Fried and fried foods first appeared in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.
However, because there was no edible vegetable oil at that time, there was only animal fat. The oil was very expensive, so even ordinary officials were not allowed to eat it. Only high-ranking officials and dignitaries could enjoy it.
The technology of fried food is not mature in this era, and few people specialize in the research of frying technology. In the Han Dynasty, apart from steaming, the main thing was barbecue. Everyone among the dignitaries ate barbecue, but I haven’t heard that many people like to eat fried food. .
Liu Bei could afford oil, but after living for a long time in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, he also felt that deep-fried food was more luxurious, and he generally did not use it easily. Occasionally, when he was greedy, he asked the cook who had been with him for a long time to fry a few pieces of chicken to satisfy his craving. That was all. .
But today is New Year's Eve, the first New Year since he took office as Liangzhou Shepherd, and he feels that he needs to give everyone something good.
The officials were very surprised to learn that Liu Bei was going to cook for everyone in person. However, Liu Bei was very amiable this evening, and he did not have the nuclear and kryptonian feeling when handling official duties before, which made them all feel very warm.
After all, Liu Bei is not a devil. When it is time to use the warm man mode to face everyone, he will never be stingy with his warm man mode. Although he faces more people, he does not turn on the warm man mode on New Year's Eve. When should you turn on the warm man mode?
So he personally fried chicken to satisfy everyone's appetite. The high calorie and high protein content of fried meat is a very unhealthy food for modern people who do not exercise much. It can be eaten regularly, but for those who lived during the war in ancient times, For the military, it is a rare magic weapon.
It is low in calories, low in protein, low in oil and salt, and does not contain a layer of fried carbohydrates. It is perfectly suitable for ancient soldiers who are in a state of low mental relaxation and low physical activity.
For us, low-calorie fried meat can slowly replenish physical strength and relieve nervous stress to a certain extent. It is definitely a magic weapon on the battlefield.
If any army could provide soldiers with fried chicken legs or nuggets on a regular basis, the morale would be absolutely skyrocketing.
As soon as it was over, the little guy thought that Zhang Fei would go through that scene again, so he put it away, but at a glance he saw Zhang Fei laughing, laughing and making noises at the same time, and asked Liu Bei to hit Jian Yong hard. Xiao Mei was afraid that the sky would be chaotic, then Only then did he react.
Zhen Yan chuckled.
It can be seen that the pressure on Xiaojia is quite small, so small that once there is no window to vent, it will be difficult to control oneself.
But it was important, why did Zhang Fei take this opportunity to relieve the pressure?
Not to mention Jian Yong and Liu Bei, who always pay attention to rules, even Guan Yu, who is occasionally serious and serious, will grab the fried chicken from Jian Yong's hand and put it in his mouth, and then fight with Jian Yong to fight for a piece of fried chicken. right.
Liu Bei, who had been coveting for a long time, cursed loudly, shouted "Zhang Yide, he is a human being" and ran after Jian Yong, and started a peaceful battle with Jian Yong. The two of them went back and forth, and the battle continued.
Tonight is New Year's Eve, the most relaxing night of the year for everyone. Even Zhang Fei, who used to be the most serious person, relaxed, fearing that the sky would be chaotic.
Zhang Fei was operating the set up kitchen table with a smile, and the gesture of personally cooking the New Year's Eve dinner for the little one was deeply reflected in the eyes of everyone present.
Then fewer and fewer people rushed over. People from the eight floors outside and eight inside surrounded Chengzi's table. The shouts and curses stopped, and all the Confucian scholars who used to be so elegant and elegant were all here. His true colors have been revealed, and he is scolding the little Han country every time. This is an unpleasant thing to hear.
Jian Yong, Cheng Zi and others who were relatively close to Zhang Fei had always been on the margins. At that time, they had no sense of distance. They came directly to ask around, asking Zhang Fei when he mastered that skill and why he never gave it to him. We mentioned it.
So Ruan Yu endured it for the first time, stood up and took the lead in rushing over, yelling, vowing to snatch away the delicious food made by his idol and enjoy it alone.
There seemed to be no seventh or eighth brother there, just two madmen who were jealous of a piece of fried chicken.
As a result, at some point, Zhen Yan ran over, held the small plate with fried chicken in his hand, and waited for Zhang Fei to put the fried chicken outside.
In order to ensure that the fried chicken is even crispier, Zhang Fei also added the process of re-frying. The strong aroma of oil and meat permeated the entire small courtyard of the Mufu Prefecture, not to mention the men and children brought by the officials. We ourselves are quite greedy.
Immediately afterwards, the fragrant fried chicken came out of the pot. Zhang Fei had just filled the first pot, and before it had cooled down a little, Jian Yong and his team took it all away and brought it to his table.
"You use a lot of them yourself, and you often think of getting some to satisfy your cravings. It's New Year's Eve, no matter what, you have to give the little guy a delicious meal."
Han Hao couldn't bear it at the first sight, and immediately stood up and rushed over. The two civil servants were entangled with Chengzi, a tall and thick man, and unexpectedly got the upper hand. After a while, Jian Yong stood behind the table. Make a group together.
It would be an anecdote from ancient times to the present if an army that eats fried chicken could win against an enemy army that eats porridge and vegetables.
Zhen Yan's expression changed slightly, and she was dumbfounded when she saw Zhang Fei, but before I could react, a small group of officers and scribes with green eyes swarmed down, surrounded me and fought hard for it, and the country yelled. One after another, the scene quickly became chaotic.
Zhang Fei looked at the chaos on Chengzi's side with a smile, and while he was booing in a low voice, asking Xiaojia to grab it together, he was also operating with quick hands and feet. The seventh pot of fried chicken was about to come out of the pot very slowly.
"He's stupid. He wants to solve the problem directly from the source?"
"The seventh pot is broken! Come and grab it! Don't let Zhen Yan snatch it away alone!!!"
The pressure accumulated throughout the year seems to burst out there.
The crispy inner shell of the fried chicken was bitten in an instant, and the aroma of fried carbonated water first filled the entire mouth. The delicious gravy of the fresh and tender chicken burst out immediately, mixing with the aroma of fried carbonated water, forming a sensation that swept through the mouth. And the fragrance bomb in the nasal cavity exploded with a bang.
Even Xun Yu, the most polite and uncultured person, was holding a wine bottle under the table and sipping wine for himself. Then he looked at a group of madmen fighting and fighting with a drunken smile, clapping his hands and laughing.
The first batch of people who went down almost all grabbed a piece of fried chicken. They took a bite and chewed it, and their eyes suddenly lit up.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
"He is a serious person. He fights with these rude people without losing his elegance. He does it for the sake of it."
Zhang Fei chuckled and put all the seventh pot of fried chicken away from the plate in Zhen Yan's hand. Zhen Yan was just happy when Zhang Fei shouted at the top of his voice.
Zhang Fei used the medium-sized salt basin used to cook salt in the salt factory as a tool, poured a small amount of oil out, and wrapped the chicken that had been marinated in salt and sauce for a period of time before using onions and ginger to remove the smell. Layer the flour, pour it into the salt basin one by one, and fry it as soon as it is poured on the ground.
Everyone releases the pressure they have accumulated for a long time, and releases it to their heart's content on that occasion and moment that passes.
Xun Yu is like this, let alone others?
(End of chapter)
