"Don't tell me, your Highness the Prince's method is really good. Deep fry the tofu in hot oil. It's very fragrant! But I don't know what else to do next!"
"Just after frying, the aroma is already fragrant. No matter how you cook it, the taste will not be bad!"
"Yes! Add some oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar, and stir-fry some coriander. It will definitely taste good...!"
Several cooks in the kitchen started chatting while they were busy cooking.
Tofu was made by Ying Feiyu after he came to Da Qin, and then gradually developed.
So far, it has become an indispensable delicacy in people's lives!
Some people like to eat the original flavor, buy the tofu and eat it directly with the seasoning.
There are also some who can stir-fry, stew, salad, and make soup.
All in all, tofu is delicious and can be prepared in a variety of ways, and is very popular among people!
But no one really thinks of eating it deep-fried.
After Ying Feiyu's wedding, he moved the Three Thousand Flying Eagles to a house behind Bieyuan.
There were more than twenty cooks who moved there with them.
Those who stayed in Bieyuan were all senior chefs with excellent cooking skills.
I sighed while putting the tofu in the oil pan.
"Huh? What does it smell like?"
Several people were chatting with smiles, but suddenly their noses twitched and their facial features were tangled, as if they smelled something inappropriate.
"Do you smell it? Is there a strange smell?"
The oldest cook was named Zhao Shi. Because of his superb cooking skills, he was left in another courtyard to take charge of the kitchen.
He had the best nose and was the first to smell this strange smell!
"Huh? It does seem to have a smell!"
"Yeah, I smelled it too! Could it be that the tofu I bought has gone bad?"
"Ah! No way...?"
Other cooks are chopping vegetables in preparation for dinner.
The only thing that has been put into the pot and can emit such a strong smell is the tofu in the pot.
Therefore, everyone can’t help but focus on the oil pan!
"Impossible, these tofus are all bought from Tofu Zhang's shop. His tofu is the best in craftsmanship. They don't sell enough tofu every day. How could it go bad? Besides, the few pots just fried were full of aroma. Why did it end up like this? The pot has gone bad...?"
The cook who was frying tofu took out a piece of golden tofu from the pot, put it under his nose and smelled it carefully, "No, it doesn't smell like tofu at all. This tofu is very fragrant!"
Later, he gave the fried tofu to several other cooks to smell.
"Well! It's really not the case!"
After Zhao Shi heard it, he nodded.
At the same time, he looked around the kitchen with doubts on his face, "If it's not tofu... what could it be?"
After glancing around, his eyes fell on the cook who was chopping the chicken, "Xiao Zhang, did your chicken have a problem with its internal organs because it was left out for a long time after being killed?"
"Old Zhao, please don't accuse me wrongly. I killed this chicken half an hour ago. I started processing it after bleeding it. How could there be something wrong with its internal organs?"
The cook who was chopping the chicken picked up a piece of chicken ribs and put it directly under Zhao Shi's nose to prove his innocence.
"Okay, okay, okay, got it, take it away!"
Zhao Shi ducked back and waved his hand.
It wasn't because he disliked it, but just by the color of the flesh, he knew that the chicken had just been killed, so there was no need to get closer to smell it!
"Where does this smell come from?"
The cooks were all suspicious.
"Isn't it one of you who pooped his pants?"
There was no problem with the ingredients, so Zhao Shi could only find the reason from the cooks.
"Old Zhao, are you mentally ill? Do you think we are three-year-old children or something?"
"That's right, aren't you trying to bury someone?"
"Old Zhao, let me tell you, a scholar can be killed, but not humiliated...!"
This sentence directly aroused public outrage.
The cooks held the spoons and shovels in their hands and gestured towards Zhao Shi!
"Stop! Stop! Stop! I was just kidding!"
Seeing this situation, Zhao Shi quickly waved his hand.
We have worked together in Bieyuan’s kitchen for many years. It is common for us to joke and fight with each other, but no one will take it seriously!
After the banter, you still have to find the source of the smell.
"Why is this smell getting stronger and stronger?"
At this time, everyone frowned, disgusted with the sudden smell.
"Old...Old Zhao, why do I feel that this smell...seems...seems to be coming from His Highness the Crown Prince?"
The kitchen in Bieyuan is not small. At this time, Ying Feiyu was tinkering with something in front of the shelf where condiments were stored, with his back to everyone.
A cook who was relatively close said tentatively.
"Don't talk nonsense. His Royal Highness is a master of cooking. Each dish he makes is more fragrant than the last. How could it smell so bad?"
Zhao Shi immediately rolled his eyes.
"Old Zhao, I just said that the smell came from over there, and I didn't say that it must have been caused by His Highness the Crown Prince! Maybe some of the spices over there have gone bad and the smell is coming out?"
"Yes, Lao Zhao, let's go over and have a look. What if it's really the smell coming from over there?"
"Yes! Once something goes bad, we can throw it away quickly...!"
They have already checked this side, and there is no problem. Now only the side where His Royal Highness is standing has not been checked.
The cooks are all curious and want to know whether the source of this smell lies in His Highness the Crown Prince!
Zhao Shi thought for a moment and nodded, "Go over and have a look!"
His Highness the Crown Prince said that he was going to make a new dish, but he couldn't guarantee that the strange smell really came from His Highness the Crown Prince's side.
Several people put down the kitchen utensils in their hands and walked slowly towards Ying Feiyu.
However, the further everyone moved forward, the stronger the stench became.
This also proved that their guess was correct, the smell was coming from the prince's side!
After Ying Feiyu opened the package of stinky tofu, he carefully put the stinky tofu into a large bowl, used chopsticks to peel off the slightly hard outer shell of the stinky tofu, added some water, and used a porcelain spoon to tenderize the inside. Crush the stinky tofu and mix with water!
After completing a series of actions, I took the big bowl and prepared to see how the cooks were frying the tofu.
When he turned around, five or six pairs of eyes were staring at him. He was so frightened that he almost threw out the stinky tofu water he had just made!
"What are you doing?"
Looking at the surprised looks of several people, Ying Feiyu raised a hand, patted his chest and asked.
"Your Majesty... Your Highness, do you smell anything strange?"
His Highness the Crown Prince turned around before he could figure out what was going on. Zhao Shi and others were very embarrassed.
"Odor?"
Ying Feiyu was stunned for a moment, then remembered the stinky tofu he was holding in his hand.
This thing tastes kind to me, but I forget that they can't accept it.
No wonder I just heard they were looking for something rotten.
I can’t believe that this is what I wanted to say!
"Oh! Haha! Is this what you are talking about?"
Ying Feiyu stretched out the big bowl towards them.
Suddenly, a stench hit their nostrils. Several people couldn't accept it and subconsciously ran away!
