urge Zhao to marry

Chapter 232
Cooking is the most skillful profession.

A low-level cook cooks dishes, which can be eaten but have no intention of letting people eat them again.

The second-rate chef cooks with taste, and the delicious food makes people want to eat it again.

A good cook cooks with heart, using the three delicacies and five flavors of the food itself, coupled with just the right heat and seasoning, in order to have a complete color, fragrance and taste.

Coupled with the exquisite presentation, it is pleasing to the eye, and I am thinking about the next meal after eating this meal.

Cook Quan is the cook of the red case. He thinks that his cooking skills are not bad, so he should be regarded as a second-rate cook.

He is good at using chicken, duck and fish to braise, fry, braise, fry, simmer, braise, cook, fry, boil, and stew.

But Lord Hou didn't have much time to eat in the mansion, and the old lady and ladies seldom wanted to eat meat dishes for the sake of looking good.

On the other hand, the dim sum made by another chef who is good at cooking fish and shrimp, and Bai An is more popular with the masters.

So his monthly silver also dropped from the original eight taels, and now it is only four taels of silver every month.

Not to mention the aggrievedness in this, but he still can't say quit.

Now he spends most of his time with a few apprentices, preparing the big pot meals for the guards in the house and the maids and wives.

It's not his turn to do better ingredients.

His ancestor was bestowed by the earliest founding sage to the first Xuanping Hou. I heard that the Hou Ye at that time liked the craftsmanship of his Taizu the most, especially the skills of killing pigs and roasting whole sheep. Not only is there ten taels of silver, Master Hou eats well, but also rewards from time to time.

It's a pity that after Hou's mansion has a mistress, his great ancestor doesn't have to work every day.

When it came to his grandfather and his father, they were even more neglected.

Up to now, he is only busy for a few days during the New Year holidays and banquets.

However, the deeds of selling themselves like them are all in the hands of the masters, there is really no other way to go.

As for his current family, his father passed away early, and his mother hurt her body when she gave birth to his younger brother, and even his younger brother was ill. After asking a doctor for medicine, he managed to live until he was seven or eight years old, and he and his father were still on the same foot. Gone.

His daughter-in-law was originally a maid bought by the family, and she also gave birth to two sons, and now she has another one in her belly, and she is still doing cleaning work.

But now his mother needs about one tael of money for medicine every month, and his kid accidentally caught a cold a few days ago. The house was cleaned up.

Therefore, Chef Quan was really in a hurry, and finally waited until today, when the maid in the concubine's yard asked them to prepare a pig-killing feast.

The other chefs didn't dare to say anything, so it was he who responded and took his eight-year-old eldest son to start slaughtering pigs, only then did other chefs and apprentices come forward to help.

Although his father passed away early, his father said when he was alive that he was like Taizu, who was more talented and skilled in big dishes such as barbecue stew.

It's just that he didn't have a chance in these years, and now he doesn't know if he gave birth by hand, and he doesn't know if Shi Zifei will be satisfied.

Chef Quan was so anxious that he didn't even have the appetite to eat the remaining butchered dishes.

Old Chef Liu was there with the pig's ears, the pig's intestines sipped the wine, and sighed happily: "I didn't realize that Xiaoquan still has this skill? The taste of these pigs is not bad, it just needs to be trimmed." It's too much trouble."

In addition, Chef Wu, who was doing the white case, liked to talk about Dashan after drinking a little more wine: "Did you see it? Today is the fight between the crown prince and Mrs. Hou, tsk tsk tsk, I don't know who will win and who will lose?"

"Hey, I don't know if Madam will settle accounts after the fall?"

Old Chef Liu was also worried when he heard the words: "Isn't it? According to Shi Zifei's temperament, Gai Minger doesn't know what the manager of the purchase will buy for us."

Looking at the chef again, he gloated and said: "You are careless this time, we don't know if the imperial concubine will be satisfied, but the madam is definitely not satisfied."

Chef Wu also sighed: "Hey, I don't know what to see in the coming year?"

"Brother Wu, have you heard about it?" Chef Liu was also worried: "We haven't issued monthly silver for two months, and now Manager Zhu is getting stricter and stricter. I heard that the warehouse is going to bottom out." .”

"Isn't it? This Xuanping Hou Mansion used to be so beautiful, who would have expected it to fall to this point?"

Manager Zhu Er walked over, patted Cook Quan on the shoulder, and then walked up to Cook Wu and the others and reminded them in a low voice: "Don't be blind when you drink too much, be careful not to speak out."

Chef Wu was taken aback. After looking around nervously, he didn't find the big manager there, so he breathed a sigh of relief, wiped his face and said, "I can't drink it anymore. If he hears it, then we will be miserable."

At this time, several women from the big house came over carrying the cold food.

Chef Quan's heart was beating wildly, and he looked over nervously, and found that the dishes seemed to have never been touched with chopsticks.

And after the meat dish got cold, there was a layer of white lard on it, making it even less appetizing.

Now Chef Quan was disheartened and sat down on the stool without speaking.

Steward Zhu, who was in charge of the kitchen, came over to take a look, and also sighed: "Come on, put them all in the cupboard, and when you're making dinner, heat them as much as they should, and mix all the meat into the cauldron."

On the contrary, the women smiled and said: "It's good for us to eat the lunch. If you don't care about anything, let us take some, so that the boys at home can satisfy their hunger?"

Manager Zhu Er was thin, with regular facial features, and looked a little serious. He was originally the chief steward of the Hou's mansion, and was once the confidant of the old Hou.

But after the old Lord Hou passed away, he was framed, and in the end, Lord Hou gave him face and transferred him to the kitchen as the second steward.

Without him, Lord Hou has someone he needs to use now, and the wife is not satisfied with the housekeeper left by Lord Hou, and wants to replace it with her own.

The Chengda steward on top of Zhu Er's steward is Mrs. Naixiong. He sees many things in his eyes and treats himself as dumb and blind.

He smiled: "That's not okay, let's talk about it if there are more tonight."

This is just perfunctory words, now that even the stewards of Chengda are not willing to stay in the kitchen without oil and water, so they know how hard life is in the mansion.

In the evening, those nurses and servants will not dislike these greasy meals, how can there be more?
The mother-in-law was rejected, her face turned cold, and she muttered angrily: "It's really getting more and more stingy..."

Two maidservants in rose-red bijia came in from outside, saw that the dishes had not been touched, handed Chef Quan a silver tael, and said with a smile: "Chef Quan, this is a reward from the Imperial Concubine. Your dishes are well prepared, and it just so happens that the crown prince is back, and the crown prince wants the crown prince to taste it, so we will order all of these dishes."

Pointing to Chef Quan again: "Please come with us and heat up these dishes."

"Yes, yes, yes! I'll go right here, little one." The chef didn't know how many years he hadn't received a tip, and what was even more exciting was that the imperial concubine liked her craft.

For him, it was really another village.

As for whether he would offend the chief steward, he didn't mind.

Anyway, it's my turn to burn the big pot dishes of more than a hundred people in the house, no matter how bad it is, how can it be bad?
...

After Mu Zhaozhao came back, he hurriedly asked Nanny Wen to sit and eat with the maids around him: "Don't talk about the rules today, this pig-killing dish tastes better if there are more people eating it."

They put a little thought into it, put all the sauerkraut in the big pot, and it was still bubbling?

In addition, the room is warm, and the other dishes are still warm, which is just right for eating.

Mu Zhaozhao called out to Nanny Wen who didn't seem to know how to use chopsticks: "Mommy, this stewed pork vermicelli is delicious. The fat and thin pork belly is paired with soft and tender vermicelli. The soup has been fully absorbed into the vermicelli. Take a bite." will love it."

Hong Xiu finished half a bowl of vermicelli with a few mouthfuls, and tried the fried pork belly again, and his eyes lit up: "This is better than the ones I have eaten before. It is chewy and very fragrant."

Anyway, at the end of the meal, everyone was full.

Even Nanny Wen, who was reserved at the beginning, ended up eating the pork belly in stewed blood tofu with sauerkraut, which was not greasy at all.

The bowls and chopsticks were removed here, so Mu Zhaozhao could only walk around the house to digest.

And at this moment, Qin Mu strode in with Fengshuang, looking at her with unconcealed joy: "Zhao Zhao, I'm back."

"Ah? Cousin Shizi?" Mu Zhaozhao saw that he seemed to have lost a lot of weight, so that his facial features became more and more sharp: "You are finally back, why have you lost so much weight? Have you eaten yet?"

Qin Mu's smile became brighter when he heard her concern: "I'm fine, and you've lost a lot of weight."

But the last few words are not so sure.

He wasn't blind either, even against his own conscience, he couldn't say that his cousin had lost a lot of weight.

Not only is it not thin, but it seems to be a little plump.

Anyway, when Mu Zhaozhao heard what he said, he couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Husband, you really know how to joke. Although I eat alone and two people make up for me now, the nanny still thinks that I eat too much and is worried about me. If you are too fat, will you suffer for having a child?"

However, she still likes that Qin Mu can tell nonsense to her with her eyes open.

After all, she is a layman, so she likes to hear good things.

Qin Mu didn't realize it all at once, and finally used his eyes to get rid of the eye-catching maids, and then couldn't wait to come forward and hug her tightly: "My cousin is not fat at all, she is a child-bearing woman. Don't worry, are we still young?"

Being held in his arms, Mu Zhaozhao suddenly felt a little satisfied in his heart, even though he was not around, he lived very comfortably.

But there is always something missing.

Now being held in his arms, I realized that it turned out that I was missing his warm embrace.

Only when I was in his arms did I realize that it turned out that his arms made me feel very at ease.

As soon as she heard what he said, she really wanted to call him an idiot. She had already said that now she was living alone, but he still said that it was not urgent to have children?
Where is he thinking?
Is the live version of Chicken Talking to Duck?
(End of this chapter)