The people of Chang'an have a special obsession with military merit.
As long as a man has achieved military success on the battlefield, no matter how badly he is injured, as long as the root is not damaged, at least he will have no problem marrying a wife.
Looking at those bastards holding handkerchiefs in their arms, as well as those young girls with bright eyebrows, even Liu Deng had to sigh, this is okay!
The grand entrance ceremony lasted for two hours. In the end, King Liang and Zhou Yafu led the representatives of the soldiers into the palace, and finally gave up.
Liu Deng, who had already cast a shadow on the imperial palace, naturally did not want to take a trip into this muddy water at this time.
In addition, my mother and sister have just arrived in Chang'an. Isn't it more interesting to have a barbecue with them at home than to scheming with a bunch of old men in the palace?
Therefore, Liu Deng simply turned down the job of accompanying the drinker on the grounds that he was injured and could not drink.
"Are you ready with everything I want?"
As soon as he entered the door, Liu Deng asked Dou Zhong excitedly.
"Everything you asked for, Your Majesty, is ready. All the things you asked them to bring from Jinyang have arrived. It's just that the cook at home doesn't know what to do with these things. Look, Your Majesty..."
Dou Zhong was very ashamed. The cook at home really didn't know how to do anything, which made him feel very embarrassed.
All the servants in this mansion were carefully selected by Dou Changjun and Dou Pengzu. Unexpectedly, the first official task Liu Deng gave them would stump them.
But it’s no wonder that they are used. In this day and age, cloves, nutmeg, star anise, and fennel are still considered medicinal materials.
How could the cook in this family know how to dispose of these medicinal materials?
"It doesn't matter, just ask him to prepare a big iron pot for me! Just find two more cooks to help him!"
Liu Deng didn't really care. After all, everyone had their first time with this kind of thing.
In this day and age, it is too troublesome to have a barbecue. If Liu Deng didn't like cooking in his previous life, he would probably have to look at meat now.
After such a long time, Liu Deng had almost prepared all the ingredients.
Under Liu Deng's command, the servants of the family kept coming in and out, moving everything Liu Deng needed into the back garden.
His own prince personally cooked in the palace, and for the sake of confidentiality, Dou Zhong directly kicked out all the irrelevant servants.
Only two fat cooks were left to follow Liu Deng, serving Liu Deng like little apprentices serving their master.
After the seeds are extracted from the dried peppers, they are ground directly into fine powder with a stone mill.
After frying these spices such as cloves, strawberries, nutmeg, star anise, and fennel, pour out the cooking oil and set aside.
The soy sauce sent from Jinyang still looked a little turbid. After filtering it carefully with gauze, I finally felt better.
There was no chicken essence or MSG, so Liu Deng simply got fresh chicken soup.
Three old hens simmered on the pot all night, and the chicken soup that came out was naturally extremely delicious.
Under Liu Deng's command, two cooks carefully cut into pieces a sika deer obtained from the royal hunting ground outside the city.
After dismantling the most delicious pieces of meat from the whole deer, he got two freshly slaughtered fat sheep.
The next step is to do his own craft. Liu Deng skillfully spreads his secret sauce on the meat and explains to the cooks the reasons for doing so.
Naturally, the Empress of the Kingdom did not want to see such a scene, and Liu Qian watched it with gusto.
After marinating the meat, Liu Deng began to direct the two cooks to prepare the charcoal fire.
High-quality golden charcoal has no pyrotechnic smoke, but has a hint of fruity wood aroma when burning.
By the time the charcoal fire is almost ready, the meat is almost ready to be marinated.
The bamboo skewers that had been prepared long ago were used to skewer the meat cut into small pieces bit by bit.
Even though the two cooks are fat, they are really nimble in their work.
After explaining the details to them for a while, the two of them immediately started working well.
There are three pieces of lean meat sandwiched between two pieces of fat meat. It tastes just right between fat and lean.
The meat skewers haven't been grilled yet, and Liu Qian's saliva can't stop flowing.
Seeing how interesting her brother was busy at the side, she couldn't help but join in.
Liu Deng joked with him in a low voice while still turning the meat skewers in his hands.
Without a brush, this would not be a problem for Liu Deng. The willow branches that can be seen everywhere in the garden can solve the problem.
After removing the skin, roughen the wooden core inside. This is the simplest brush.
Dip it in the sauce, and then brush it on the meat skewers. After doing this several times, the fragrant aroma has permeated the entire garden.
"What does it smell like? Why does it smell so good?"
In the backyard of the Dou family, Dou Muyao, who was showing off her red makeup with her maid, couldn't help but shrugged her nose.
"It seems that it came from the next door! By the way, miss, I heard that the next door has given His Highness the King a palace as a palace. Do you think we should..."
When Ping'er said this, her eyes were already full of smiles.
"You damn hooves, let's see if I don't tear your mouth apart!"
Although Dou Muyao was obviously moved, how could she let go of this girl's shyness?
After the two of them played around for a while, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the small courtyard.
"Who is it?"
Ping'er shouted loudly.
"It's me. His Highness the King asked me to bring some food to the lady. I left it at the door. You can just take it in later!"
"Uncle Zhong, did you say that His Highness the King sent this to the young lady?"
Ping'er grew up in Dou's family and was certainly no stranger to Dou Zhong.
"His Royal Highness baked this by himself. He told the lady to try it while it's hot. It won't taste good when it's cold!"
Originally it was just a simple sentence, but when it came from Liu Deng's mouth, Dou Muyao's face immediately turned red.
Fortunately, Ping'er didn't say much this time. After opening the door, she stared at a large food box, swallowed her saliva, and began to take out the contents of the food box.
"Miss, I didn't expect that His Highness the Prince, with his dignity as a king, would actually cook for me! You are really so lucky. If there is such a man willing to cook for me, I..."
Ping'er said nonchalantly while taking things out.
"What are you doing? Shameless!"
When Ping'er said this, Dou Muyao suddenly felt sweet in her heart, but she still said with a reluctant smile.
While talking, both hands scratched Ping'er's armpits.
"Of course I will marry him, miss, please spare me! Please spare me!"
Although the two of them are called master and servant, they have been sisters since childhood, and now that there is no one around, they naturally don't have so many scruples about this joke.
"Miss, this meat is almost cold. Why don't you try it first?"
Ping'er has been most ticklish since she was a child. After making trouble for a while, she felt it was too much, so she quickly changed the subject.
"I'll let you go this time. If you dare to talk nonsense again, I won't take care of you!"
Dou Muyao looked like a winner, reached out and grabbed a few meat skewers, then handed them to Ping'er, and picked up two of them herself.
It's just that masturbation is a bit addictive...
