relieving cough, harmonizing the stomach, and stopping vomiting. Chef An’s fairy porridge uses glutinous rice as the king’s medicine, and ginger vinegar is used as the minister’s medicine. One tonic, one hair, and sour vinegar to restrain it. The combination of the three is a good medicine for plague. It is recorded that after eating this porridge, it can cure diseases like a god, so it is called fairy porridge."

After finishing speaking, he took a look at Zhou Zisheng with a pale face: "This servant has only read two medical books, and only understands medical principles. This medical skill is extensive and profound. How can a slave only dabble in it? You have to rely on a genius doctor like Zhou Taiyi with superb medical skills to be able to do it." Relieve the suffering of the epidemic disease of the people of Yuzhou."

An Ran couldn't help chuckling, Lin Xing'er really was Lin Xing'er, her temperament of vengeance has not changed at all.

Guo Zishan: "Eunuch Lin's words are very wonderful, this is really fairy porridge."

There was a smile on the corner of the emperor's lips: "You slave, you dare to show off like this after you know a few medical books, let's not argue with you this time, and not in the future." Although these words are reprimands, they sound like compliments, just like your own. The child embarrasses Mr., the parents reprimanded a few words, and they may be so happy in their hearts. The emperor's two sentences are like this, and the love is beyond words.

The queen mother took a look at Han Zizhang: "Even though Mei's porridge is really fairy porridge, today it is the birthday banquet of the Ai family. It is a competition between the imperial chefs, and it is not a discussion about Yuzhou in the court. Who will win this porridge? On this basis.”

Guo Zishan: "My humble minister dare not agree with the Queen Mother's words. There is a saying that the people regard food as the sky, and the country is based on the people. Only when the people of the Li people live and work in peace and contentment, can there be no disease or disaster, there will be peace and prosperity for my big Yan, long live Isn't that the reason why cooking competitions are held every year? I hope to share delicious food with the people all over the world. What is the definition of this delicious food? Weichen thinks that it does not refer to rare and rare ingredients, nor is it so cumbersome Cooking skills are like Chef An's porridge, if it can solve the plague in Yuzhou and save thousands of people from suffering, then this porridge will be the most beautiful delicacy in the world, and that is the true meaning of this fairy porridge."

"Okay, well said." The emperor stood up and said, "Guo Aiqing is worried about the common people. She is really a pillar of my Yan. I have passed on my imperial decree to send this congee recipe to Yuzhou in an expedited eight hundred miles. If it can relieve the suffering of the plague in Yuzhou, I would like to fast for a year."

Long live the emperor, long live, long live...

All the ministers knelt down and shouted long live, and the emperor waved his hand: "Get up, I don't need you to shout long live if you are fine, I don't want to live long, it is the good fortune of heaven and earth to live a hundred years, where is the long live, I just Look, all the gentlemen can be like Guo Aiqing, always thinking about the people, thinking about the black gauze hat I gave you, not to let you fish and meat people, search for money, enjoy the glory and wealth, but to let you plead for the people, To avenge the people, I hate the people who are obedient and vicious, who say they want to be upright officials, but the house is full of gold and silver. Remember, a word of greed is not gold or silver, but a knife on your head. If I don’t know about it, then go for fun, but once I know who is greedy for money, don’t worry about your black hats, think about the heads on your necks, whether you can keep them.”

After the emperor said these few words, all the ministers were sweating coldly, and the back of their necks felt cold.

The Empress Dowager's face was extremely ugly, this is not celebrating her own birthday, it has become a grand banquet, and, I always feel that there is something in the emperor's words, I glanced at the emperor: "According to the emperor, who will win this imperial chef competition?"

The emperor looked at An Ran: "I want to use Chef An's cooking skills to cook a dish that is more delicious than the superb mountain and sea porridge just now, but I didn't say anything, but I made this fairy porridge. Although I am a cook, I have a heart to help the world." It is really rare, just as Guo Aiqing said, this fairy porridge can save thousands of people from suffering, and what other delicacies can compare with it, in my opinion, this porridge should not be called fairy porridge, but the best porridge in the world , and Chef An is the best chef in the world."

Yue Jintang quickly winked at An Ran, thinking, how stupid is this girl, at this moment, she quickly knelt down and thanked An Ran, the best chef in the world is precious, and the emperor personally sealed it, who would dare to disobey in the future.

Seeing An Ran knelt down, she was relieved, but she heard An Ran say: "The women don't dare to be the best chef in the world, and they are bestowed by the emperor, can you give me another reward?"

All the ministers couldn't help booing, this girl really doesn't know what is good or bad, the emperor has personally sealed her, and she can still take it back.

An Ran: "The woman is just a cook, and as a cook, the duty she should do is to enjoy the world's diners with delicious food. Therefore, the woman does not want the title of the best cook in the world. The woman hopes that all cooks in the world will To become a veritable chef, so that more diners can enjoy real food, not only the dignitaries in the palace, but also the common people, even the cooks in small restaurants in the market can cook good dishes. Prosperous and prosperous, those time-honored brands can be innovated while being passed on.”

The emperor looked at her deeply for a while: "What do you want?"

An Ran opened the mouth and said: "The folk woman wants to ask the Holy Majesty for permission to open a culinary art academy.

Culinary Academy?The emperor looked at her in astonishment: "Are you saying that you want to teach cooking in person?"

An Ran shook her head: "The college that the folk woman wants to run is not just the master of the folk woman. If the sage grants permission, the folk woman plans to invite famous chefs from all over the world to teach, regardless of north and south, and regardless of east and west, Sichuan, Guangdong, Chaoshan, Yuzhou... all famous chefs from all cuisines, please come here if you can."

Han Zizhang couldn't help but cut out: "You girl is crazy. Since ancient times, our kitchen business has been handed down from master to apprentice. If you follow your wishes, it will break the rules and let us chefs drink the northwest wind. No."

An Ran said, "The reason why you say that is because you don't want your culinary skills to be passed on to others."

Han Zizhang: "This is what I say, whoever learns a unique skill easily, has suffered so much, suffered a lot of crimes, and learning such a skill is for the sake of being famous. If everyone can easily learn it, we have suffered all these sins for nothing. "

An Ran shook her head: "If our predecessors in the kitchen industry think like you, let me ask, where did your current craftsmanship come from? If everyone sticks to their own unique skills, the final result will only be decline. Cut off, think about these ancestors who have selflessly passed down their culinary skills. Without them, where would today's northern and southern dishes, imperial banquets, and Han Yuchu's culinary skills come from? Shouldn't you drink water and think about the source? Are you grateful?"

"Speaking is better than singing. Who doesn't know your selfishness? Don't you just want everyone in the kitchen to respect you and respect you so that you can make money."

Make money?An Ran smiled: "There are tens of thousands of mansions, sleeping seven feet, a thousand hectares of fertile land, and only three meals a day. What can you do with so much money? An Ran just wants to pass on her cooking skills, and has no other plans."

"It's good to say that there are thousands of mansions, seven feet of sleep, thousands of fertile fields, and only three meals a day. If everyone in the world is like Chef Ann, why worry about the prosperous age, I will allow you to open a culinary academy, and I will give you the name An Remember, if all the chefs in the world can have such superb cooking skills as Chef An, it would be really a blessing for the diners in the world."

An Ran knelt down to thank her, stepped back, her hands were shaking nervously, saying that she was not afraid was a lie, who would not be afraid of such a Ninth Five Lord who held the power of life and death, but even if she was afraid, she had to be herself want to do.

Suddenly her trembling hands were held by a pair of big hands, An Ran looked sideways, met a pair of dark and bright eyes, almost instantly, her nervous and flustered heart calmed down, smiled slightly, and said in a low voice: "Mei Da, I Really did."

Mei Da?It's been a long time since I've heard her call her by this name. It can be seen how happy the little daughter-in-law is. An Jiamu has always known that An Ran wanted to open a culinary art academy. It wasn't that he didn't help her. What's more, how to report in the government, what kind of category it is, if the government can't pass, how can the college run.

Unexpectedly, An Ran took this opportunity today to exchange this with her own No. [-] chef in the world. Perhaps, in the eyes of outsiders, this girl is stupid. If she thinks about it with her heels, she knows that the emperor personally sealed her as the No. [-] chef in the world. Chef, how precious and glorious, as long as he bears this name, An Ran can always stand at the top of the kitchen industry.

But she changed to a useless culinary academy. Most of the people who learn to cook are children from poor families. It is absolutely impossible to make money with this. The reason why those well-known chefs in the kitchen shop don't take many apprentices.

There is one more, the most important thing is to teach apprentices to starve to death masters. If every chef in the world has superb cooking skills, then who would care about these famous chefs? Therefore, An Ran's request is completely important to her. There is no benefit at all, and the only people who are happy are probably those who are cooks, or those who want to learn how to cook.

But An Jiamu knows that this is what An Ran has always wanted to do. As long as she wants to do it and likes to do it, she will unconditionally support her. The one she cherishes and loves is such a stubborn and weird girl. Love her, like her, marry her, love her, I have never regretted it, and I will never regret it.

The emperor agreed, and the results of the imperial chef competition came out. Needless to say, An Ran won, but Han Zizhang suddenly went crazy, as if he had forgotten where it was, and said, "I won the imperial chef competition. Queen Mother, I won."

The queen mother frowned and looked at him, and said angrily: "Whoever told you that you can't make fairy porridge to cure the plague, you should consider yourself unlucky if you lose."

What the Queen Mother said was a bit out of character.

Han Zizhang said: "If this is the case, then the little one even made green rice. Green rice is more powerful than fairy porridge. If you eat green rice, you can become a fairy and ascend to the heaven. Isn't it better? Immortal porridge is much stronger, why should the younger one lose."

It’s okay if he didn’t mention it, but Lin Xing’er couldn’t help laughing when he mentioned green rice: “Han Yuchu, don’t fool people, what about becoming a fairy and ascending to the heaven, I haven’t seen anyone become a fairy, but it’s all Some nonsense things, talking about green rice doesn’t have such miraculous effects, then, your dish is not green rice, if you press such a good thing on your head, the servants will be ashamed for you .”

The Empress Dowager's face changed when she heard that, she just ate two whole bowls for the name of Qingjing rice, and now she is still in a panic, why did she suddenly say that it is not Qingjing rice, so eat it by herself So much for what?Thinking about it, he looked at Han Zizhang gloomyly: "What Lin Xinger said is true, are you really fooling Aijia?"

Han Zizhang's legs softened, and he knelt on the ground: "Empress Dowager, don't listen to this slave's nonsense, the little one cooks green rice." He said and glared at Lin Xing'er: "You, what do you know? Do you know that what I cook is not green rice?"

"You really don't cook green fine rice." An Ran took a step forward and said, "Green fine rice is glutinous rice dyed from southern candlewood. It is steamed nine times and dried nine times. Although it doesn't have the magic power to ascend to immortality, it can improve the complexion and benefit the stomach. , but, this South Candlewood is only available in early spring, even if it is available now, the leaves cannot be used to dye green polished rice, and where did the green polished rice come from? What is there, could it be bluestone grease."

The Empress Dowager quickly asked Zhou Zisheng: "What is Qingshizhi?"

Zhou Zisheng finally waited for an opportunity to express himself, and hurriedly said: "It is recorded in Materia Medica that three catties of green stone fat, one bucket of green sorghum rice, soaked in water for three days, smashed into plum-sized pills, and taken one or two pills with boiling water. You won't feel hungry, it is said that Zhang Liang Bigu used this thing."

The Empress Dowager just breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Lin Xing'er say: "I don't know whether Zhang Liang became immortal or not, but I do know that from the Wei Jin to the Tang Dynasty, blue stone resin was very popular, and there are countless people who ate stones to seek longevity. Later, it was strictly banned by the imperial court, and it gradually disappeared just now. Thinking about it, the reason why the imperial court forbade eating this food at that time was not because they were afraid that the common people would become immortals if they ate it."

With Lin Xinger's words, the empress dowager's complexion turned even darker. Although this slave didn't say it clearly, no one knew about Wei and Jin's bad things. Because many people were poisoned by taking stones, most of them were dignitaries, the court at that time issued a strict order. Fasting, this Han Zizhang got this thing, he didn't want to prolong his life, he clearly wanted to send himself to the west.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help being angry: "Han Zizhang, how dare you use this kind of poisonous stone to deceive Ai's family, what should you do?"

Han Zizhang was so scared that he peed on his pants, he hurriedly said, "This Qingjing rice is not a small idea, it was found by Liu Hai and Cui Qing..."

(End of this chapter)