Wei and Jin Cooks

   Chapter 233 Frugal

   Zhao Hanzhang asked the cook to cut the lamb chops into pieces, and cut the **** and green onions.

   She also turned around and asked, "Is there no cooking wine?"

   Chef: "What kind of wine is cooking wine?"

   Zhao Hanzhang turned around and ran, "I'm going to borrow a jar of wine with my uncle."

   Fu Tinghan kindly reminded, "Let's find the fifth uncle."

   Zhao Hanzhang thought it was reasonable, so he went to Zhao Ming's house, but he was looking for the fifth uncle.

   Zhao Hao hadn't seen Zhao Hanzhang for a long time, and when he saw her, he asked with a smile, "When did you come back?"

   "I came back today, Fifth Uncle, I got a new cooker from Wushan, and I want to cook some new dishes for you to try."

Fifth Uncle was not obsessed with food, but he was very satisfied with Zhao Hanzhang's attitude of thinking about him in everything, so he smiled and replied, "Okay, then I will try your new dishes tonight." It's all ready, just one ingredient is missing."

   Zhao Hao suddenly realized his son's feelings, but he still gave Zhao Hanzhang face: "What's missing?"

   "I'm missing a jar of good wine."

   Zhao Hao thought she was going to drink, so he laughed and said: "I haven't given me the dishes yet, so I'll beg for a drink first."

   "No, that dish needs wine to get rid of the fishy smell and adjust the umami."

   Zhao Hao became curious, "What kind of dish is this way?"

   Zhao Hanzhang said: "You will know when I make it. I came here to ask my uncle for a jar of wine. You also know that our family are women and children who don't drink much, so there is no stock at home."

   Zhao Song said generously, "I'll give you a jar."

   He asked someone to bring a jar of wine from the warehouse, which was still a good wine collected by Zhao Ming.

  Zhao Hanzhang opened it and smelled it. It was really fragrant.

   She narrowed her eyes with a smile, and said happily, "Uncle, just wait, when I do it, someone will send it over."

   Zhao Hanzhang ran home with the wine in his arms.

   Wang couldn't help but say: "Just make a dish, and you go to ask people for wine. This jar of wine is more expensive than this whole sheep..."

   Zhao Hanzhang asked the cook to fry the **** and green onions in wine to make it fragrant, then put the blanched lamb chops in and fry them together, then add water and simmer them.

  The air was filled with aroma, and then Mrs. Wang and the cook realized the difference in the new cookware. Stir frying, it smells so good...

   After the lamb chops were stewed and the other dishes were almost ready, Zhao Hanzhang asked the kitchen to fish out the lamb chops, and then divided them into two parts, one for braised and one for sweet and sour.

   "Fry with soybean oil, it's very fragrant." Zhao Hanzhang was standing by and instructing, and the kitchen was waving a big spoon to stir fry.

   Zhao Erlang ran following the fragrance. Seeing that A-Niang and Sister-in-law were both here, he immediately pushed forward, "Sister-in-law, what's so fragrant?"

   Zhao Hanzhang let him see.

   Zhao Erlang saw the sweet and sour lamb chops in the pot and swallowed, "It's delicious, how did you make this?"

   "It's fried," Zhao Hanzhang said with a smile: "There are a lot of things that can be fried, aren't there bean sprouts at home? Take some and stir-fry it, it's better than blanching it in water."

   When the cook heard it, she immediately went to pick up the bean sprouts.

  Since Zhao Hanzhang asked people to grind soy flour mixed with wheat flour to eat, various soy products have been spread from the county yahou's house. In fact, it was popularized from the old house.

   Mrs. Wang knew that her daughter was working hard, and she also knew that she wanted the people under her control to eat better. Seeing that she was still worried about not having vegetables in winter, she had to eat more bean sprouts;

   Folks have less meat, so eat more tofu and other trifles;

She took the initiative to take over the propaganda. Every time a new dish came out of the county government house, she would invite people from the concubines to come to eat. Every now and then, more and more people sprouted bean sprouts. By now, it has basically been It has become a dish that every family prepares in winter.

   Anyway, this is not difficult, even the Wang family will send it.

  The chef fry the bean sprouts, Zhao Hanzhang asked someone to bring the food boxes, each dish was divided in half, packed two large food boxes, and handed it to Uncle Cheng: "You can deliver it yourself."

   Cheng Bo responded and sent him over with two escorts.

   Zhao Ming was sitting at the dining table waiting for his meal, but his father didn't speak, and the servants on the side didn't even dare to serve.

   He couldn't help but raised his head and looked out again, but there was still no one in sight. He couldn't help but say: "Father, Hanzhang may just be talking about..." You can just listen.

   Zhao Ming didn't say the remaining half sentence under his father's gaze.

   "Sanniang isn't that kind of person, isn't it a little late, can you starve to death?"

   Zhao Ming sighed: "Time is precious, my son thinks he can do other things after dinner."

   "Then you do it now, and come over to eat when you're done."

   Zhao Ming stopped talking, he could only sit honestly, he was hungry, how could he have the energy to work?

   Just when Zhao Ming was about to empty his head and enter the meditation stage, the butler smiled and led the three people in, "Master Lang, Lord Dalang, and Sanniang sent someone to deliver the dishes."

   Uncle Cheng bowed his back and bowed, "Master Fifth, our lady asked us to bring new dishes."

   Zhao Hao smiled so much that his brows and eyes curled up, and he glanced at Zhao Ming contentedly, "Bring it up quickly."

   Chengbo asked the two guards to take the food box up, and personally went forward and laid out the dishes one by one.

   Father and son discovered the two new dishes at a glance, because they had never seen them before.

  The distance between the two houses is not very far, and they came here in a carriage, so they are still steaming.

   Zhao Song sandwiched a piece of braised lamb chops, "Is this made by Sanniang?"

   Chengbo bowed and said, "Yes." Sanniang pointed out that what the cook did was roughly equal to what Sanniang did.

   Zhao Song put it in his mouth and ate it.

   Zhao Ming has been waiting quietly. Although this dish is very fragrant, the color is also very dark, so he has been paying attention to his father's eyes.

   Seeing his eyes light up and chewing faster, he stretched out his chopsticks and took a piece of lamb chops and tasted it gracefully.

  Cheng Bo introduced several dishes on the side.

   He was also in the kitchen at the time, and he knew how to make the masters more appetizing.

  Cheng Bo finally introduced the bean sprouts, "This bean sprout dish is also fried, which is different from the previous boiled and boiled dishes. According to the girl, this dish is very crispy and tastes better."

   Zhao Hao didn't do it. In order to save Zhao Hanzhang's face, he was tired of eating bean sprouts. Now he doesn't want to eat it when he sees it.

   Zhao Ming glanced at his father and took the initiative to pick up a chopstick to taste the bean sprouts. After a while, he raised his eyebrows and nodded, "The smell of beans is gone."

   Zhao Song listened, paused and went to clip, "Really?"

After    tasted it, Zhao Song was very happy, "This is not bad, let me tell you how to do it again, and let the cook in my house try it."

   Zhao Ming has put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth and said, "Father, the key is not the cooking skills, but the new cookware of Hanzhang."

   He asked Cheng Bo, "What cookware is so powerful?"

   "It's an iron pot," Cheng Bo said: "I use an iron pot, so it's less battered, and it heats up faster, so it's much easier to use than a stone pot."

   Even using an iron pan is too extravagant.

   Zhao Ming frowned slightly, Zhao Song also felt that it was too extravagant, he swallowed what he was about to say, he waved: "You go back first, I am very happy today, and I also felt her filial piety."

   Chengbo should retire.

   Zhao Song said while picking up the lamb chops to eat: "It's not appropriate to publicize this matter. Now that Xiping County is waiting for a lot of waste, it should be more thrifty."

   Zhao Ming should go.

See you tomorrow

   (end of this chapter)