Han Du knelt down, touched his son's tender face and said with a smile: "If you want to eat, just say it. At such a young age, you obviously want to eat, but you deny it and say you don't want to. Is it true?"
"Let me ask you again, do you want to eat?" Han Du stood up and asked.
"I want to eat." This time Han Kezhong didn't hide it at all, but after the words came out, he asked with some uncertainty: "Dad, but this is growing grain, isn't it inedible?"
Han Du smiled but did not speak yet.
Mrs. Liu on the side suddenly glared at Han Du fiercely, interrupted Han Du and his son, and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? If you say you will starve to death, you won't eat the grain. If you say you can't eat it, you can't eat it."
Mrs. Liu even gave her grandson a warning look, and his grandson suddenly turned to look at Han Du with tears in his eyes.
One hand pulled Han Du's robe and shook it. He looked at his father aggrievedly and said nothing.
Han Du smiled and touched his son's head, comforted him, raised his head and said to his mother: "Mom, potatoes...that is, red taro, don't have to be buried in the soil when planting."
Picking up a potato, pointing to the fresh sprouts on it, he explained to my mother: "When planting, just peel it off and plant it in the ground. What's left in the middle can be eaten." "
Mrs. Liu looked at it for a few times, a little doubtful, and asked: "Are you telling the truth? Is this really possible? Isn't it going to kill this thing?"
Han Du smiled and said: "Of course not, that's how I planted it on the ship. If it weren't for the fact that I could plant it this way, I wouldn't have dared to plant all the ships with these things. I wouldn't even have any extra food. Bring it. If the middle part is not edible, what will I eat on the boat?"
"Then..." Ms. Liu turned around and glanced at Han De suspiciously. Seeing that he remained silent, she had no choice but to say, "Then, just plant according to your method."
Whether it was Liu or Han De, they all believed that Han Du would not lie to them about this matter.
Moreover, there was no need for Han Du to lie to them, what he said was the truth. Potatoes just need to be peeled and planted. Of course, if someone cuts them into pieces and plants them, that's no problem.
It's just a little wasted.
"Oh~ you can eat it..." The happiest person in the family was Little Pang Dun, who clapped his hands happily.
Since Han Du said so, Liu couldn't keep objecting, so she let Han Du make arrangements.
Han Du cut off the sprouted part with his own hands and asked people to take it and plant it in the ground. Make and eat the remaining potato hearts.
It was only ten pounds of potatoes, and Han Du peeled them all in just one meal. In order to ensure the survival rate, Handu peels the potatoes very thickly.
After peeling these potatoes, they only weigh about five pounds.
Five kilograms is barely enough for a family to have a taste.
But just this little bit in the basin is enough to attract the attention of the whole family.
Mrs. Liu no longer said anything about "starving to death and refusing to eat the seed grains." Since this thing can grow by relying only on its skin, its heart is meant to be eaten.
This is a matter of course.
"Du'er, how do you eat this?"
Han Du poured a ladle of water into it, washed it briefly, and fished out the potato hearts. Bian said: "There are many ways to eat it. You can bake it, boil it, cut it into shreds and stir-fry it like stir-fry, or fry it. The key is, how do you want to eat it?"
"Which way to eat it is delicious?" Han Kezhong asked in a childish voice.
"Of course it's stir-fried or deep-fried. Boiled has no taste, it's just filling." Han Du looked at his son with a smile.
"Then stir-fry some and deep-fry some more." Mr. Liu made the first decision.
Han Du nodded and started to prepare some other ingredients. Children like to eat French fries the most, so Han Du was going to fry some French fries for his son.
Beat some eggs and coat the fries. First fry them at a low temperature, take them out and let them cool, then heat the oil to the highest temperature and fry them over high heat so that the French fries are crispy on the outside and waxy on the inside.
"The French fries are here. The freshly made ones are crispy and fragrant. Let's try some." Han Du came to the inner hall with a large plate full of French fries, put it on the table, and stretched out his hand to signal everyone to eat quickly.
Dad took a chopstick first and took a bite.
Both Liu and Anqing were staring at Han De.
Hande took a bite of it and felt a strong aroma. After chewing twice, his mouth was filled with crispy and soft texture. He couldn't help but nodded and said with praise: "It's delicious, it tastes really good. Come on, you all come and try it."
After hearing this, Mrs. Liu burst out laughing. She picked up three of them with her chopsticks and put them into her grandson's bowl. She said, "You little greedy cat, eat quickly."
"Brother eats it, and I eat it too..." When the little girl saw her grandma giving it to her brother, she immediately stopped doing it.
"Okay, okay, you eat too." Mrs. Liu gave the little girl another chopstick, no more, no less, exactly three yuan.
"Everyone eats it. There is a little less this year. After the autumn harvest, we will have as much as we want. Then we will eat enough." Han Du said, sitting down and picking up his chopsticks to get started.
"What can you eat enough for?" A vigorous and deep voice came from outside. Han Du stood up again in surprise and looked towards the door with a look of disbelief on his face.
I was confused and confused, "Why is Lao Zhu here?"
Sure enough, the next moment Lao Zhu, dressed in a dragon robe, appeared majestically at the door and walked in.
"I'm paying homage to the Emperor. I didn't know that the Emperor was coming, so I'm late to greet you. Please forgive me for being late." Han Du quickly brought his family to bow.
Lao Zhu waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter, I also came to see my grandson on a whim. Please get up."
As Han Du and others stood up, Lao Zhu sniffed and couldn't help but ask: "What is so fragrant?"
Then, I glanced left and right and immediately saw the large plates placed on the table.
Because the little girl was still young, when An Qing hugged her just now, she refused to come down, so An Qing let her go. Now he is sitting on a stool, swinging his two short legs, eating so happily that he doesn't care about what is happening around him.
When Lao Zhu came to her side, the little girl noticed someone approaching. She suddenly turned around and saw that it was Lao Zhu. He suddenly smiled and opened his arms to ask Lao Zhu for a hug.
Lao Zhu had a smile on his face and picked up the little girl.
The little girl was so happy that she giggled, hugged Lao Zhu's head, and kissed him on the face.
An Qing immediately became anxious when he saw it. He ran over and glared at his daughter angrily, and then apologized to his father: "Father, this girl doesn't know etiquette, and she is full of nonsense...Father, please hurry up and put her Put it down and wipe it.”
Lao Zhu was smiling and did not put the little girl down, nor did he reach out to take the silk handkerchief handed over by An Qing. Instead, he shook his head and said with a smile: "Oh, it's nothing. When you were a child, you often filled your father's dragon robe with oil."
An Qing's face turned red and he looked very shy. He wanted to persuade his father, but he couldn't say anything anymore.
Han Du's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he subconsciously looked towards An Qing. He didn't expect that she was not a peaceful person when she was a child.
An Qing felt Han Du's peeping eyes, turned around and met Han Du's eyes, and glared at him fiercely.
Han Du quickly withdrew his gaze and pretended to look up at the sky.
"What are you eating, little girl? You are so happy." Lao Zhu had already seen the big plate on the table, and he deliberately asked this just to tease the girl.
"This stuff tastes good. Please give it a try, Your Majesty." Han Du quickly stepped forward and prepared bowls and chopsticks for Lao Zhu.
"Eat, it's delicious..." The little girl also danced and gestured towards Lao Zhu, nodding desperately to show that this thing was really delicious.
Lao Zhu sat down with a smile, picked up the chopsticks with a smile, and said: "Okay, since the girl wants me to eat, then I will eat."
Lao Zhu took a bite, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. Said: "The little girl is right, this food is quite delicious. Why do I feel like I have never eaten it before? What is this?"
"This is..." An Qing was about to tell his father, but suddenly stopped.
Lao Zhu noticed something strange in An Qing's words, and immediately frowned.
Han Du suddenly felt bad, and he quickly said openly: "Your Majesty, this is what is left after planting the red taro."
"Zhu taro?" Lao Zhu suddenly became angry, slapped his chopsticks on the table, and asked sternly: "Did you eat the grain?"
Seeing that Lao Zhu had misunderstood, Han Du explained quickly, "No, you only need the skin with the buds to grow red taro. These are all left after peeling."
Lao Zhu's expression improved when he heard that Han Du had not delayed planting grain. He glanced at the things on the plate suspiciously and asked, "Is this really the case?"
"Of course it is." Han Du immediately nodded affirmatively and added hurriedly, "Your Majesty, even if I am not steady enough in your eyes, my father is still here? My father will never just watch. Just follow me and eat the grain, right?"
When Han De heard Han Du mentioning himself, he quickly stepped forward, bowed his hands and said, "Your Majesty, this is indeed the case. I also knew that I was hungry when I was a child, and I know what it feels like to be hungry, so I will not look at Du'er. It’s a waste of growing crops.”
Lao Zhu naturally believed in Hande's stability, but when he encountered such a thing for the first time, he couldn't help but muttered, "The skin is the seed, not the meat? Why does this sound a bit strange?"
Han Du immediately explained: "Your Majesty, when I grow food on the ship, I use skins to grow it. All the officers and soldiers on the ship know about this, and they can be summoned to confront them immediately."
Lao Zhu couldn't help but nodded and thought that since so many people knew it, what Han Du said was probably true. As for calling someone to confront him, there is no need for the time being.
Since it was edible, Lao Zhu sat down and ate. However, Han Du and others were not greeted.
The emperor didn't speak, and no one dared to come forward and sit down. Even An Qing stood behind him obediently.
After taking a few bites, Lao Zhu put down his chopsticks and asked, "This tastes good, but other than that, are there any other ways to eat it?"
"Yes, you can cut it into shreds and fry it as a vegetable. You can also cook it and eat it as rice." Han Du said with a helpless smile.
Lao Zhu didn't pay attention to Han Du's helpless look at all, or he saw it, but didn't care. He scolded casually: "Then why don't you go and fry some?"
"Okay, I'll go right away." Han Du curled his lips, his face full of displeasure.
However, seeing Lao Zhu teasing the two children, Han Du had no choice but to turn around and go stir-fry.
When Han Du brought the dish, Lao Zhu picked up one, took a look at it, and said with a smile: "It's as thin as silk. You have good knife skills."
Han Du said with a smile: "As long as the emperor likes it."
Lao Zhu stopped chatting with Han Du and put a chopstick into his mouth, savoring it carefully. He couldn't help but nodded and praised: "Crispy, tender and refreshing, it has a different taste, not bad."
"What is this?" Lao Zhu started to look at the potato pancakes specially made by Han Du. They were golden in color and looked really good.
After taking a sip, Lao Zhu's eyes lit up and he suddenly asked: "Is this also made of taro?"
"Yes." Han Du's posture was very dog-legged, and he stretched out his hand to introduce to Lao Zhu: "This one is stir-fried, and this one is fried in low heat. Although they are both made of the same thing, they have a different taste. To be different.”
Lao Zhu moved his chopsticks quickly, nodded while eating, and said:
"This stuff is both vegetable and food. It's really good stuff. Didn't you say it can still be cooked? Go ahead and cook some for me."
Han Du suddenly became a little downcast and said awkwardly: "Your Majesty, you gave me ten kilograms in total, and peeling took up half of it. It is difficult to do both now. The red taro has been used up, I am here It’s gone.”
"No more?" Lao Zhu couldn't help but ask.
"No more." Han Du spread his hands with an extremely positive attitude, and then said: "If the emperor still wants to eat, can the palace send some over, and I can make it for the emperor?"
As soon as he heard that he was going to bleed, Lao Zhu suddenly became unhappy. He twirled his beard and pondered for a moment, then said: "That's no need. You are also a Marquis after all, so being a cook always loses your status. I have a royal chef, so let them Just do it.”
After that, Lao Zhu was also full, let go of the two little ones, stood up, patted his butt and left.
Is this what the emperor said? Han Du stared at Lao Zhu dumbfounded, and once again had a new understanding of Lao Zhu's stinginess and shamelessness. Oh, when I ate just now, I didn’t mind that I made it myself, so I ate it to my heart’s content. Now that Lao Zhu is asked to bring out some more potatoes, he starts to feel embarrassed?
What are you sorry for? I think you are very embarrassed. Without even saying hello, he just ran straight to his house. After scolding myself a few words, I started eating without saying a word. Now that you are full, you pat your butt and leave again?
Don’t you know that I haven’t eaten it yet?
Lao Zhu didn't care whether Han Du had eaten it or not. Anyway, he was very happy with it. Now that he was leaving, who would dare to stop him?
Han Du reluctantly sent Lao Zhu away and returned to the inner hall dejectedly.
Looking at half of the fries and shredded potato pancakes that were missing, Han Du forced a smile and said: "Father, mother, you can just eat some."
Hande sighed, sat down at the table, looked at the two little ones who were eating, and said, "Forget it, leave it to them."
What else can Han Du say? A good meal was ruined by Lao Zhu.
...
Han Du and Fang Xiaoru have been back together for more than half a year, but they have never gotten together. Han Du thought that Fang Xiaoru was teaching the Yin Di'an people how to read, so it was not good to disturb him.
On this day, Fang Xiaoru took the initiative to find Han Du's house.
Han Du poured him tea with a smile and asked curiously: "Don't those people in Zhai Yuan want you to help them search for ancient books? Why do you have time to come to me?"
Fang Xiaoru picked up the teacup, smiled and said: "I found some ancient books and explained them to them, but they were still looking for similarities with them. I couldn't help with these, so I naturally took my time and looked for them. You drink tea."
"You came to me just to drink tea?" Han Du was a little surprised. No matter what Han Du thought, he felt that Fang Xiaoru came to him today for something. He couldn't just come to him to drink tea.
Although his tribute tea was indeed of the highest quality, based on Han Du's understanding of Fang Xiaoru, this alone was not enough to attract him.
"Of course, otherwise what do you think I am here for?" Fang Xiaoru insisted that this was the case, and at the end he added, "This is indeed a tribute tea, you can't drink it outside."
Seeing that Fang Xiaoru didn't say anything, Han Du didn't ask any more questions. He just smiled and said, "If you like it, just take two kilograms with you."
Fang Xiaoru nodded, agreeing.
The two of them just chatted with each other, and after drinking tea, Fang Xiaoru walked away without saying anything, as if he really came to Han Du specifically to drink tea.
Han Du was a little strange about Fang Xiaoru's behavior, but he didn't think about it carefully, thinking that maybe Fang Xiaoru's temperament had changed a little. After all, after seeing the magnificent scenery on the sea, and experiencing the crisis of life hanging by a thread, it is natural for his personality to change a little.
Morning next day.
Han Du stood bored among the nobles, holding back his sleepiness until the old eunuch shouted: "If there is something to do, leave the court!"
With his whole body refreshed, Han Du suddenly woke up and wanted to get off work happily. Bah, no, it's the next court.
Before Han Du could even take a step forward, Fang Xiaoru stood up, bowed to Lao Zhu and said, "Your Majesty, I have this memorial."
Generally speaking, at this time, since Lao Zhu has indicated that he has nothing to do to withdraw from the court, it means that even Lao Zhu wants to withdraw from the court. Anyone who is sensible will not get stuck at this point and say nothing.
If there is really something to report, it should have been reported long ago.
The matter stuck at this point is either something extraordinary, or it is to impeach someone for violating laws and disciplines. In short, the things stuck at this point are all shocking, and their purpose is to attract the emperor's attention.
All the ministers looked suspiciously at Fang Xiaoru who was standing in the middle of the court hall, not knowing what he wanted to do.
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