The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

The mashed potatoes in the palace are surprisingly unpalatable.

This is a relatively intuitive feeling for everyone.

As for Emperor Hongzhi, today's mashed potatoes really do not taste very much.

After eating one by one, I barely satiated my stomach.

Emperor Hongzhi had an illusion ... Next, who should be the one who is going to help the disaster?

………

At this time, a little **** came hurriedly: "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness ..."

Not finished yet, Emperor Hongzhi told people to remove the plate: "Xuan!"

Cheering up, Emperor Hongzhi sat upright.

Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan came together.

Emperor Hongzhi took a deep look at the two of them: "You just ... together?"

"Sure enough, everything can't escape your majesty's eyes." Fang Jifan smelled a breath of potatoes: "Your Majesty is holy, he knows everything, yes, the prince and the prince, it is really together. My emperor ..."

"..."

Can a fool see it?

If the two are not together, it is bound to be two eunuchs to call people, there will always be a first come, then come, now you come together, is it not just together?

Emperor Hongzhi felt that such a fart is insulting people's IQ.

But ... used to it.

Take a deep breath: "What are you doing?"

Zhu Hou Zhaokou quickly said: "Cook fish ..."

What are you afraid of?

Emperor Hongzhi touched his belly and burped, with a smell of potatoes.

The faces of Liu Jian and Li Dongyang looked dazed.

Zhu Hou Zhao said: "You don't know, the father and the emperor, the Kuowei Wei horse sent a big yellow croaker, and it was 17 jin, very fresh. The children and Fang Jifan wondered how to eat it."

"..."

Emperor Hongzhi wanted to shoot Wen Yansheng a little bit. You are the Zhifu, don't you mean you want to send fish? Tang Yin was still very real. When others caught the fish, they immediately sent them to Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan.

Wen Yansheng is not a thing.

Li Dongyang couldn't help saying: "How to send this thing, are you afraid of smelling?"

"Don't be afraid." Zhu Hou Zhao proudly: "Just like popsicles."

What is popsicle?

Everyone is a little ignorant.

In fact, Zhu Houzhao did n’t quite understand. Anyway, Fang Jifan said to him, Zhu Houzhao said: "Just take some ice in the ice cellar and freeze the fish, and then the ice fish and ice cubes are covered with thick cotton, Kuima Sent, the fish is still fresh. "

"..." Emperor Hongzhi looked at Fang Jifan.

Fang Jifan said: "Yes, this method works."

It's too extravagant.

Emperor Hongzhi touched his belly again.

Zhu Hou Zhao said: "Father emperor, sons and Fang Jifan wanted to kill this fish, stew it into soup, and give the emperor some to try. This is the real fish king in the sea, but it is rare. Wei spent countless thoughts to capture. "

"..."

Emperor Hongzhi and his officials look at me, and I look at you.

Stomach stretched a little.

Especially Ma Wensheng ... he ate three plates of potatoes, hiccupped constantly, and broke.

"Let's kill in a few hours." Emperor Hongzhi said.

Rare ... The prince is still filial, even knowing to send the fish.

He looked at Fang Jifan again, and Fang Jifan was still very determined. This might be Fang Jifan's idea.

Now, instead of rushing to ask first, what happened to the hundreds of thousands of catfish, the fact is right in front of him. Sure enough, the legendary big yellow croaker exists, so ... he really wants to know, people in the disaster area Are all things.

However, I was full at noon, and then I ate fish, but I couldn't hold it anymore. Let's stay at night.

"This can't be done." Zhu Hou Zhao said: "The seafood must be fresh, and the sons and Xinbo have ordered people to defrost the fish. You must eat it quickly. You will be late if you are late."

"This……"

Emperor Hongzhi's face changed, and it made sense.

He chuckled and said, "Then ... give it a try."

Give it a try!

Your majesty has a purpose, but of course you must hurry.

Ma Wensheng hiccuped again, as if he was disappointed. Everyone followed the sound. His old face turned slightly red, pretending that nothing had happened.

The method of making yellow croaker soup is simple.

Even simple and rude.

At least Fang Jifan knew that when later generations began to use state-of-the-art equipment, and sonar flickered around the big yellow croaker, and then the net was wiped out, so that when the wild big yellow croaker was almost extinct, the big yellow croaker had become a precious and rare thing. Cook it in a simple way, because ... it ’s such a precious, expensive thing, it ’s just used to make soup, this ... is n’t it?

"Children will order people to send fish to the royal dining room." Zhu Houzhao rushed.

………………

In the imperial dining room in the palace, Fang Jifan pinched his sleeve and decided to do it himself.

In any case, a fish that can grow to 17 pounds is already a basketball player in the yellow croaker, or Hu Kaishan in the present Ming Dynasty.

For such terrifying and powerful people, Fang Jifan has always understood to show due respect to them.

So, on this chopping board, in front of Fang Jifan, it was a big fish three and a half feet long.

The fish is dead.

Death from dehydration or freezing is unknown.

Fang Jifan looked at it, thinking in his heart, maybe when the ship knocked on, it felt a kind of call, if it had thinking, the heart must be happy, after all ... this is the season of breeding , It happily arrived at the place, but it was a big net that greeted it. At this time, its heart must have been aggrieved and grieved to the extreme. This is simply a textbook-style fishing law enforcement ... A man ordered a stumbled woman, and the result was a police uncle?

Thinking of this, Fang Jifan's saliva flowed out. Behind every ingredient, there was a weeping and weeping love story. These stories also made the ingredients themselves taste. Although in this story of Fang Jifan Naobu, there is only the actor, of course, the details can be ignored.

Fang Jifan raised his knife, and his hands shook a little, thinking for a while: "His Royal Highness, come on, I'm sick and dizzy."

The gentleman is far away from the kitchen, it makes sense.

Zhu Houzhao despised him.

After receiving the knife, Zhu Houzhao easily peeled off the fish king's scalp. Then, he skillfully began to scrape the fish scales and broke his belly.

After cleaning, people were ordered to take the cauldron, and the **** was ordered to burn the fire, and the water boiled. The fish did not have to be cut into pieces and placed directly in the pan. In an instant, the big fish sizzled and began to smoke.

Zhu Hou Zhao said: "This palace is hungry, and no dripping water enters at noon, so we wait to eat it. Now we see it falling off the pan, and we feel even more hungry."

Fang Jifan nodded sympathetically: "His Royal Highness, you will have to send some soup to the Queen Mother and Princess to go down later, and let them taste the taste of this seafood."

Zhu Houzhao patted his head, hey: "This palace has almost forgotten, the old party reminded well, as a son, he should have honored his mother."

"There are sisters," Fang Jifan added.

Zhu Houzhao had no reason to feel vigilant in his heart: "What are you saying?"

"Oh, let's put onions quickly, put a little onions."

Zhu Hou was in a hurry, sprinkling some green onions and a few spoonfuls of salt.

Don't let the other materials out.

When Zhu Houzhao gasped for breath, he had forgotten that incident, but said: "Want not to cover up the other fishy smell?"

Fang Jifan shook his head: "No, no, it's so fresh."

The saliva is desperate to want to come out.

A sports star in the slowly cooked fish has begun to overflow.

The pungent aroma made Zhu Houzhao roll his throat.

Take the spoon: "Let's try it in the palace, did you put less salt?"

shameless!

Fang Jifan thought.

Zhu Houzhao took the spoon and stirred it in the pot, took some soup, and puffed out.

Then gently squeeze the spoon.

Fang Jifan looked at Zhu Houzhao directly.

In the corner of the side, Liu Jin lowered his head, barely daring to raise his head. Hearing the voice of His Royal Highness Prince Yun Yun Tang, he felt that his heart had changed.

The rich fish soup entrance, although only a little bit of salt was put, but then, a fishy smell mixed with the slightly salty but mixed with the strange sweet taste into the throat. Suddenly, Zhu Houzhao's tongue stirred, and then he took a breath and let the spoon down.

"Your Highness, how?"

"It's so fragrant!" Zhu Houzhao's eyes were red: "This palace can be a chef. This fish soup is so delicious!"

Fang Jifan said: "I try, I try."

Zhu Houzhao refused: "Hurry up and send your father emperor to go alone, not as happy as everyone."

"..." Fang Jifan wanted to shoot him, but he did not forget to remind: "Send some to my mother, Your Highness, don't forget filial piety."

………………

His Royal Highness the Prince and Fang Jifan went for a long time and did not return.

The princes and gentlemen in the Nuan Pavilion have lost their minds.

They seem to be eager to discuss whether the disaster in Ningbo still needs relief, whether to call the grain boats on the canal back.

After waiting half an hour, Fang Jifan and Zhu Houzhao went back.

The two smiled.

Emperor Hongzhi had a chat with Liu Jian and others, after all, after all ... I really had no mood to talk about serious matters.

After the two came back, the emperor Hongzhi regained his spirit: "How?"

"Father Emperor, the son-in-law cooks the food personally and prepares the fish soup for the father emperor." Zhu Houzhao said happily.

"..."

The prince cooks himself.

Some people seem to think that His Royal Highness Prince is a little careless. ~ Www.readwn.com ~ What is Prince, can you be a cook?

But when the **** came in with a cauldron, with the tangy aroma of the fish soup, all the thoughts were disillusioned.

How can the prince not cook? Didn't the cook cook fish soup for your majesty?

His Royal Highness ... Supreme filial piety.

This pot of soup is too big.

So much so that ordinary tableware can't hold it.

I had to lift the pot on this big stove.

And that big yellow croaker, which used to be in the air, was lying intact in a hot pot, watching ... it was delicious.

Emperor Hongzhi touched his belly.

No matter, try it first.

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