Food King

Chapter 146 What's wrong with the royal father?
In the Hall of Floating Fragrance, Zheng Yuandong stood aside with his hands behind his back, his eyes fell on the dishes Wang Yan was about to cook, he showed a hint of interest, and said softly, but as his voice fell, Wang Yan was startled, and immediately shook his head with a smile. Shake your head.

"You really don't know how to cook your own dishes, do you? It's not like what the lord of a country does." Wang Yan said with a smile, but he didn't stop processing the ingredients in his hands.

"The land under the foot of the Zhao Kingdom is known as the gourmet land. As an emperor, it is nothing to know how to cook. I will show you a little bit later, and see how much difference there is between you and a master of Xuanpin. " Zheng Yuandong chuckled, at the moment he looked humble and gentle, if he didn't deliberately feel it, he couldn't detect the emperor-like arrogance hidden in his bones.

"If you can really eat the delicious food made by His Majesty, it will be a great joy in life. Presumably, there are not many people in this imperial court who can have good food." The color of excitement.

The Emperor Zhao in front of him now gave Wang Yan the feeling that he was no longer the emperor who exuded the aura of a superior. Even now he was still in awe, but when he saw the present Emperor Zhao, Wang Yan could completely relax.

"Is this Fenglei Leopard Meat?" Zheng Yuandong stood beside Wang Yan with his hands behind his back, his star-like eyes swept over the prepared ingredients, and landed on a palm-sized, flesh-red piece of fresh flesh in front of him, revealing The color of great interest.

"Your Majesty has good eyesight. This is the front leg meat of the monster beast Fenglei Leopard in the late stage of the first order. It contains the power of wind and thunder. If it is cooked, it tastes pretty good." Wang Yan nodded. Now the ingredients he uses are all his own. Storage inside the storage bag.

"Zhen..." Wang Yan's voice fell, and he flipped his palm, and the No. [-] Mulberry Knife shining with silver light appeared in his hand. The back of the knife was flickering, and he slapped it quickly, smashing the flesh of the Wind Thunder Beast. The two ends quickly spread apart.

And as the speed in Wang Yan's hand increased, not long after, a string of sticky fibers were slapped out of the whole piece of Fengleibao's front leg meat, and then, with the flashing light of the knife, the meat was changed into a knife. It becomes a large piece with a thickness of only [-] mm, and it is placed in a small bowl aside. After adding the seasoning, it is marinated.

"Huh? What is this method?" Zheng Yuandong showed a little surprise for Wang Yan's cooking method. Zhao Guo's cooking method is not complicated. It is the first time he has seen a method similar to Wang Yan's.

"Spicy Fried Pork with Wind and Thunder." Wang Yan pondered for a moment, and made up such a name, but the actual method is to cook it according to the way of steak. Of course, the difference in raw materials and the difference in cooking mood also lead to cooking. The dishes are also more different.

During this period of time at the Oriental Academy, Wang Yan had a vague understanding, especially after receiving the inheritance and grafting of a large number of grass and wood raw materials in the test tower, this understanding seems to have become clearer, Wang Yan can be sure, If he is given more time to try it out, he should be able to experience this hazy understanding, which should be a matter of course.

"It's quite a novel method. I don't know how it tastes." Zheng Yuandong nodded, while Wang Yan smiled and continued cooking the rest of the dishes.

While marinating the Fenglei Leopard meat, Wang Yan began to prepare other dishes. Apart from the so-called pan-fried Fenglei meat, Wang Yan also prepared anchovy chicken and the hundred-day red that he had grown himself.

"Emperor Zhao, the Crown Prince is here." While Zheng Yuandong was watching Wang Yan cook, Ye Jing came quickly and announced to Emperor Zhao softly.

"Let him in." Zheng Yuandong nodded, then turned around and sat down at the sandalwood table. Startled, then shook his head with a wry smile.

On the sandalwood table, there were nearly 30 plates of cakes stacked on top of each other. At this time, the greedy snake was still quickly devouring the few cakes left on the plate, and the pair of snake pupils were filled with excitement. Although the cakes in the imperial court are not blessed with Yuanli, the deliciousness of the imperial kitchen is rarely available outside.

"This big stomach king put it away, it's about the same." Zheng Yuandong twitched the corner of his mouth, shook his head and chuckled, and the greedy snake also licked his mouth very spiritually, and then walked away, in the Hu Ba's body fell down.

As the gluttonous snake left, those court ladies quickly stepped forward, with unconcealable curiosity on their faces, they quickly cleaned up the mess on the table, and secretly glanced not far away, with expressions of satisfaction. He is greedy for snakes, but he doesn't understand that this little guy, who is only over a foot long, has such a terrifying appetite.

"Royal father." The few people had just cleaned up. Outside the main hall, Zheng Ling, who was dressed in a white embroidered robe, stepped forward. After standing still in front of Zheng Yuandong, he saluted. Then he raised his head and glanced at Hu Ba, was startled for a moment, and immediately passed by without a trace, and landed on Wang Yan who was not far away.

"Father is in a good mood today. It seems that my son is also lucky today." Zheng Ling looked away, and stood beside Zheng Yuandong as he walked forward. His appearance is not outstanding, the only thing that can make people remember quickly Yes, apart from his status as the prince, there is probably only a mark between those eyebrows.

The imprint was special, like a closed and erect eye, which made his original ordinary appearance look different, especially when he frowns slightly, it gave people a kind of scheming that didn't match his age.

"Sit down, let's have a meal as a family, and introduce someone to you by the way." Zheng Yuandong said in a calm voice. There is the prince Zheng Ling in front of him and another son Wu Wang Zheng Yi.

Facing the only two heirs, Zheng Yuandong had always spoken gently and indifferently, but his heart was extremely strict. Now as his voice fell, Zheng Ling nodded respectfully and sat down on the chair beside him.

"Wang Yan is the person my father said?" Zheng Ling asked softly. He and Wang Yan had no intersection, but he was no stranger to Wang Yan. There was an inexplicable feeling of unhappiness, as if Wang Yan standing in front of him was the enemy who killed Wang Xi who grew up with him.

For Wang Yao, Zheng Ling has a deep affection. Born in the royal family, his childhood was destined not to be as happy as ordinary people, and his only playmate was Wang Yao. It is because of the different personalities that the feelings are not deep.

"Well, it's him, Wang Yan's third brother, and also Wang Xuan's third son, you've met before." Zheng Yuandong's voice was indifferent, while Zheng Ling nodded.

"Father, my son doesn't understand, he is just a cook, why does the father value him so much?" Zheng Ling asked cautiously again, while Zheng Yuandong shook his head lightly.

"Yi'er is here." Without directly answering Zheng Ling's words, Zheng Yuandong changed the subject and said softly, and immediately glanced at the entrance of the hall. bow down.

"I pay my respects to my father." "I have met my brother." The young man bowed down, opened his mouth to pay his respects, and when he got up immediately, he showed a sharp face.

He was also wearing a white robe, exuding a heroic demeanor. Under a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows, there was a hint of wisdom in his starry eyes. Matched with his sharp facial features, he was somewhat similar to Zhao Huangzheng Yuandong's demeanor.

"Come and sit." Zheng Yuandong said softly, and Zheng Yi just sat down on another sandalwood chair beside him after thanking him again.

"It seems that the father invited masters to come here today, and he looks very young." Zheng Yi had a smile on his face, glanced at Wang Yan's position, and immediately licked his lips, said.

"I know that you are also very fond of food, so I called you two brothers today, especially Ling'er, don't judge people by their status. Among the cooks, dragons and phoenixes can also be born. This classic book in the food continent Above, but it has appeared before." Zheng Yuandong said indifferently, and both of them nodded.

"Huba." Just when the father and son had just gathered together, Wang Yan in front of him turned sideways and waved at Huba. wrinkled, and then stretched out again.

"Help me serve the food." Wang Yan said softly, looking at the sizzling Fenglei meat in the heavy frying pan, and then shaking the shovel in his hand, put the Fenglei meat wrapped in a layer of golden yellow paste Put it on the chopping board, quickly cut it into strips, put it neatly on the plate, and then put the lid on after pondering.

"Bring these two ingredients, let's serve together." Putting aside a small dish of homemade black pepper juice and white juice, he ordered Huba, while Huba closed his eyes, looking intoxicated. After taking a deep breath, he nodded with a smile. After picking it up, he faced the sandalwood table directly. After putting the dishes on the table, he turned around and came to Wang Yan again. The gaze of Zheng Ling, the prince of nature, was ignored.

As the first dish was cooked, Wang Yan's subordinates moved even faster, and after cooking the remaining three dishes again, they came to several people just now.

"Fulfilling the mission, there are four dishes in total." After placing the dishes covered with silver lids on the table, Wang Yan sat down with Huba without being humble or overbearing.

And this kind of behavior caused the cold light in Prince Zheng Ling's eyes to flash away. As for Wu Wang Zheng Yi, his eyes froze for a moment. , even if important ministers came, they could only stand aside and wait.

But now the cook sat directly on the table, and seeing his father's appearance, he treated it calmly, especially the crown prince Zheng Ling, who was full of disdain.

"Father, what's the matter?"

(End of this chapter)