Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Fang Xing and Deng Danian fought a few times before they flashed, leaving Deng Danian alone.

"Now paint? How many days do you have to wait?"

When Lin Zhiyuan, the treasurer of Mingyue Tower next door, heard that it was also a restaurant next door, he disdainfully said: "I am riding on Zhuque Street by Mingyue Tower, so don't bother me with such trivial things!"

Fang Xing was very busy, so he hurried back to Fangjiazhuang to inspect the cook sent by Zhu Zhanji.

In the kitchen, Niang Hua was looking at her three colleagues with a little hostility. However, Chunsheng was aggrieved, because he had to test three people, so he had to deal with too many ingredients.

When Fang woke up, he saw the three cooks in relative silence.

In a threesome, one of them must be the boss, and the right to choose is in Fang Xing's hands.

"Mr. Fang, young Bao Xinman, used to work in the palace for a few years, and later..."

The man who was the first to wake up and initiate public relations looked very confident, while the other two were a little aggrieved.

Yes, they used to be an imperial chef, so let's stand aside.

However, Fang Xing was not scared by Bao Xinman's reputation, but instead ordered: "Cook three dishes, one for high school and low one."

The three cooks each went to select the ingredients to make preparations, and the lady of the flower hurriedly moved a chair for Fang Xing.

Sitting on the chair, Fang Xing rubbed his stomach and said, "For this, I haven't eaten lunch yet!"

"Huh!"

It didn't take long for the kitchen to be filled with the smell of cooking and cooking.

Fang Xing kept closing his eyes to rest, thinking about the old dog Huang Yan.

Huang Yan was a close **** of Zhu Di when he lived in the Yan King.

He has traveled to North Korea many times, and his reputation in North Korea is already bad.

Greed, enjoyment, this is the consensus of North Korea towards Huang Yan.

And I heard that this guy seems to have married a wife like a normal person.

Does he have that function?

Thinking of this, Fang Xing couldn't help but smile.

"Master, they are all well."

Fang Xing was fantasizing about Huang Yan's ugly gesture, opened his eyes when he heard the sound, looked at the nine dishes in front of him, and tasted them one by one.

The dishes in front of him were nothing but mutton and poultry. Fang Xing tasted a few mouthfuls of each dish, and then frowned, "The taste is too heavy!"

Bao Xinman rubbed his hands and said: "Small ones can also cook southern dishes, but the meals in the palace have to take care of the tastes of the nobles, which is a bit more important."

The other two cooks also said they would cook southern dishes, and Fang Xing looked at these dishes with a pity: "Then make them again."

"Brother Dehua."

Fang Xing was about to reward these dishes to his family. Seeing Zhu Zhanji was coming, he just admonished: "Come on, look at these dishes."

Zhu Zhanji strode in, and Bao Xinman's hand trembled, almost reaching into the oil pan.

"Everything is done well."

Zhu Zhanji frowned and waved his hand, then sat down, and when he saw the dishes, he asked, "Brother Dehua, is there something wrong with these dishes?"

This kind of dish Zhu Zhanji is from snack to big, so I think there is nothing wrong with it.

Fang Xing said disgustedly: "Look at these dishes, they are all fat and meat, and with so many condiments, they completely lose the original flavor of the food."

Seeing Zhu Zhanji's disapproval, Fang Xing reminded: "According to this way of eating, if things go on like this, sooner or later, this person's body will have problems."

"Brother Dehua..."

Zhu Zhanji knew that Fang Xing had some weird talents, so he hesitated: "If this is the case, then my grandfather..."

Zhu Di himself is a big taste lover, one generation influences one generation, and the princes and grandchildren who eventually eat are full of brains.

Fang Xing didn't dare to take this stubble, so he said vaguely: "Your Majesty is possessed by a god, maybe you will not be harmed by it..."

That's it!

Thinking of Zhu Di's problem with gout, Fang Xing felt that Zhu Zhanji had a tendency to follow in his footsteps.

"Change it."

It happened that the three people's southern dishes were out, and Fang Xing greeted Zhu Zhanji to taste them together.

Tiger skin tofu tastes good, but with more soy sauce, Fang Xing gave a bad review.

"Our restaurant is in the south, so we should put less soy sauce."

Bao Xinman said aggrieved: "Mr. Fang, this dish is very popular with Emperor Taizu Gao!"

Fang Xing raised his head and glanced at him. This glance made Bao Xinman's body cool, and he quickly made up: "Look back and see if there is any good way to improve the taste."

The heat of the white-cut chicken is well controlled, and the meat is tender.

After eating a few dishes, Fang Xing took out a small porcelain bottle and asked Hua Niang to communicate with them.

Hua Niang felt a little depressed today, but now she saw Fang Xing put her in front of the royal kitchen, she immediately said with a smile: "This thing is my young master's secret recipe. If anyone spreads it out, be careful that all the children are unlucky!" "

Seeing Zhu Zhanji sitting there calmly, the three cooks hurriedly nodded, expressing that they would never dared to leak out a little bit.

Fang Xing nodded to Hua Niang, and then took Zhu Zhanji out.

"You all have a good look, Master asked me to teach you how to cook, and it's not allowed to be passed on..."

Hua Niang De Fang Xing’s recipes are taught, and there are a lot of dishes that she can cook, so Fang Xing believes that the three cooks will definitely worship Hua Niang’s pomegranate skirt today...Oh no, it should be under Hua Niang’s spatula. .

Fang Xing was going to ask Hua Niang to train the three of them, and then launch a variety of new dishes in order to get a hit.

At this time, the three people in the kitchen were already shocked by a piece of twice-cooked pork that Niang Hua quickly fried out.

Bao Xinman clamped a piece of slightly rolled meat, looked at it carefully, sniffed it again, and then put it in his mouth.

Delicious!

Bao Xinman chewed carefully, and then looked at the expressions of the two men, shocked in his heart.

"This is……"

Hua Niang raised her head and said: "Twice the cooked meat, and put a little MSG, how about it?"

Bao Xinman said with a little frustration: "It's so delicious, and it's perfect for eating and drinking."

The other two did not have the shelf of Bao Xinman's Royal Kitchen, and they all asked Huaniang for tips on using MSG.

Zhu Zhanji was gnashing his teeth when Hua Niang was very energetic.

When the two arrived at the study, Zhu Zhanji said bitterly: "That old dog Huang Yan, today went forward in front of Grandpa Huang again to slander!"

Fang Xing said peacefully: "As expected, why bother."

Zhu Zhanji played with Fang Xing's homemade globe, disdainfully said: "The old dog said that you and I opened a restaurant on Zhuque Street, worrying about my reputation damage, really loyal!"

Fang Xing scribbled on the paper the formation of the musketeers and asked: "What did your majesty say?"

Now that we can detect Huang Yan's words and deeds~www.readwn.com~, Zhu Di's reaction should also be known.

"Grandpa Huang ignored him."

Zhu Zhanji said triumphantly: "The last sentence came, saying that Taisun also had to experience the sufferings of the people, so that he can govern calmly."

This reaction of Zhu Di is not surprising, because at this time it is not the middle and late Ming dynasty where the literati has the final say, those ‘gentle gentlemen’ are not even cells at this time.

Speaking of this, Zhu Zhanji said depressed: "Huang Yan is deeply trusted by Grandpa Emperor, so I can't shake it at this time!"

Fang Xing said sternly: "So, can you see the evil of rampant in-house servants?"

Even with the existence of role models such as Zheng He, Fang Xing still expressed concern about the intrusion of the **** system's rights.

"After these people were cut with that knife, most of their hearts were distorted. Be careful!" (To be continued.)