Tibet

Chapter 57
In the afternoon, the two rode donkeys to Sanqiao. When they saw the tavern with its gate locked, Zhang Ping sighed, "I really don't want to go back here!"

Li Ye patted him on the shoulder, "Don't say that, this will be your turning point!"

"I hope!" It could be seen that Zhang Ping was not confident.

When I entered the tavern, there were four or five tables and benches in the lobby of the tavern, which were covered with dust, and the chopstick cage was also full of dust.

Zhang Ping said sadly: "Three days after the opening, only five customers came, and they came here for the sake of opening the business. My father watched them eat and drink, and his eyes became a little bit desperate."

"Don't think about these unpleasant things, start a fire and pick vegetables, and help me!"

Li Ye carried a large bag of ingredients and an iron pan into the kitchen. The kitchen was full of iron cooking utensils and pots, but there was no iron pan.

There was also rice with oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and there were some vegetables in the corner, but they were already wilted and yellow. Zhang Ping's mother was afraid of irritating her husband, so she didn't take back everything from the tavern.

Li Ye's father in his previous life was from Sichuan, and he often cooked a few dishes at home. He remembered it very clearly and was very proficient.

One is fish-flavored pork shreds, the other is twice-cooked pork slices, and there is another Kung Pao chicken, as well as mapo tofu, and he will also have some white meat with garlic.

He didn't expect to make a fortune cooking in his life, so he decided to help Xiaopang. He is so tall and fat, with a big head and a thick neck, he just happens to be a chef.

First make fish-flavored shredded pork, which is salty, sweet, sour and spicy, and has a strong aroma of ginger, onion, and garlic.

He didn't buy pork, only venison, and he could only make do with it. The meat in Chang'an is mainly mutton and venison, and there is very little pork. Maybe there are other places, anyway, Li Ye didn't buy it today.

Cut the meat into shreds, mix with rice wine and arrowroot powder.

There are carrots and fungus, but the fungus is very expensive and the cost is too high. In the end, he didn't choose it and used celery with a strange fragrance.

Green peppers are not available in the Tang Dynasty, so they can only be replaced with scallions, then thickened, soy sauce and vinegar, but there is no sugar, maltose powder is used instead, and there is no monosodium glutamate, but there is 醢, 醢 is marinated meat sauce, which is much more delicious than MSG.

Li Ye made the 醢 with fish meat, fish-flavored shredded pork!
Zhang Ping lit the fire and watched intently from the side.

He has never seen Li Ye's set before, so he really can't remember, he scratched his head and said, "Aye, can you write it down!"

"Nonsense! Do you know how to write it down?"

Li Ye glared at him, "This is a mystery that the chef of King Ning's Mansion does not pass on. I have learned it. I will teach you a few more times. You should remember it carefully. These few dishes are enough for you to use for a lifetime."

"You fry, I'll teach you!"

"How to fry?"

"Do you still remember how to practice swords? Chop left, chop right, then pierce, then gouge out, turn the vegetables over, don't use such force, the pot will be split in half by you."

Suddenly remembered something again, Li Ye asked him: "Are you still squatting on horseback to practice sword?"

Zhang Ping nodded, "I persevere every day and never slack off. I think only practicing martial arts can change my life."

“Fried dishes can also be changed!”

Li Ye began to teach him how to adjust the fermented rice, "Remember the portion, don't put too much, yes! One spoonful of fermented rice is enough, adjust the flavor."

"Then start draining the oil, slow down! Slow down! Fat man, did the fire go out?"

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Zhang Ping sat in front of the table blankly, he had never eaten such a delicacy in his life, he almost swallowed it with his tongue.

No wonder Ah Ye said that this is the secret skill of the royal chef, the dish eaten by the emperor!
Li Ye was holding a water glass and staring at the CD on the table speechlessly. In the time he went to the next door to ask for a glass of water, the fat man ate up the plate of fish-flavored shredded pork and didn't save a mouthful for himself.

"Let's do it again, there are still dishes!" Zhang Ping felt a little guilty when he saw Li Ye's stern gaze.

"You do it this time, and I will guide you!"

Zhang Ping picked up the shovel tremblingly. ． ． ． ． ． ．
The hard-fried dishes were ruthlessly thrown away by Li Ye.

"What are you frying? Fish-flavored shredded pork? I think fish-flavored pork shit is about the same. Dogs can't eat it. Who told you to use the meat from the cabinet? How many days have you kept it?"

Li Ye gritted his teeth with hatred and said: "Go and wash the cutting board, it stinks, you know?"

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He was busy until dark, Li Ye cursed so much that his voice was smoky, and he was almost paralyzed from exhaustion, before he finally ate a mouthful of fish-flavored shredded pork that was barely decent.

"Twice-cooked pork will teach you another day, I'm going back."

One of Zhang Ping's best strengths is that he can persevere. Seeing that there are still a lot of ingredients, he said to Li Ye: "You go back and tell my mother that I'm here to clean the room, and I won't go back tonight."

Li Ye stretched out his hand, "Money bag!"

"what?"

"Bring it!"

Zhang Ping dawdled to take out the money bag, but Li Ye snatched it away.

"Without money, those women in the alley can't win your soul. Cook honestly for me. If I am not satisfied with the taste tomorrow morning, don't even think about twice-cooked pork!"

Li Ye walked away.

Zhang Ping took out another piece of broken silver from his pocket, about two dollars. He looked at it for a long time, then sighed, put the broken silver back into his pocket, and went to the kitchen to start cooking again.

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Early the next morning, Li Ye picked up a chopstick of shredded fish-flavored pork at home and chewed it carefully.

Zhang Ping's eyes were bloodshot, and Mung Dou's small eyes stared at Li Ye without blinking.

Li Ye threw the money bag on the table, smiled and nodded, "It's okay!"

Zhang Ping's legs went limp, almost paralyzed, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, and heaved a long sigh of relief.

"Actually, I almost succeeded last night, but I was afraid of forgetting, so I did it over and over again, until I used up all the ingredients."

"It smells so good!"

Pei Sanniang was attracted by the scent, picked up the chopsticks, Li Ye quickly said: "Mother, those are my chopsticks, I have used them before!"

"what is the relationship?"

Pei Sanniang tapped him with the chopsticks, then picked up a chopsticks dish and stuffed it into her mouth, her eyes lit up, "This tastes delicious! It's really delicious, little fat, did you make it?"

Zhang Ping scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "Auntie, Ah Ye taught me this."

Pei Sanniang gave her son a hard look, "Boy, when will you know how to cook?"

"Mother! This is the secret technique of the royal chef of Prince Ning's Mansion. I learned it secretly."

Pei Sanniang didn't care where her son learned it, she only cared about whether she could get it again.

"Hurry up and teach Aunt Mu, we can have a few good meals!"

"I'll teach it another day, mother, you save some for Aunt Mu, don't eat all of it."

Zhang Ping quickly clasped his fists and said, "Don't worry, Auntie, I still have to practice today, and I will bring a big pot back tonight!"

Li Ye suddenly remembered something, coughed and said, "It seems that there is a polo match between Xiaoqiwei today!"

Zhang Ping slapped his forehead, he had already forgotten about it.

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Today there is a polo match between Xiaoqiwei. Jiang and his son from the blacksmith shop are the most loyal fans. They would rather not do business, but go to cheer for the team.

Li Ye knew how to open the warehouse door yesterday, and they gently climbed into the yard from behind the blacksmith shop. The black dog who was dozing in the yard suddenly stood up and stared fiercely at Li Ye who came in over the wall.

But when a piece of delicious meat was thrown in front of it, he could only eat coarse wheat and rice. Where had Black Dog ever eaten such a delicious thing?One piece was not enough to eat the second piece. After eating two pieces, the eyes of the black dog became gentle and grateful.

Li Ye patted its head, smiled and pointed to the warehouse door, and the black dog lay down sensiblely.

'This person has seen it himself, he came to buy things yesterday, he is a bodhisattva! 'The mind of a dog.

Li Ye took out a bunch of keys from under a broken pot on the ground, and opened the iron lock of the warehouse door.

Beckoning to Zhang Ping, the two entered the warehouse in a flash. The black dog turned over, his feet were in the air, his eyes closed slowly, and he began to doze off.

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