Xiao Chen was forced by Zhuge Xiaosheng to have no choice but to tell him the truth.
Xiaosheng is a brother, so we can't let him feel uncomfortable.
"Oh, that's it." Zhuge Xiaosheng suddenly realized that it was really a private matter.
But the relationship between the two is so close, but it’s not a good thing!
But I don’t know if Nanfeng and Li Wanyun were just having fun, or if they were sincere?
Xiao Chen said how could I know this? You didn't see Nan Feng being so embarrassed. How should I ask others?
However, Zhuge Xiaosheng thought it was better to ask clearly. It would be best if it was just a joke. In the future, he could use this relationship to take advantage of Li Wanyun.
If you are sincere, then persuade him to wield the sword of wisdom as soon as possible and cut off the love, so as not to get entangled and hinder our major events!
"How can we intervene in such an emotional matter? I think Nanfeng can still distinguish between public and private matters, you kid, don't mess around." The murderous aura that Zhuge Xiaosheng inadvertently exuded just now could not be hidden from Xiao Chen's eyes.
"Boss, you are someone who wants to do big things. You must be able to make decisions. If you continue to make decisions, you will suffer chaos!" Zhuge Xiaosheng said.
"Let's not talk about it anymore. How about you try this?" Xiao Chen took out a small cloth bag, but inside was slowly brown powder.
"What is this?" Zhuge Xiaosheng twisted a little and put it in his mouth, "Huh? It tastes really delicious!"
"Really?" Xiao Chen was very proud, "This is a condiment developed by your boss and me myself. It's called MSG, which means the essence of flavor. Do you know how much good stuff is used to make this MSG? Do you have any idea? Shrimp, dried abalone, crab roe, isinglass, dried shiitake mushrooms..."
Xiao Chen had been thinking about inventing MSG when he was in the palace, because he always felt that the food lacked some seasoning to make it fresh, especially the soup, which always tasted bland.
Don't think that the meals in the palace are all delicious. In fact, they taste ordinary.
Although there are more than a hundred varieties of meals, they are strictly regulated. When the chef cooks each dish, someone will supervise and record it.
How long does it take for the dishes to go from the pot to the turntable, how high the heat is during this period, what ingredients are to be added, and the amount of each item must be weighed with a spoon, and it doesn’t matter if it’s just a little off!
The condiments allowed to be used in the palace are extremely limited, mainly salt and sauce, and the only auxiliary ingredients are onions, ginger, and garlic.
In this case, no matter how good a chef you are, you won't be able to make delicious dishes.
Anyway, day after day, month after month, these more than a hundred dishes are served in turn, and you want to add a new dish? That's very difficult. First of all, the procedures are very complicated.
It must first be reported to the general manager of the imperial kitchen. After the general manager agrees, it will be reported to the eunuch in charge. The eunuch will then report it to the eunuch above. The eunuch above will also report it to the commander of the imperial guards and the commander of the imperial army for review.
The respective departments also sent people down to strictly check the ingredients of the dishes. In the end, everyone agreed and then finally reported it to the emperor, the queen mother, and the empress...
It takes at least half a year to approve a special dish, and if something goes wrong with this dish, for example, the queen gets upset, or the emperor chokes, then everyone from top to bottom will be affected by it. blame!
Who do you think is so idle as to do such a thing?
So it doesn't matter whether the emperor eats well or not, what matters is safety.
This is also the first rule for doing things in the palace, not seeking merit but seeking no fault!
Do you think the emperor can eat whatever he wants? He thinks beautifully!
For example, Li Wanjiang likes to eat fish, especially braised seabass, but he has never eaten it since he became emperor.
It's not that there is no fresh sea bass in Fengyang City, but because sea bass is so prickly, what if the emperor accidentally gets his dragon's throat stuck?
So don’t do it!
Li Wanjiang was from Shanyou. One day, he suddenly recalled the delicacy of his hometown, oatmeal noodles. He couldn't help but feel saliva at the bottom of his tongue, so he asked the imperial kitchen to get some to satisfy his craving.
Once the edict was issued, there was no movement...
It wasn't until half a year later that Li Wanjiang had long forgotten about it, and then one day he suddenly saw a plate of exquisite-looking pasta on the dining table, but he didn't recognize it.
When I asked, I found out that it was the oatmeal noodles I used to eat when I was a kid. Why did it look like this?
After taking a bite, I was told whether it was sweet or not, and whether it was salty or not. The taste was not right at all. This is not the oatmeal noodles from my hometown at all!
Everyone hurriedly explained that it might be because the emperor lived in poverty back then, so he thought this stuff was delicious. Now that living standards have improved, eating it no longer tastes the same as before...
Li Wanjiang thought fart! Do you think I am a fool? Do you still know what the food you have eaten since childhood tastes like?
Later I found out that the imperial dining room had been struggling for just such a serving of noodles for half a year, spent thousands of taels of silver, alarmed hundreds of officials on the right side of the mountain, and spent countless thoughts from top to bottom...
From then on, Li Wanjiang never said what he wanted to eat again.
It brings tears to my eyes just talking about it, and you’re talking nonsense!
Moreover, most of the meals in the imperial dining room are warm-fired meals. What is warm-fired meals? It's the kind that's made in advance and kept warm in a basket or earthen pot.
Because you don’t know when the emperor will eat it, and some dishes take a long time to prepare, such as bear paws. From soaking to stewing, it takes at least five days. You can’t let the emperor eat it too. Wait five days?
It all has to be done in advance.
Do you think this kind of food can taste good?
Li Wanjiang could bear it, but Xiao Chen couldn't bear it!
Every day a bird appears in my mouth...
There are many kinds of dried seafood in Jiangnan County. As soon as Xiao Chen saw it, he immediately thought of inventing MSG. After several experiments, he succeeded.
Zhuge Xiaosheng disagreed with this, "Boss, what's the use of bothering with these things? You should think more about our important matters!"
"Look what you said, governing a big country is like cooking a small one, the principle is the same." Xiao Chen thought that Zhuge Xiaosheng would praise himself for being smart, but he didn't expect that he would blame him, and he felt very unhappy.
"Boss, I also feel that the women's products you got are very inappropriate. It seems to be nothing now. If we get into trouble in the future, it will be a joke if it gets out, which will be very detrimental to your reputation." Zhuge Xiaosheng said.
"Isn't that also to benefit the many female friends in the world? This should be regarded as a blessing to the world, how can it be called a joke?" Xiao Chen defended.
"Anyway, I think boss, you are just playing with things to lose your ambition by doing these weird tricks!" Zhuge Xiaosheng scolded him unceremoniously.
"What kind of weird skills are you calling? This is called invention and creation!" Xiao Chen expressed that he is very disappointed in you, Xiaosheng!
I thought you knew me best, but now it seems that's not the case. Your tone is becoming more and more like that old man Chen Jisheng.
"Well, but then again, whether it's weird skills or inventions, it's good for you to fall for it occasionally, boss. At least it can cover people's ears and think that you have no ambition and only like to play these tricks. "Zhuge Xiaosheng changed the subject again.
"Yes, that's what I mean." Xiao Chen also replied with anger and joy.
Did he really mean it?
But not necessarily.
