Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

After a stick of incense, in the backyard of Cheng Yaojin's house, Cheng Yaojin was wearing an apron, looking at Niu Jinda holding a horse stick and Yuchi Gong holding a stone in his hand, and said with a smile: "You are here just in time, please." eat delicious food."

Niu Jinda had a question mark on his face and his eyes were bloodshot: "Lao Cheng, I didn't sleep well last night. I just want to have a good sleep today."

When Cheng Yaojin heard this, he smiled playfully: "That's just right. Go to bed after you're full. You'll sleep soundly."

Yuchi Gong rubbed his head: "Lao Cheng, this thing of yours tastes too much. If you want to eat something good, tell your brother. Look at you, you are so shabby. You have already started cooking by yourself. The chef has cooked it." Okay, you don’t want anyone to move you, you have to do it yourself, you don’t have the ability, you know..."

After being teased by his two friends, Cheng Yaojin not only did not look disappointed at all, but his face was filled with a feeling of loneliness that he could not bear to feel at a high place, and his voice became more pretentious: "You two, after so many years, you are still... No progress.”

"Forget it, stop pretending, let's show our cards. I, Cheng Yaojin, have unparalleled cooking skills in the world!"

Yuchi Gong and Niu Jinda subconsciously looked at the Cheng family cook who had fainted.

The cook opened his eyes drowsily and heard Cheng Yaojin ask him: "Am I right?"

What's going on? Didn't you hear what the Duke said?

No matter what, whatever the Duke of Guo says is what he says, and I will hit wherever the Duke of Guo points out.

"Ah...yes, yes, yes..."

Cheng Yaojin grinned: "Look, my cook said this after he became a famous chef in the capital."

"Hey, let me tell you two, although this thing smells bad, it tastes delicious!"

"I have already thought about it. I will send some to His Majesty when I go to court tomorrow. How can I miss His Majesty such a good thing?"

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In the Datang Hotel, Liu Xuan looked at Tiepi. Although he felt a little worried about the money, he just thought about it. The craftsman only made twenty pence after working hard all day.

The main thing is to beat the iron block into the iron sheet shape required by Liu Xuan, which is very labor-intensive.

In the yard, Yaya sneezed and Da Zhuang was rubbing the mud on the ground.

"Aye, I'm cold."

Liu Xuan smiled: "Yaya, do you know what this is?"

Yaya looked at the iron sheets placed on the ground and shook her head.

"After a while, I will put this thing in the house, so that it won't be cold."

He asked Da Zhuang to mix the hay and mud and water together, and after stirring it countless times until the yellow mud on the ground became sticky, Liu Xuan started to build a stove in the house.

The ground was paved with two layers of blue bricks. It was hard to find blue bricks in these days. There was an abandoned doghouse in the backyard. After Liu Xuan demolished it, there were more than a dozen of them.

The blue bricks were used as the base, and the iron sheet was fixed. In the stove, a few extra iron sheets were used to cover it to form a hollow, and then the mud began to be applied.

I thought this process would take a long time, but unexpectedly, Liu Xuan underestimated the appeal of playing in the mud to children.

Da Zhuang can be considered a child.

Yaya and Da Zhuang smeared it on each other, and soon they had already applied a thick layer of it. When there were a lot of mud spots on their clothes and hands, Da Zhuang just stood aside and was silly.

Yaya was sitting on the ground, not to mention cold anymore, the cold ground had already been warmed by her.

Liu Xuan washed his hands and entered the kitchen.

"System, buy two kilograms of flour, two kilograms of leeks, one kilogram of vermicelli, two kilograms of beef..."

Today I spent 20 cents on blacksmithing, and I still have more than three guan in my hand, which is more than enough.

In the system, the price of flour is the same as the price of rice, which costs two cents per catty, and leeks are the same as vermicelli, costing one cent per catty.

After thinking about it, the system still has a conscience. After all, these things are either not available in the Tang Dynasty, or if they are placed in the Tang Dynasty, they would be very expensive. How can ordinary people afford these things on a daily basis?

It is said that food is the most important thing for the people, but the ancients had either rice soup, which was extremely thin, or pancakes, and one pancake was enough for a day.

vegetable? What is that? Green vegetables were expensive and only nobles were eligible to enjoy them.

Seeing the green leeks, Liu Xuan couldn't help but curled his lips and smiled meaningfully: "Chives are cheap everywhere, tsk tsk..."

Adding yeast to the dough makes it ferment very quickly.

Among the leeks, the ones that were just pulled out from the old hen's nest in the backyard still had warm eggs and good stuffing.

Chop the beef, mix it with the vermicelli, add a little sesame oil, sprinkle with minced onion, ginger, garlic and add two tablespoons of salt.

Outside the house, Yaya and Da Zhuang had just finished removing the mud on the stove and were chasing each other. It was obvious that Da Zhuang ran for two steps and then stopped. After watching Yaya escape, he ran two steps to catch up. .

Yaya giggled.

Liu Xuan smiled, thinking about how to live a more prosperous life in this era. Heat the oil in the pot and the fire is raging.

After a while, the oil was at just the right temperature, and when the chopsticks were placed in the oil, slight bubbles appeared, exuding an alluring aroma of rapeseed.

Place the wrapped box into the oil pan.

Zila~

For a moment, the movement outside the yard disappeared, and then there was the sound of swallowing saliva.

The location of Datang Hotel is relatively quiet. At this moment, there is the sound of firewood burning in the stove, the autumn wind blowing through the old trees in the yard, and Yaya and Da Zhuang squatting at the door. Stomach growling.

There is also the sound of drool dripping on the ground that cannot be stopped.

When dusk came, it was extremely harmonious.

"Yaya, Dazhuang, eat delicious food!"

After Liu Xuan finished speaking, Dazhuang and Yaya, two geniuses, shouted excitedly and came to Liu Xuan eagerly.

Things like vegetable boxes and meat boxes are used to appease the stomachs of the Tang people who lack oil and water.

Yaya took a bite, and the leek and egg fillings were still sizzling with oil. Soon, Yaya's face became like a little cat.

Dazhuang was more reserved. He only had oil stains on his hands, and his face was very clean.

One bite at a time, one bite at a time, without even breathing.

"Aye, delicious!"

Liu Xuan smiled and touched Yaya's head: "It's delicious, but you can't eat too much. If you eat too much, your stomach will be full at night. When you sleep, a big bad wolf will come out of your stomach..."

When Yaya heard this, her little hand that had just reached for the meat box stopped immediately, her eyes were watery.

"Aye, talk to the big bad wolf and ask it to find brother Dazhuang..."

Looking at Dazhuang again, his mouth was full: "Ya Ya, ask the big bad wolf to come to me, I will chop it up and eat its meat..."

Liu Xuan smiled and brought the charcoal fire into the house. The stove was ready. The extra iron sheet was used to surround an opening on it. Then bamboo tubes were put together and smeared with mud to seal the opening. A simple chimney was made.

Next, it was a matter of lighting the stove.