Lao Cui, Lao Du and the others are big and rough, but their craftsmanship is better than that of Xiao Luo, so there is no comparison.
But following Tang Ping for so long, I also learned a lot of simple dishes.
It is no exaggeration to say that there is still a gap between modern European cuisine and Chinese cuisine.
Not to mention Europe in this era.
So the simple dishes they knew would be quite delicious when eaten by a wealthy businessman like Old Peter.
Old Peter had nothing to do, so he ran to see Old Cui and the others killing sheep and cooking.
Killing sheep is simply too easy for Lao Cui and the others.
In Old Peter's eyes, Old Cui and the others showed an artistic sense in killing sheep.
In a few seconds a live sheep was skinned and then cut into pieces.
"What do these three sheep eat?" Old Peter was very modest, thinking that he had learned it here, and he could learn to make it when entertaining guests later.
Tang Ping was originally looking at building a house over there, when he heard what Old Peter said and explained:
"The meat on the lamb leg is chewy and not greasy, so the first way to eat it is to remove the meat from the lamb leg, then skewer it into lamb skewers and grill it over a fire."
"Then the bones of the sheep are mainly used for stew. Old Peter, don't look at it. There seems to be no meat on the bones of the sheep when they are cooked, but after cooking, you will magically find that a lot of shredded meat appears on the bones out of thin air. The soup It would be delicious if you boil some green vegetables in it."
"The last step is to take the fatter meat and make it into pilaf. Fry the fat meat in the pot first, then add carrots and onions, and put the steamed rice in to make pilaf."
"Gudong!" Old Peter watched Old Cui and the others take action, and started to swallow as he listened to Tang Ping's description.
Lao Cui and the others worked very quickly, skewering things like mutton skewers with willow branches and grilling them for a while before eating.
There are also some seasonings on the cruise ship, which make the kebabs different from what Old Peter usually eats, and they are so delicious.
"It's delicious, it's so delicious!" Old Peter gave a thumbs up: "I'll have to buy more things to eat here in the future!"
"Okay, Old Peter, just say it if you have anything to say. I feel bad for you when you hold it in." Tang Ping finished two skewers and stopped eating. They were even worse than Xiao Luo's. The Nth day of Luo’s dish! !
"Tang, are you from the Tang Dynasty?" Old Peter looked at Tang Ping and asked seriously.
"Do you know Datang?" This time it was Tang Ping's turn to be surprised. Before this, Old Peter and the others had called Datang the Kingdom of Silk.
"Well, I heard from the Lord of Porto today that the silk products you gave me came from the Tang Dynasty. I heard that the arrogant Arab Empire was also defeated by the Tang Dynasty, so I want to ask if you are from the Tang Dynasty. ."
Tang Ping scratched his hair: "Yes, I am from the Tang Dynasty. I came here because of an accident."
As he spoke, he glanced hard at Li Siwen, who was eating mutton skewers.
Li Siwen didn't even raise his head when he felt a chill, tightened his clothes, and then continued to nibble.
"Then your status in Datang must not be low, right?" Old Peter asked tentatively.
"Of course!" Tang Ping said proudly: "In the Tang Dynasty, no one dares to think that I am the first in wealth even though I am the second in wealth."
"As for power, as long as I think about it, apart from the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, I can become the most powerful person in the Tang Dynasty! Oh, the Arab Empire you mentioned was defeated by me and my people. Before I came here, the Arab Empire was I am managing the land." After saying that, he looked at Old Peter: "So Old Peter, you have to hug my thigh. If you find a way to send me back to the Tang Dynasty, I will make you the largest big country in Europe. Tang merchandise wholesaler.”
Old Peter looked at Tang Ping as if he were a fool. What Tang Ping said was too exaggerated. How could he have so much power and wealth when he was still so young.
What's even more impossible is that if he had that kind of power and wealth, how could he be here?
Old Peter felt at this time as if someone told you that he was Qin Shihuang, and if you gave him V50, he would make you a general after he returns.
He estimated that Tang Ping was the son of a certain noble or wealthy businessman, referred to as the rich second generation, and then he sneaked out or something, and finally came here.
Looking at Old Peter's expression, Tang Ping knew that he definitely didn't believe it. Hey, he was an honest person to begin with, but it was sad that no one believed him when he told the truth.
After the mutton kebabs are finished, the soup cooked over there is almost ready.
Old Peter's eyes lit up when he saw the bowl Tang Ping used to serve soup.
Yes, that's right, he used a ceramic bowl.
Old Peter's breathing was tight, especially when he saw that Li Siwen was accidentally scalded when he was filling the soup, and the big bowl almost fell out of his hands. He was about to rush over and put it on the ground.
He had seen porcelain a few times, but those porcelains seemed not as exquisite as the bowls Tang Ping and the others used to serve soup.
Old Peter didn't know that the bowls Tang Ping took out to serve soup were all tributes from Jun Kiln.
The entire bowl is a gorgeous crabapple red. This bowl was made in the Tang Dynasty and cost several hundred Datang coins.
As for Europe, if Old Peter can organize some nobles he likes to participate in the auction, it is no exaggeration to say that the money sold can feed the residents of the island for many years.
As for such a bowl, Tang Ping and the others had one each when they drank soup, including Old Peter.
Feeling the delicate feeling of the glaze on his hands, Old Peter rolled his eyes and sighed.
"What's wrong? This soup doesn't suit your taste?" Tang Ping glanced at him and asked.
"No!" Old Peter shook his head and sighed: "It's just because it tastes so good!"
Tang Ping said a little speechlessly: "It tastes good and you sigh? It tastes good. Just drink two more bowls. There are so many here!"
"It's just because it tastes so good!" Old Peter said with sincerity: "Actually, my mother raised me since I was a child. She would think of me if she tasted anything delicious."
"But today I drank such delicious soup here, but I can't share it with her..."
"It doesn't matter. Just pack a portion and take it back to your mother when you leave!" Tang Ping comforted him and said, "This soup is easy to make. You just need to add something else to make the soup more delicious. I’ll give you some as well when the time comes.”
"Really?" Old Peter said in surprise: "Then I will take it back to her now!"
Saying that, he was about to leave with the soup in his hand.
"Slow down, old Peter, don't fall!" A smile appeared on Tang Ping's lips.
Old Peter's acting skills reminded him of a shameless old friend, but not quite as good.
