“What a tender chicken.”
“It feels like it melts in your mouth.”
“And the flavor is rich and very tasty.”
Everyone looked at Yang Qian one after another. The meaning was very obvious, giving you a chance to show off.
Yang Gan wiped his hands on his apron.
"I've told you many times that the secret to Kung Pao Chicken is very simple. You pinch the egg whites for the chicken and pat it with a knife a few times before cutting it into cubes."
"Also, when frying, remember to stir the spoon constantly to reduce the juice over high heat."
"What do you serve me every time? The juice can be used to make soup. What I want is Kung Pao Chicken, not Kung Pao Chicken Soup."
After cleaning the pot with a brush, I got some lard and started cooking.
"You see, this is how this dish should be done."
"And the biggest problem you have is that you put too much salt. Sometimes it's better to lower it a little. For people who do physical work, you can add more oil and salt."
“For those who don’t do physical work, less oil and less salt!”
"Also, any meat must be cooked. Don't pursue freshness and tenderness regardless of whether it is raw or cooked, otherwise it will become Splatoon."
"Sir, what is Splatoon!"
Yang Gan turned around and grinned.
"I had diarrhea for three days and three nights, and in the end I even gushed out my drink of water. Do you think this counts as Splatoon?"
"Hi~~~~!"
"horrible!"
"Yes, yes, this person must be beaten to death, no, he must be sprayed to death!"
"Also, can I ask you to give me some snacks while cooking? What was that barbecue you gave me last time?"
"It's not even marinated. All future barbecues, whether you grill them or I grill them myself, must be marinated with secret seasonings before being served!"
"The pickling time must not be less than two hours."
At this time, a cook stood up, his face a little tangled.
"Your Majesty, although there is some autumn feeling now, it is still hot. Sometimes if the meat is marinated for a long time, I am afraid that the meat will spoil."
Yang Gan covered his head and kept shaking his head.
"You have to use your brain when doing things. The weather is hot. When marinating meat, you can put it in the ice cellar."
Everyone suddenly realized that after all, people nowadays do not have the concept of refrigerators.
What Yang Qian didn't expect was that after knowing the magical functions of the ice cellar and getting approval, these cooks directly played tricks on the ice cellar.
After Yang Qian fried several dishes in succession, he washed his hands, left his apron on the chopping board, and looked at the glassware in the corner, with a look of confusion on his face.
"I understand, sir!"
Yang Qian put his hands behind his back and walked outside with a proud face. He was depressed, and it felt good to vent his unhappiness by cooking.
Just when everyone was feasting on the dishes, the sound from outside the door came in.
"After secretly drinking, remember to give me General Lie!"
More than a dozen cooks immediately broke out in a cold sweat. How did the young master know that everyone secretly drank medicinal wine?
Yang Qian does a lot of work in the magic city, and there are some things that you only need to take a quick look at to know what they are about.
Fortunately, I don't feel bad. After all, the precious medicinal wine is stored on Yang Qian's fifth floor or in the warehouse. Those medicinal wines are real materials.
Tiger bones, deer antlers, century-old ginseng, old-year astragalus, century-old Ganoderma lucidum, etc.
Only when Yang Qian is in the mood will he pour a small cup to enjoy himself.
The medicinal wine in the kitchen is just an ordinary thing, and is used as cooking wine on some special dishes, but ordinary people cannot afford to take out the medicinal wine that is very common.
Zhang Yumeng didn't go out to play today. She was lying on the sofa holding a tablet. Suddenly her nose twitched.
"Yang Qian, are you going to cook vegetables again today? Oh, it's okay. I've seen it, and that boy Fujiko Jin doesn't seem to be short-lived."
Yang Qian's face froze slightly, "I also think Fujiko Jin is not a short-lived prime minister."
"Then when are you going to tell Teng Ziyun? She complained to me a few days ago that my little brother hasn't come back for so long. What should I do? By the way, have you told me about Xiao Siyuan?"
Yang Gan rubbed his head with a headache. He had been very frustrated during this period.
"No matter how long you can keep it secret, anyone with a brain should be able to think of something, and I haven't stopped their correspondence. It's not a matter of just one sentence to find out the news."
"Besides, I still support the two of them, and the treatment is pretty good. Just a few gold a month, if I throw it into the common people, it will be enough for a family to have good food and drink for a year or two."
Seeing Yang Qian sitting over, Zhang Yumeng kept sniffing on him like a drug-detecting dog.
"Kung pao chicken, twice-cooked pork, fried garlic sprouts and dried tofu. Where are the dishes?"
Yang Gan curled his lips and said, "Let the cooks eat it, so that they can learn what cooking is."
"You may not know that although my cooking skills are average, I am definitely better than many people in my time here. The only thing missing is a ray of light when I open the lid!"
"Oh, you prodigal son, why did the cooks eat such a good dish? Can't you bring it up to me?"
As autumn gradually approaches, there is a hint of coolness in the wind, and Zhang Yumeng becomes a little more lazy.
"Are you stupid? I have taught the cooks. Their skills have improved. Aren't we the ones who are cheaper?"
Suddenly there was a voice next to me.
It startled the two of them.
"This is the first time I heard that a feudal lord would go to the kitchen to cook for the cook!"
Qingqing's voice rang out.
Yang Qian kept covering his chest, and Zhang Yumeng also had a look of horror on his face.
"Damn it, Qingqing, you can't make any sound when you walk!"
Zhang Yumeng also started to complain.
"I'm going to die. This isn't the first time you've scared me!!!"
Qingqing took a notebook and kept writing.
"I have practiced Qi to the Great Perfection, and the strength of my whole body is integrated into one body. If I don't want to be discovered, you will never notice my existence unless you see me."
After saying that, Qingqing just wrote, not even moving her shoulders.
"Look, besides being able to see me, you can't detect my breath."
The corners of Yang Gan's mouth twitched fiercely. Why is this guy pretending to be invisible like the red-skinned burly man in Guardians of the Galaxy?
It's just that in this situation, Yang Gan also looked frightened. When he noticed, except for a few servants, there was no one at all. Someone suddenly appeared, not only scared him half to death, but also made sarcastic remarks.
"You have perfected your qi practice, you are noble, you are amazing, then I ask you to stop scaring me. I am not over sixteen years old, and I will die very easily."
Qingqing smiled, and instantly the whole room felt like spring flowers were blooming.
"You are laughing your ass off. Don't think you are beautiful. I will not settle the score with you. I am telling you seriously..."
"You boy, you have such a sweet mouth. You are so sweet to my heart every time."
Qingqing smiled sweetly, "I have to keep a note for you all the time. This should be the first time in the world. I heard that Feng Jun cooked for the cook."
Yang Gan waved his hand, "What's the point of cooking? I don't think there's any improvement in the food they cook. You have to improve as a person. Otherwise, if I eat those unpalatable meals every day, I'll be in a bad mood. If I'm in a bad mood, I'll easily feel restless. I’m not happy with what I’m dealing with.”
"You see, there are many truths to the word "eat". These dozen cooks can be said to be involved in the honor and disgrace of the ten counties of Yuntong."
"Okay, you can tell me. If you tell me more, I will record it for you one by one."
Yang Gan was stunned, "Hey, I'm just complaining. You don't have to record everything. This is for future generations to see."
Qingqing ignored it, "You said it yourself, you want future generations to see the real you."
"Yeah, I met someone with a straight gut."
Yang Qian was speechless, but it didn't matter, he still said the same thing, he was just complaining, after all, he was not from this era.
What is recorded in history books is true, and future generations are not qualified to evaluate themselves.
Just when Yang Qian was about to take a good rest and wait for dinner.
Mu Qing hurriedly ran up from the third floor without even using the elevator.
"Yang, Yang Qian, Moshuang called, Teng, Tengzi Jin has been found!"
"bass!"
Yang Gan stood up directly, his face dull.
"What? Say it again!"
"Fujiko Jin, found it!"
Mu Qing's eyes were slightly moist. People outside didn't know, so he didn't know.
Since Fujiko Jin disappeared, Yang Qian almost seemed to have lost his soul.
He didn't even go out for inspections, especially regarding the factory. He only gave orders and didn't even go, avoiding Fujiko Yun.
"Okay, okay, immediately, immediately, let Fujiko Jin come back to me!"
"Tian Zong said that after Tengzi Jin was captured by a small tribe, he was tortured every day and his body was weak. He needed to be raised for a while before coming back. Otherwise, he might not be able to make it back after a long journey."
Yang Gan nodded immediately, looking a little nervous.
"Okay, okay, tell Tian Zong to use the best doctor and the best medicine."
Yang Qian was walking up and down the hall, and suddenly he stopped.
His face was slightly distorted, and he suddenly punched the thick desk.
There was a "stuck" sound.
The entire thick, solid wood desk had been painted a dozen times with lacquer and was directly cut into two pieces.
"Who is it? Who dares to arrest our Xia people!!!"
Mu Qing was also startled by Yang Gan's anger and did not dare to hesitate and immediately handed the official document to him.
Yang Gan took a thick stack of official documents and read them carefully.
He looked at it very carefully. After a while, his fingers holding the official document turned white from the exertion.
"Hahahahaha!!!"
"Yeah!"
"A tribe of only three to four hundred people dares to attack our Xia Kingdom caravan. Who gives them the courage!!!"
"Okay, okay, it's really surprising that there are people from the Xia Kingdom betraying their own people. It's really rare for our Xia Kingdom to have such a bastard."
Yang Gan kept walking back and forth in the hall, his whole body exploded.
"By the way, Zi Jin said, what is he going to do with those Jingjue people? He can kill hundreds of them. I have no shortage of slaves now!"
