"Besides, you don't know how to cook? If I don't cook, will we all be hungry tonight?" Han Du spread his hands.
Han Jingyun's stomach responded in time, which made her embarrassed. At the same time, she let go of Han Du's hand and no longer persisted.
But Han Jingyun was still confused. Her former eldest brother had always been a person who only read books about sages. He had never been in the kitchen. Could he cook?
"Brother, can you cook?" Han Jingyun said hesitantly.
When Han Du heard that there was something in Han Jingyun's words, his heart suddenly pounded. If it was the previous Han Du, then of course he wouldn't.
When things came to a close, Han Du had an idea and said with a smile: "There is a golden house in the book. Although I have never done it before, brother, I have read miscellaneous books on cooking. Don't worry."
"Is there anything about cooking in the book?" Han Jingyun muttered after hearing Han Du's explanation, but she didn't think too deeply about it.
Han Du was greatly relieved when he saw that the girl no longer delved into this issue.
Han Du walked to the stove and sat down. Seeing that it was filled with wood, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "It's damn good that this can raise the fire."
He stretched out his hand to take out the wood, but unexpectedly it felt moist to the touch. After a closer look, he said, "Well, no wonder there is such heavy smoke. This wood is not made of wood at all."
These timbers were probably prepared by the Han family at home before they were sent to prison. The mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River were humid, and after such a long time, they had already become damp.
But it doesn’t matter, damp wood can also be used for burning, but you can’t add it all in like the girl.
Han Du picked out some small and relatively dry dead branches, lit the fire first, and then slowly added large roots of wood, and soon the fire started smoothly.
Cook the uncooked rice into cooked rice first, and then make the dishes.
The dishes prepared by Han Jingyun are good and rich, including radishes, leeks and tofu. Compared with modern chicken, duck and fish, it is naturally simple, but this is the dish of middle-class families in the Ming Dynasty.
As for eating meat, what kind of meat should you eat if you are not abstinent from time to time? If you are not an official, what kind of meat should you eat?
The Han family used to be a family of officials, but Han De couldn't stand being withdrawn and didn't make much money, so the life of the Han family was similar to that of a middle-class family. At most, there are more servants, but this is the dignity of an official and must not be lacking.
Isn't there a joke that says this? A certain person invited a friend to dinner, but when the friend sat down at the table, he wouldn't eat any other food, and just slapped the tofu on him and started yelling at him. The host asked him, "Why do you only eat tofu?" The guest replied, "Tofu is my life."
Tofu is my life!
Look, is this similar to when you go to a banquet and eat the dishes on the table?
Tofu was a staple food in ancient times.
Han Du washed, peeled and cut the radish into slices in one go. Each slice is evenly thick and neatly arranged on the cutting board, which is pleasing to the eye.
Han Jingyun saw Han Du operating so quickly, his eyes widened as if he had seen something incredible. She was embarrassed but wanted to help Han Du, so she reached out and poured the oil into the pot.
"What are you doing?" Han Du looked at the oil in the pot and asked in surprise.
"Help me pour some oil for you to fry the radishes..." The girl blinked her eyes.
Han Du was speechless, "Who said I was going to be fired?"
"But aren't radishes fried and eaten?" The older girl said cutely.
Stir-fried radish? Forget about the smell.
Looking at the oil that was starting to smoke in the pot, Han Du had no time to explain to his sister, "Quick, do you have any eggs at home? Get me some."
"Yes, brother, how much do you want?"
"Four."
Han Du quickly put the radish on the plate, cleaned the leeks, and cut them into sections with a few knives. Crack the eggs into a bowl, add a little salt, and stir quickly to combine.
Han Jingyun saw Han Du cutting the leeks into sections and asked in surprise, "Brother, aren't leeks meant for cooking? Are you..."
"Boiled leeks? What kind of dark cuisine is this? Only a lunatic cooks leeks." Han Du couldn't help complaining in his heart.
He simply ignored the older girl's words and poured the prepared eggs into the pot.
Bliss!
Han Du flipped the spatula up and down in his hand. When the heat was up, he poured the leeks in and continued to stir-fry.
Han Jingyun stood aside, smelling the alluring aroma of leeks mixed with eggs, and closed his mouth knowingly.
Suck! Han Jingyun swallowed secretly, his face blushing.
Scrambled eggs with leeks, radish, and braised tofu with green onions!
The dishes are simple to a few o'clock, and they are all ordinary home-cooked dishes, but the alluring aroma of scrambled eggs with leeks, the pleasing to the eye of roasted tofu with green onions, and the crystal clear water of radish, each one has a unique temptation that makes people appetizing. Wide open.
When my mother saw it, she couldn't help but smile and praised Han Jingyun, "I didn't expect that my woman is so talented in cooking. She cooked so well for the first time. Mother thought you would burn a pile of black charcoal. What is this? Leeks and eggs, can you cook it like this? How did you come up with it? Let me taste it first..."
I couldn't help but move my index finger, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of leek and put it in my mouth.
"Hmm... It smells so good, so delicious..."
The more his mother praised him, the more embarrassed Han Jingyun became.
Although the soot on her face was washed away, she still couldn't raise her head. She whispered sheepishly: "Mom, I didn't do these, my eldest brother did them."
"Did your eldest brother do this?" Mother asked in surprise, and then asked Han Du, "Did you do all this?"
Han Du nodded, "Mom, Jingyun, let's all eat. When there is time, let Jingyun go buy some meat and come back, and I will make some really delicious dishes for my mother to try."
My mother originally wanted to ask Han Du how he knew how to cook. But when she saw that Han Jingyun had already picked up his rice bowl and put his chopsticks into the plate of scrambled eggs with leeks, she immediately raised her eyebrows and silently joined the crowd of people grabbing food.
Fragrant, so fragrant!
Delicious, really delicious.
Eating is the most important thing. As for whether the meal is cooked by her daughter or her son, it is the same in her opinion. Anyway, both of them are her children, well, biological ones.
While tasting the delicious food, Han Du's mother couldn't help but start to imagine that such a delicious meal seemed ordinary when spoken of by her son. So what would the truly delicious meal he said look like? Suddenly there was some small expectation in my heart.
While Han Du's family was having dinner together, the East Palace was still brightly lit.
Zhu Biao was sitting behind the imperial case, still handling government affairs.
Seeing that the memorials piled on the imperial desk were reduced, only a few were left.
Zhu Biao buried his head and asked: "Is there any memorial today?"
An official next to him squeezed the memorial in his hand a few times, lowered his head and respectfully raised the memorial to Zhu Biao with both hands.
"When I return to His Majesty the Crown Prince, there is also a memorial from the Treasure Note Promotion Division. The newly appointed Mr. Han asked the court to transfer six officials from the department, including the former promotion officer Li Pu. This is inconsistent with the rules of the imperial court. Your Highness please reject and reprimand..."
The official's hand suddenly became empty. When he raised his head to look again, the memorial was back in his hand again.
There was a bright red and eye-catching big word "quasi" on it, which forced the official to hold back the unfinished words.
"Is there anything else?" Zhu Biao asked casually, looking at the officials.
"Huh?" The official noticed that he was distracted and quickly lowered his head and replied: "No, I will resign now."
After saying that, he took the memorial that had been approved by Zhu Biao and Zhu Zhu and left.
Zhu Biao watched the officials leave without saying anything. He lowered his head again, focused his attention on the memorial in his hand, and continued to deal with government affairs.
The official left with a normal expression. When he came outside the palace, he was blown by the night wind. This time he was surprised to find that the sweat on his back had soaked his clothes. Sighing in his heart, he sent the memorial to the Ministry of Officials.
After sending the memorial to the officials, he left the imperial city, got on a sedan and quietly arrived at the Qinhuai River, stopping in front of a restaurant.
The officials got off the sedan, walked up to the third floor of the restaurant, came to a secluded place, opened the door curtain and walked in.
An official was waiting in the room. His official uniform was the same as Han Du's, and he was also of the eighth grade.
When the official saw the visitor coming in, he quickly stood up and greeted, "I've seen your Excellency, Your Excellency, please take a seat."
The official nodded in response and then sat down as instructed.
At this time, the official asked eagerly: "Sir, I don't know whether the matter of being a subordinate has been settled?"
The official glanced at him, sighed slightly, and without saying anything else, he took out a pile of treasure notes from his arms, pressed them on the table, and pushed them in front of the official.
The official was immediately startled and asked stammeringly: "Sir, what... does this mean?"
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has approved Han Du's memorandum. I have not completed my affairs, so naturally I cannot accept your things." The official picked up the tea and took a sip.
"My lord has misunderstood, I have misunderstood. I sincerely admire you, and I have given you these things for no other purpose at all... Please accept them."
Can officials return things that have been given away? If you really do this, it is simply a slap in the face of others. How can you do such an offending thing?
The official pretended to refuse to him again and again, and finally he accepted the treasure without any haste and put it back into his arms.
The official's affairs were not completed and he had to give away a large sum of money. His heart was bleeding and he even drank tea in a depressed and careless manner.
Seeing this, the official took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "Actually, it may not be a bad thing that you are being transferred now."
"What do you say, sir?" The official didn't understand what he meant. He was squeezed out of the fat position and now he doesn't know where he will be transferred. If you go to Qingshui Yamen, even if you are promoted to half a level or one level, you will lose blood. I really can't see how this could be a good thing.
Seeing that he didn't know what he was talking about, the official put the teacup in his hand on the table and prepared to talk to him carefully.
