The Prodigal Son of Zhenguan

Li Fu himself didn't want to do it either. The key point was that the diet was too monotonous. What could he do?

He had tried very hard to enrich the dishes on the table with the existing seasonings and ingredients.

Several people in the kitchen were busy. Tonight's New Year's Eve dinner was the highlight of the house and a big job.

Seeing their husband coming in, everyone stopped their work and greeted Li Fu.

"My husband."

Li Fu waved his hand.

"You guys are busy with yours. I'll come and see where the beef sent by Duke Lu yesterday is?" Li Fu asked.

"It's on the stove, still stewing. It's cut into large pieces. I'll stew another pot today." The cook said, "The braised ones have been put outside to dry."

Two servings of beef were made, one was braised, sliced ​​and eaten with garlic, and the other was a hot dish, stewed on the stove.

"When the people from Duke Lu's family came to deliver the beef, did they say where the beef came from?" Li Fu asked.

"I said that a bull fell to death on the farm last year, and this year the bull's brother couldn't bear it, so he wanted to accompany his dead brother. The friendship between brothers is really touching." The cook said, "If the government asks about it, this is the explanation."

Okay, okay, this excuse is extremely perfunctory.

He didn't even think about the reason.

The cook's tone was also emotionless.

Obviously, he didn't believe it either.

What a lousy excuse.

He also committed suicide for love. The bull's brother is really upset. After a year, it's the New Year, and he can't bear it at the right time...

The dead ones are all bulls. How can the cow bear to be upset? She has to coax her well so that she can give birth seriously next year.

"Where are the offal?" Li Fu asked, "Old Zhao said you cleaned them all up."

"Yes, it took a long time to clean them up yesterday, especially the cow stomach, which was so difficult. I kept guarding the well, boiled several pots of water, mixed it with warm water, and scrubbed it with a brush until dark before I could finally clean it out." The cook said, "Sir, can that stuff really be eaten?"

"And the duck intestines I got this year..."

Some messy things that look like they should be thrown into the swill bucket.

Oh my God........

"Why can't we eat it?" Li Fu said, "If we clean it up, won't there be any strange smell? As for the cow stomach, you can eat it in hot pot or stir-fry. As for the duck intestines, you will know after you try them. You cleaned everything yourself, so you can eat it with confidence."

The cook looked embarrassed.

It was because I cleaned it myself that I couldn't eat it...

But some things, seeing that my husband ate them so deliciously, should there be nothing wrong with it?

After all, my husband is very particular about food.

Many of the things they think are delicious, my husband thinks are very ordinary.

After tasting the dishes taught by my husband, I found that, well, what I ate before was indeed quite ordinary.

Li Fu mainly improved the cooking methods in the kitchen, especially the large iron pot specially made by the blacksmith, which is a great improvement in the kitchen's productivity and quality.

"Find me an apron." Li Fu said, "These things still have to be done by me."

"These dirty things, my husband, you can talk about it, we can do it." The cook hurriedly said: "Those things... although they are cleaned up, but..."

The cook couldn't say anything more, he didn't know how to describe the ingredients that his husband liked.

"It's okay, go find it. You guys are busy with your own things, don't worry about me, leave someone to help me, and when I need to find something, ask him to help." Li Fu said.

In terms of food, when Li Fu is free, he still likes to go to the kitchen to cook a few dishes, especially in the Tang Dynasty! When there are not many kinds of food to eat, he is more keen to do it himself.

Otherwise, once he tells the chef, although the chef also does it according to his instructions, it will always fail the first time.

It's better to do it yourself.

After the chef learns it, it will be included in the kitchen menu. When you want to eat it on weekdays, let the kitchen prepare the ingredients and you can make it at any time.

What stir-fried duck intestines, braised duck intestines, and duck intestines with sauce.

Try them all.

Just one duck intestine can pick up three flavors.

The menu of Jingyang Wangzhai needs to be enriched.

Especially the chef, there is still a need for improvement, and there is still a lot of room for improvement.

"Learn a little." Li Fu said to the people around him.

He began to cook these offal and stir-fried dishes, which were naturally eaten at noon, and at night they had to be cooked and hot.

Now the main thing was to teach the cook how to cook.

After Li Fu had been busy for a while, let the assistants carry the dishes and let everyone in the kitchen taste them.

"How is it? Did I lie to you?" Li Fu took chopsticks in his hand and took two bites. The taste was almost the same.

It was not easy to replicate this taste at the moment.

The cook's eyes lit up.

"My dear, it's true! It's delicious!"

"Isn't that nonsense? If it's not delicious, would I let you spend so much effort to clean it? These are all good things, so don't disbelieve what I say. In other aspects, I may not be as good as you. In terms of eating, just believe me, I can't be wrong."

After Li Fu said this, the cook felt a little embarrassed.

What other aspects? His duty is to be a cook. Even in this aspect, he was defeated by his husband in seconds. What other strengths does he have...

A little autistic.

Li Fu patted the cook's shoulder.

"Actually, cooking is pretty much the same. Try more on weekdays. If you don't do well... just eat it yourself and don't serve it to the table. When you think it's good, serve it to me for a taste." Li Fu said, "Don't learn from Liu Niang."

Liu Niang, who was frying food in another room, felt an itch in her nose.

She turned around quickly and sneezed at the empty space.

"It's the New Year's Day, I can't catch a cold again, right? I can't? I don't feel anything."

Liu Niang muttered to herself.

There are so many people at the New Year's Eve dinner, so we won't have a hot pot. It's more economical to have a big pot of food, and it also saves the chef's effort.

Just cook it according to the big pot meal.

The dishes are served one pot at a time, otherwise there will not be enough for the people in the house.

Throughout the year, the people who work in the house also have a good meal, and the standard is the same as that of Li Fu, the master.

The chef responded repeatedly.

Li Fu demonstrated all the cooking steps to the cook and asked the cook to take notes carefully. He didn't care about the rest.

After he was taught, he didn't have to worry about it anymore.

The cook took a small notebook and wrote down everything carefully, and then carefully cooked according to what he had written down.

After doing it once, he was familiar with it.