Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

The kitchen is always the most lively place in a house. The servants here are all dusty, busy, and covered in grease preparing the master's three meals a day.

When outsiders mention a house, they only know the bright living room and the flowery courtyard. Few people will remember these people who are busy in the fireworks. Even they themselves are trapped in the firewood on the stove and rarely take a step forward. The kitchen is a small space.

Therefore, when they first saw a beautiful woman in white pushing the door open, everyone was stunned, thinking that they had seen a fairy descending from the earth.

They had never seen such a fairy-like figure in their lives. Those who watched the fire suddenly forgot to add more firewood, those who cut vegetables almost cut their fingers, and those who shook the spoon caused the vegetables to burn in the pot.

The new Jiangdong cook has never read any books, but now he clearly understands for the first time what it means to be radiant.

Beauty is like a pearl, like the sun and the moon, and even this dark kitchen becomes bright and lovely with her arrival.

The first person to react was Ke Zhai chef Zhao Qiaozui. He had seen Jiang Fuyuan on the day he entered the house and recognized her appearance, but this was the first time he had received her beauty attack at such a close distance.

"Madam." Zhao Qiaozui saluted quickly.

When the others heard this call, they suddenly understood and hurriedly followed suit and saluted and said hello.

Jiang Fuyuan said warmly: "No need to be polite."

Zhao Qiaozui respectfully lowered his hands and stood half a meter away from her. He was afraid that the smell of cooking fumes would contaminate the immortal master's house. He asked with some panic: "Why did Madam come to the kitchen? It's better to leave quickly, here. The oil stain is heavy, don’t stain the hem of Madam’s skirt.”

Jiang Fuyuan: "I'm here to cook a dish for General Zhong."

Zhong Lianfeng has been eating at Ke's house these days. Uncle Zhao also asked the kitchen owner to take note of General Zhong's taste. As the chef, Zhao Qiaozui already has a deep understanding of the relationship between General Zhong and his wife. Eighty-nine guesses.

When Jiang Fuyuan said this, Zhao Qiaozui understood clearly. He used to work as a cook in a big house. Things like the wife washing the master's hands and making soup often happened in the back house. Most of them were fights for favor among the female family members or Show your virtuousness.

He marveled at how majestic and heroic General Zhong was, so that his wife, who was relegated to an immortal, was willing to cook for him.

As the leader of Ke Zhai's kitchen, Zhao Qiaozui nodded sensibly and said: "The young one will give the kitchen to Madam."

"Wait a minute." Jiang Fuyuan added, "I may need some help."

She is still very self-aware, she can't cook.

Zhao Qiaozui thought that his wife was a noble woman and rarely cooked. It was understandable that she was not familiar with cooking. She must want to cook a table of delicious food for General Zhong, but she had no knowledge of her own cooking skills. confidence.

So he comforted him and said, "It doesn't matter. As long as the food is cooked by Madam herself, General Zhong will definitely appreciate it."

Jiang Fuyuan shook his head: "I won't do it."

Zhao Qiao was stunned and asked cautiously: "How many times has Madam... entered the kitchen before?"

Jiang Fuyuan said frankly: "Once."

She still steamed egg custard for the Zaizai, but in the end Xiaopang was kicked out of the kitchen and she was never allowed to touch the ingredients again.

Zhao Qiaozui: "...then do you have any plans for what you want to do today?"

Jiang Fuyuan said seriously: "Braised carp."

Zhao Qiaozui's eyes darkened: "Then do you know the first step in braised carp?"

Jiang Fuyuan thought for a while and replied firmly: "Put the fish into the pot."

Zhao Qiaozui:...

Got it, his wife is a kitchen killer.

He had a forced smile on his face and wiped away the cold sweat: "It's okay, the young one can teach Madam."

Zhao Qiaozui asked everyone else in the kitchen to go out, and he taught Jiang Fuyuan every afternoon.

Originally, he wanted to save some face for his wife, but he didn't expect that Jiang Fuyuan's operation made his heart beat abnormally one after another, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

If he had known earlier, he should have left this fatal task to the new cook Jiangdong, and let him share his wife's cooking talent from entry to burial.How could someone try to put a yellow talisman on a carp, order it to kill itself, and then jump into the oil pan on its own? !
Is it difficult to distinguish between oil, salt, sauce and vinegar?How could someone say "add salt" and then sprinkle a handful of sugar in? ? ?
What's going on with this lethal amount of firewood... The fire in the stove is about to become Taishang Laojun's real fire... The bottom of the pot will be burned through...

Zhao Qiaozui looked at the dark plate of unknown objects in front of him, his lips trembled, and his eyes were straight. He suggested in horror: "Madam...otherwise, let me make another dish, and you can give it to General Zhong." Send it over and say you made it yourself..."

They had already killed six carps in one afternoon, and the stocks in the fish tank in the kitchen were all wiped out by Jiang Fuyuan. Zhao Qiaozui was heartbroken. These were the freshest carps that he went to the dock to buy from the fishermen before dawn. Big carp...

"No, I already said I would make braised carp. I can't break my promise." Jiang Fuyuan rejected Zhao Qiaozui's proposal.

Zhao Qiao was about to cry but had no tears, but if General Zhong really wanted to eat this plate of food, he was afraid that General Zhong would die with his eyes open.

What you lost was your credibility, but what he lost was his life!

Jiang Fuyuan didn't notice Zhao Qiaozui's despair, picked up the plate and headed to the dining room.

Zhao Qiaozui looked at her retreating back and murmured to himself: "Is it too late for me to ask Uncle Zhao to call a doctor? I won't be considered an accomplice for eating dead people..."

In the dining room.

Zhong Lianfeng stared silently at a black, shapeless object on a white porcelain plate. After a while, he asked, "What... is this?"

He didn't understand why such a terrifying thing would appear on the Ke family's dinner table.

Jiang Fuyuan answered confidently: "Braised carp."

Zhong Lianfeng:?

It took him a long time before he squeezed out a suggestion from between his teeth: "I think the name Black Roasted Carp is more suitable."

In fact, it would be better to call it charcoal roasting, but he reluctantly left some thin noodles for Little Phoenix.

Jiang Fuyuan chuckled: "The color isn't very pretty... but the taste should be okay. Why don't you try it?"

Her moist eyes were full of hope: "I've been working on it all afternoon."

Zhong Lianfeng took a deep breath: "Little Phoenix, I haven't done anything outrageous, right?"

Jiang Fuyuan blinked innocently: "No, you are fine."

Zhong Lianfeng asked about soul torture: "Then why do you want to poison me?"

Jiang Fuyuan:......

Zhong Lianfeng pointed to the only white spot in the black: "You must have poisoned this fish to death, right? Look, it doesn't even close its eyes until it dies."

He immediately waved to Uncle Zhao, who had been twitching in the corner of his eye, and said: "Remove the dishes from the table and serve Madam a bowl of red date and lotus seed soup to replenish her energy and blood. She must be tired after working all afternoon."

Uncle Zhao couldn't wait to go to the front to take away the vicious black-roasted carp, and then turned to the kitchen to prepare the red date and lotus seed soup.

He had wanted to do this for a long time. He had been frightened from the moment Jiang Fuyuan brought this plate of food. He was afraid that Zhong Lianfeng would lose his mind by doting on Jiang Fuyuan and really eat this plate of poison. What would he do if he died from it? Return to His Majesty Prince Duan!

Fortunately, fortunately, General Zhong's life was saved.

Jiang Fuyuan sat where she was and murmured: "...It shouldn't be like this."

Zhong Lianfeng:?

"This is different from what is written in the storybook." Jiang Fuyuan said righteously, "It shouldn't be that even if my cooking is not delicious, you should just brush it off without changing your expression, and then praise me for my job well done. ?”

"This is how you can show your feelings for me!"

Zhong Lianfeng: "...the people in the story book only take up the word "wei" in "sex, fragrance, fragrance", but you don't take up all three, how can you ask me to sweep it all away without changing my expression?"

He seriously made the most sincere suggestion: "Little Phoenix, read less of the romance novels." (End of Chapter)