The First Family of Tang Dynasty

The little guys in the kitchen nodded one after another, and they seemed to agree with these two statements.

"You can insult eggs, but please don't insult the scrambled egg dish." Cheng Chubi's face sank and said flatly.

He seemed to see a thin and rickety back figure, busy in the kitchen, as the oil fume overflowed, the tangy aroma of chopped green onion and eggs seemed to come to his face...

"???"

Chef Mei's face turned black, and he looked at Young Master Cheng with grief and anger. These words are too heartbreaking. I think I am a famous chef in the Chang'an food circle.

If the culinary skills are not good, your Lu Guo Gongfu will pay me a lot of money to invite me to become a chef? Scrambled eggs, the old man has also fried this stuff for nearly ten years anyway, there are not 10,000 dishes but at least three to five thousand dishes. And you, you actually said that I insulted the dish of scrambled eggs?

"Brother Mei, you know what the third son of my family is about, but you have to be steady..."

Cheng Ji, with a long neck, saw the short-necked Chef Mei who was about to blow his lungs. He pointed to his head, and frantically suggested with a wink.

Chef Mei let out a suffocating breath, smiled reluctantly and was about to speak, suddenly his face changed. "Three, why did San Gongzi cry?"

Everyone noticed that Cheng Chubi, who had just been saddened, had red eyes at this moment, and there was sparkling sparkle in his eye sockets.

"Brother, we don't insult the egg anymore, are we going back to the house?" Cheng Laosi leaned forward in shock.

Seeing Cheng Laosi's distorted expression and the frightened look of others, Cheng Chubi was unhappy.

"I'm fine, go, and bring four more eggs. I remember there is vegetable oil in the kitchen. Bring me a can and bring me the copper basin that I washed my face before."

"Three brothers, what are you doing?" Cheng Laosi and the others were all dumbfounded. You can understand when you take eggs and vegetable oil. What does it mean to take a copper basin for washing?

"I know what I'm going to do, so I don't want to go soon." Cheng Chubi said impatiently.

"Okay, you don't have any brains, Third Young Master, you are so stunned, and you don't follow Third Young Master's instructions." Cheng Ji turned his head and blinked frantically.

The staff of Yiqian kitchen understood it, and hurriedly followed the orders of the third son who was about to fall ill to get all kinds of utensils.

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Cheng Chubi first put the cleaned copper basin on the stove. Fortunately, the mouth of the stove is also round, and the size is also suitable when it is placed, but the bottom of the pot is a little flat. Then beat the egg flowers methodically.

He saw that Cheng Chubi poured the oil until the copper basin was burnt and changed color slightly, and then poured the egg liquid into the copper basin around the edge of the copper basin.

Then I carefully turned the copper basin until the egg liquid was tumbling in the hot oil and bubbling, and then I started to gently push the spoon to let the egg liquid all mature, and then use the edge of the copper spoon to cut the solidified egg liquid. .

After that, after sprinkling the tender chives into the copper basin, quickly stir-fry a few times, and then put them in the prepared plate.

Everyone saw a plate of light yellow mixed with emerald green and white, exuding a seductive fragrance.

"It's so fragrant... What kind of delicacy is this, and it's so beautiful." Cheng Lao Si, who had already got to the stove, almost dripped water.

Chef Mei, who was very upset in his heart, stared at the scrambled eggs with delicious colors and flavors, his eyes widened in disbelief.

This completely refreshed his three views and subverted his cognition that he has been engaged in culinary art for more than 30 years.

"No, how can scrambled eggs be so fried?"

"This is called scrambled eggs..." Cheng Chubi smiled triumphantly when he saw the shocking gazes of the people around him. Reach out to the chopsticks next to him, eh? Hey? Hey? …

Cheng Laosi had already acted first, picked up the chopsticks, took a chopstick and sent it to his mouth.

"Hot, wow... so hot... wow, so fragrant, delicious... hot, hot..." Everyone looked at Cheng Laosi, who was leading the way with a grin and a grin. I always feel that this is the one who is crazy.

Uncle Ji also took a bite, and his eyes lit up. "It's so fragrant and so fresh."

"Brother, how did you do it?" Cheng Laosi stuck out his tongue and asked curiously.

The original lively scene suddenly fell silent, and a pair of eyes fell on Cheng Chubi.

Yes, Cheng San Gongzi is like the other masters. If they say that they have a good hand when drinking and playing an axe, they admit it, but they don't know how to cook at all.

Seeing the pair of doubtful Shangqing, Cheng Chubi was displeased. I am a person with a headache. When you ask such questions, don't you treat me as a normal person?

"Could it be that I have three grandpas with white beards in my head?"

Cheng Laoshi was totally fascinated. "Third brother, didn't Grandpa Whitebeard teach you medicine, how can he teach you cooking?"

Cheng Chubi happily. "You asked this question very well. This time I taught my third brother the white beard grandfather in yellow clothes."

"What about the last time?"

"The last time I taught the third brother was the white-bearded grandfather in red."

Cheng Chubi patted the melon seeds of Cheng Lao Si on the head. The bear child is still very useful sometimes. He gave himself several steps and satisfactorily solved the reason why he knew how to cook.

Seeing this satisfied third son, the kitchen staff suddenly became trembling.

Thinking of the three-white-bearded grandfather wearing a red, yellow and blue robe squatting in the head of San Gongzi, I asked you if you were afraid?

At this moment, a servant came to send a message, saying that it was Yuan Tiangang and Sun Simiao who came to visit.

Cheng Chubi glanced helplessly at the eggs he had scrambled, swallowed and left.

At this moment, there was only a large scrambled egg on the plate with green onions on it. Next to it, a few kitchen servants who had brought chopsticks were about to do it.

Chef Mei, who finally came back to his senses, gave an anxious look and stopped with both hands. "Don't move."

"You can try Chef Mei too, it tastes really good." Cheng Ji could only put down his chopsticks unconsciously. At any rate, Chef Mei invited him by himself, so he can't be offended for a bite of eggs.

Chef Mei gave a hum, and picked up a scrambled egg with a serious expression.

First, he carefully examined its fluffy form, and then smelled its fragrance. The moment it was delivered into his mouth, Chef Mei's eyes suddenly stared.

Then he closed his eyes slowly, and his frowned brows stretched out.

The third son added a few drops of rice wine when beating the egg flowers, so that the original smell of the egg itself was also reduced.

The scent of vegetarian oil is light and elegant, and it doesn't make people feel too greasy like animal fat.

The fluffy and tender taste is so pleasing. Without the saltiness of tempeh, the fresh fragrance of eggs and the scent of green onion are fully stimulated.

"Fuck, Chef Mei seems to be crying." The young man on the side tugged at the corner of Cheng Ji's clothes and whispered.

Cheng Ji noticed that at the corner of Chef Mei's closed eyes, a drop of muddy tears was dripping down the corner of his eyes.

Everyone heard the muttering of Chef Mei. "How did he do it? Could it be that Mei's cooking skills that he has worked so hard for decades have been trained on dogs."

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