Pei Heng wants to eat fish tonight.
Fubai went to the market and bought two big fish and gave them to the cook who sent them.
Seeing this unfamiliar face, Fubai was a little worried: "Brother, are you really going to do it to this person? What if he poisons our governor?"
Fusong glanced at him: "Won't you try to see if it's poisonous first?"
Fu Bai covered his neck, looking as if he was dead and righteous: "It doesn't matter if I die, as long as the master is fine."
Fusong's eyebrows were twitching, "Get out!"
Fubai: "..."
The cook's name was Peng Fu. He got the fish and picked up the sharpened kitchen knife, his hands shaking.
The young lady found him and told him to continue working as a cook. If he followed the young lady, he would not be treated badly, so he followed without thinking.
The young lady asked him to cook fish, and said that he did not need to cook other dishes, as long as the fish was delicious.
Peng Fu had been a cook in the Chengyang Marquis Mansion for many years, and he was very good at cooking fish, but Xu Wanning told him to forget how to cook fish before, learn from her, and cook it to her taste.
After watching it a few times and trying it out a few times, the taste and appearance of Peng Fu's products are almost the same as those made by Xu Wanning.
At noon, someone took him to the Governor's Mansion again and said that he would be the Governor's cook from now on and would specialize in cooking fish for the Governor.
Peng Fu didn't know who the governor was, so Chen Wang patiently explained to him.
It seems that he is the emperor's confidant, right-hand man, etc. He has a very high official position and his family is very rich. Sure enough, Chen Wang didn't lie to him, and Peng Fu planned to take advantage of the extravagance and luxury in the mansion.
It's finally his turn to be rich and wealthy. After working hard for a few years, he can buy a second-class house in Yancheng to retire.
Thank you so much, madam!
Peng Fu's hands were shaking with excitement. After trying to calm down, he started to handle the fish.
He followed Xu Wanning's method and took his time step by step. In the end, he made a pickled fish and fish head stewed with tofu. He tasted the taste first, and it was almost the same as what the young lady made.
The servant quickly took away the two plates of food.
Peng Fu will be fine.
A cook came over and asked, "Are you going to cook fish from now on?"
Peng Fu nodded, "Yes."
"I'm so envious. The master's favorite food is fish. If he brings you to the house, he must like the fish you cook. If the master is at home, he will eat fish. When he is happy, he will reward the cook. , the reward is not just a small amount of money. Brother, I really envy you!"
Peng Fu was very humble, smiling and saying nothing.
He remembered what the young lady reminded him. After arriving at the Governor's Mansion, he had to do more and talk less, and he could even be mute in order to stay. Peng Fu kept these words in mind.
He didn't show it on his face, but he was happy in his heart.
He doesn't need to buy a house with two entrances in Yancheng. He can directly buy a house with three entrances and three exits, all in one step!
Pei Heng asked Fusong to get a bottle of wine.
When he smelled the wine, Pei Heng still missed Lihua Zui.
It's such a pity that the owner of Lihualou is dead and will never be able to drink authentic Lihua drunkenness for the rest of his life.
But fortunately, you can also eat authentic fish.
The fish was served.
Fubai saw the beautiful presentation and smelled the aroma, and his mouth watered before he even started tasting the dishes.
He took his chopsticks and clipped a piece of the fish's tail.
Pei Heng watched him eat.
Fu Bai scooped up another piece of tofu and fish.
Pei Heng still watched him eat.
Fubai put down his chopsticks.
"How?" Pei Heng asked.
Fubai: "It tastes great."
Pei Heng: "...I didn't ask you about the taste, I asked you whether it was poisonous or not."
Fubai, "We have to wait."
Even if it's poisoned, you still have to wait for a quarter of an hour. Why is the master so anxious today?
Pei Heng really couldn't wait any longer. When he saw that he had finished eating, he picked up the chopsticks.
Fubai reminded him: "Lord Governor, it's not time yet."
Pei Heng ignored him and scooped himself a bowl of fish soup, a big bowl full of fish soup.
Then he picked up the bowl and took a sip of the soup.
The taste is very delicious.
But Pei Heng felt something was wrong.
He put the bowl aside, picked up a chopstick of fish meat in the fish soup, put it in his mouth and tasted it. It tasted really good.
Pei Heng ate another piece of pickled fish.
The fish fillets are thinly sliced, and after being boiled, they are chewy and have the sour taste of pickled cabbage. They are sour, spicy, and delicious.
Fubai licked his lower lip, "The fish this chef cooks is really good and delicious."
Fusong rolled his eyes at him.
If you tell me, he has eaten it all, so of course he knows it is delicious.
"Brother, you don't have a good taste." Fubai said proudly, "Are you envious? I eat everything delicious first."
Fusong said nothing and kept a straight face.
Fubai: "..." Even if you don't say anything, I will think you are jealous of me.
"Fusong, come here." Pei Heng put down the bowl and chopsticks and called to Fusong.
Fusong went over and said, "Lord Governor, what are your orders?"
"Sit down." Pei Heng ordered, "Eat vegetables."
Fusong sat down immediately and picked up the dishes.
Fubai's eyes widened when he saw it.
Governor, please don't be so partial.
If it’s no longer poisonous, let me eat it!
Fusong started to eat vegetables. After eating the pickled fish, Pei Heng asked him: "How is it?"
"It's delicious, it tastes very good." Fusong said.
"Try this." Pei Heng pointed to the fish head stewed with tofu.
Fusong scooped up a piece of fish, a few pieces of tofu, and half a bowl of soup.
Pei Heng watched him eat, "How is it?"
Fusong told the truth: "It tastes really good."
"Is there any difference between what we eat in Yancheng?" Pei Heng asked him.
Fusong didn't taste the difference. It was obviously made by the same chef. "I didn't taste the difference. The taste is exactly the same as what I ate in Yancheng."
Pei Heng frowned: "Exactly the same? Why do I think the taste is a little different?"
Fusong thought for a moment: "Maybe the fish are different. The water in Yancheng is different from the water in Beijing. Maybe the meat of the fish is different and the taste is different."
This makes sense.
Pei Heng nodded and called Fu Bai: "Come here."
Fubai is no longer sour, but the master is still impartial. Look, he is now called to the table!
"The Overlord."
Fubai walked over happily and glanced at the table. No dishes or chopsticks?
It doesn't matter, the bowls and chopsticks he was trying to eat were on the side, so he could just take them over and eat.
"Get ready, go to Yancheng immediately and buy some fish. I want them alive." Pei Heng said, "I want to eat them tonight."
Fubai: "..." Didn't you call him to eat?
Going to Yancheng?
Now?
Going on an empty stomach?
Want it tonight?
Fu Bai took the order and went.
Even if life is miserable, it is still so miserable!
Pei Heng looked at the fish that looked the same as the fish he had eaten in Yancheng and had no appetite.
Fu Song could see Pei Heng's dissatisfaction: "Don't worry, Governor, if we use fish from Yancheng, the taste will probably be the same."
Will it be the same?
Pei Heng felt as if he had been tricked, but he couldn't figure out what went wrong.
