Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 294 True Artifact

   What Zhu Houzhao is most interested in is French fries.

  The potato sticks that had been stewed to a medium or low temperature were taken out, put into clear water, and then oil was put in the pot, and the potato sticks were thrown in again. After a while, a strong aroma spread.

  When the cook took out the golden-fried French fries, Zhu Houzhao didn't think it was too hot. He took one, grinned and blew on the French fries, and then... bit off a piece.

   Fragrant and crispy!

   Taste it!

   "It's delicious! Come and taste it, come and taste it, it's delicious." Zhu Houzhao said while eating, regardless of the greasy food in his hand, with a look of excitement on his face.

Fang Jifan took a sip, and the taste was much different from that of later generations. Later generations would soak potato sticks in milk, and the taste was stronger. This... well, it’s actually not bad, after all, in this era, it is considered very tasty. up.

   Next, there is the legendary, the staple food of Westerners, mashed potatoes.

  A large lump of mud was brought up, with two green onions added on top.

  The reason why two scallions are added is that Fang Jifan wants to add a little Chinese to this authentic western-style staple food, er, more precisely, it should be the characteristics of Shandong.

  Zhu Houzhao looked at the mashed potatoes suspiciously, and said, "This is..."

   "This is potato rice." Fang Jifan decided to call it 'rice', because this thing can really satisfy one's hunger, and basically, it can guarantee a person's nutritional intake.

  Zhu Houzhao smelled it, and it tasted good, so he tasted it carefully with chopsticks...then fell silent.

  Zhang Xin stood aside, carefully observing Zhu Houzhao's expression.

  Zhu Houzhao frowned and said, "It's not tasty, it tastes a bit weird."

  Fang Jifan smiled and said: "I know you will think the taste is a little weird, but the taste can be improved, and then add some other things into it, and the taste will be delicious, at least...it can fill your stomach."

  Zhu Houzhao couldn't help saying: "But, it's really not delicious."

   This guy is a hornet.

  Fang Jifan took a deep breath, it seemed that he couldn't do it without amplifying his moves.

  So Fang Jifan gave instructions in a low voice to Yang Rang, the general banner at the side, and Yang Rang understood, and left in a hurry.

   After a long time, Yang Rang came back panting, holding a food box in his hand. His fat body ran in a strange posture, which looked extraordinarily ridiculous.

   Panting for breath, he said, "I got it from a nearby village. It's really not easy..."

  Fang Jifan glanced at him, took the food box, ordered someone to fetch the bowl, and poured all the contents of the food box into the bowl.

this is…

  Zhu Houzhao stared fixedly at the things in the bowl.

Porridge?

   This is indeed porridge, and it is also porridge made of yellow rice.

  Looking at the fineness of this rice alone, it couldn't be worse.

  Fang Jifan turned to Zhu Houzhao with a deep smile and said, "Your Highness, try this first."

  Zhu Houzhao looked at the contents of the bowl suspiciously, and said, "Is this edible?"

Fang Jifan almost rolled his eyes, and said: "Of course it can be eaten. Eighty percent of the people in Ming Dynasty use this to fill their stomachs. Your Highness must be thinking, shouldn't the porridge that the people drink be white and tender? This is just a porridge. His Highness has been in Xishan for a long time. It’s just an illusion. In Xishan, you can see that the people here are suffering, but in Daming, this is already Jiangnan in the Gyeonggi area. The rice here is white, and the porridge is also white. The cake is also somewhat delicious and greasy, but does Your Highness really think that the porridge eaten by the people all over the world is the same as that eaten by people in Xishan? Do you think that the rice eaten by people in the world is the same as that eaten by people in Xishan? "

"Your Highness, do you know why people in Xishan have to be respectful and grateful when they see you and me? This is because, only in Xishan, those ordinary people have white things to eat. And this... The porridge was obtained from a Zhuangzi a few miles away, Your Highness tasted it first, and then you will know the difference between Xishan and them."

  Zhu Houzhao looked down at the porridge again, and couldn't help laughing: "What's the matter, I haven't suffered so much."

He was very angry. He sat down and took the chopsticks directly. The porridge did not have the usual aroma of porridge water. It looked strange, yellowed and yellowed, and there seemed to be a little bit of unremoved grain husk inside. It was very fine, and it did not have the usual big white rice at all. It is full and finely crushed like grains of sand, but in fact, there is really sand in it!

  Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but said: "These people are so lazy, they don't even wash the rice. You see, there is sand on it, so they are not afraid of teething."

  Fang Jifan looked at him, a sneer could not help but appear on his lips!

Although Fang Jifan would pretend to be crazy and foolish in normal times, seeing how Zhu Houzhao didn't eat minced meat, he couldn't help saying with contempt: "Your Highness, they don't wash the rice, it's not because they are lazy, but when they wash the rice, many of them follow the water Wouldn't it be a pity to leave? The sand can be slowly picked out with the tongue, but once the rice is washed with water, half a catty of rice will be gone. What do you think is more important?"

  Zhu Houzhao was silent now, so he lowered his head slowly: "Okay, I will try it."

  Using chopsticks to hold some boiled rice grains into the mouth, there is no trace of taste, and there is no unique sweetness of porridge water at all. Instead, it is more like... old rice with a rotten smell!

  Zhu Houzhao frowned deeply, and subconsciously spit out the porridge in his mouth: "Is this for human food? It's like pig food!"

At this time, Fang Jifan looked at Zhu Houzhao with a smile: "During a long year, with this kind of food, 80% of the people in the world have to rely on this for half a year to satisfy their hunger. His Highness just spit it out like this. If it is placed in ordinary people's homes, Dad Mother already beat His Highness half to death."

   "Now...Your Highness, let's try this potato rice again."

  Zhu Houzhao moved the yellow rice porridge away in disgust, and he swore in his heart that he would never touch such things again in his life.

  He took the chopsticks and wiped them repeatedly on his cuffs, as if he wanted to wipe off all the smell of the yellow rice porridge. Then he lowered his head and took a bite of the potato rice. His eyes suddenly lit up, and he said casually, "It smells so good."

   "Delicious?" Fang Jifan looked at Zhu Houzhao.

  Zhu Houzhao shouted: "It's so delicious! It's sweet and delicious, and it's delicious in the world."

   "Does Your Highness like it?"

"like!"

"louder please!"

   "It smells so good!"

   That's it.

  Fang Jifan smiled and said, "Your Highness, hurry up and eat."

Zhu Houzhao was indeed a little hungry. Hungry, this mashed potatoes... Now eating, I feel that it has a different taste. At least it is much better than that yellow rice porridge. After eating half a catty of mashed potatoes, Zhu Houzhao couldn't help hiccupping: "Good support."

  Fang Jifan felt relieved.

Perhaps in the last life, people have completely bid farewell to hunger. No matter how many advantages potatoes have, it is difficult to replace white rice as a staple food. The essential difference is that in later generations, the current rice is completely at the level of feeding pigs.

  But for ordinary people in this era, all they want is to eat three meals, and potatoes are enough.

What's more, as a foodie of the Han nationality, ah, no, in terms of food, they keep pace with the times and innovate various ways of eating. Fang Jifan believes that once potatoes are popularized, there will be at least 108 ways to eat potatoes in the world. .

  At this time, Zhu Houzhao touched his belly and said, "I'm so full, and now I feel that this taste is still very good."

   As he spoke, he couldn't help but looked at the yellow rice porridge with disgust.

   What I want is this effect! Fang Jifan was in a good mood, and said kindly to Zhu Houzhao, "It's good that Your Highness is full."

  At this moment, the hot and sour potato shreds and potato beef stew were ready, and Yang Rang personally delivered these two dishes as if asking for credit.

Hot and sour potato shreds, the main thing is cornel, with the help of cornel to achieve the effect of pepper; and the most rare and precious is potato stewed beef, because in this era, ordinary cows cannot be easily slaughtered, only old and sick cows It can be slaughtered, so the price of beef is often several times that of other meats, which is very high-grade.

  When Fang Jifan saw these two dishes, tears filled his eyes. The taste of his hometown can finally be eaten today.

   "Bring a bowl of white rice."

   To eat these two dishes, you have to use polished rice. The kind of white rice used for these dishes can achieve the best taste.

  Fang Jifan sat down, looking at the hot rice and delicious dishes, his index finger was already twitching.

  Zhu Houzhao looked at Fang Jifan with a confused face: "..."

  Fang Jifan bowed his head, started to eat, and did not forget to greet Zhu Houzhao: "His Royal Highness, come and have a few bites, it tastes good, it's so delicious."

   "..." Zhu Houzhao rubbed his belly and was speechless for a while.

   "Your Highness doesn't want to eat, so I have to... eat, I'm so hungry, offended, offended."

The smooth hot and sour potato shreds entrance, the little sour and spicy taste stimulates Fang Jifan's taste buds, it is magnificent, my Greater China is rich in products, and the cooking tricks are innovative. I am lucky to be a member of it, even if I am a ghost, I am happy. .

  Zhu Houzhao whistled: "Let's go."

   "Your Highness, walk slowly."

  Zhu Houzhao was not reconciled, walked a few steps, and came back again: "Put the potato sticks well, and I will take them home to eat."

  He said french fries.

  Fang Jifan did not forget to say: "His Royal Highness, you must remember that it must be cold when you take it home, and it must be deep-fried again to be delicious and fragrant."

Yang Rang and others hurriedly took the lotus leaves, wrapped a large portion of French fries, rolled them up and tied them to death, Zhu Houzhao carried them, and glanced at the hot and sour potato shreds and roast beef with potatoes on the table unwillingly, but was very unhappy. Confidently hiccupped again, this time, he really left.

Zhang Xin was embarrassed to eat with Fang Jifan at the table. He was ashamed of himself. After all, he was in the field all year round, and his body smelled of earth. It can be seen that Fang Jifan ate happily, and His Royal Highness was full after eating mashed potatoes. The taste and texture were better than ordinary people. Fortunately, a lot of yellow rice porridge was served, and in his heart...a big stone fell, and finally...the effort was not in vain.

  He couldn't help but think in his heart, what is the yield per mu of densely planted potatoes?

  (end of this chapter)