Daming Super Daddy

"I used to stay in the back kitchen of a restaurant, so it's no problem to make some side dishes." Zhu Song began to talk nonsense very seriously.

The woman in white stared at Zhu Song for a moment, and then she was blessed, and said: "If that's the case, then I will trouble you, my lord."

"Miss, you are welcome!" Zhu Song arched his hands, then waved to Zhu Zhanji and Zhu Huixun who were behind him, and said, "Xiaoxuan, Huixun, you two go and move the little box we brought here! "

"Okay, Uncle Pine!"

After the initial shock, Zhu Zhanji regained his lively temperament, pulled Zhu Huixun and ran away.

At this time, the woman in white said: "Uncle Luo, there are some simple kitchen utensils such as rice noodles and pots in our cabin, you all move them out!"

"Yes!"

The attendants of the woman in white all started to get busy.

On the other side, Zhu Song was not idle either. He picked up a few larger pebbles and some dry firewood, then dug a small hole, put pebbles on it, and made a simple small stove.

Zhu Huixun and Zhu Zhanji, the two little guys dutifully moved the little box to Zhu Song's side. Although the little box was not big, it was very heavy!

Zhu Zhanji has heard of his uncle, who eats, drinks, cheats, cheats, and has done everything. He is just such a master. The viciousness of the past few days is enough to surprise him. How can he still learn? Are you cooking?impossible?

Now that there is no one around, Zhu Zhanji, who wanted to ask Zhu Song just now, finally couldn't help it, and said, "Uncle Song, you, do you really know how to cook?"

Zhu Song took the box over and said, "Why, can't I know how to cook?"

"Oh!" Zhu Huixun still couldn't believe it.

Zhu Song didn't explain, but directly opened the box in his hand.

Oh, there are quite a lot of things in the small box, not to mention the necessary kitchen knives and small shovels, there are also some airtight containers of different sizes and shapes inside, which seem to be used to hold seasonings.

In addition, there were a few fist-sized small jars inside, and there was a rattling sound from the small jars, which seemed to be some kind of liquid.

"Young master, these are the things in our cabin, can you see if they can be used?"

At this time, the middle-aged man came over with two other young men. They were holding iron pans or small pots of oil in their hands... Anyway, there were all kinds of things, including some kitchen utensils and a few other things. Simple vegetables.

However, depending on the degree of wear and tear of the kitchen utensils, it should be infrequently used.

"It's useful, but it's a great help!"

It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, and Zhu Song is about to catch two more fish. Now that he has kitchen utensils and vegetables, it will save trouble.

Everything is ready, all that is left is to light the fire and cook.

"Uncle Song, let me light a fire for you!" Zhu Huixun volunteered and pulled out the fire folder from the small box to light the fire.

Zhu Song was taken aback, and said to himself: My little ancestor, Zhang Xuan slipped and fell into the water just now, it's troublesome enough, if you burn yourself by the fire, then you'll have a lot of fun.

At that time, it will really be full of fire and water!

"Okay, let's go play with Xiaoxuan!"

Snatching the fire folder from Zhu Huixun's hand, he sent the two little guys to play while Zhu Song squatted down by himself, and started to light the simple stove.

It has to be said that Zhu Song's field survival skills trained as a bodyguard in his previous life were good. It was easy for him to start a fire.

Ok, let's start!

Zhu Song nodded in satisfaction, rolled up his sleeves, threw off his arms, and began to work hard.

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Just as Zhu Song was sweating profusely in front of the small stove, on the other side, Xiao Xiangxiang, the maid of the woman in white, had already started talking to the two little guys.

It seems that the little maid is still full of resentment for meeting Zhu Song and the others. She wants to get to the bottom of it, and she plans to wait for an opportunity to get revenge!

However, although Zhu Huixun is very nervous, he is definitely not stupid. In addition, there is Zhu Zhanji, who is a monkey spirit, and the little girl didn't get a word out, and Zhu Zhanji almost caught the woman in white identity of.

Half an hour passed unknowingly, when the two little guys were about to faint from hunger, bursts of fragrance suddenly came from the direction of the small stove.

The two little guys raised their noses and said almost in unison: "Wow! It smells so good!"

Xiao Xiangxiang's eyes were also shining, she swung Qiong's nose, sniffed vigorously, and said: "What is so fragrant, could it be..."

Just when the big one and the two little ones were so hungry because of the aroma, they saw Zhu Song walking over with three big dishes on the lid of a small box.

Everyone took a few steps forward, staring into the three large plates one by one with big eyes.

When they saw the three dishes, they were suddenly surprised, because they had never seen any of the three dishes!

"Wow! Uncle Song, you, you really know how to cook!"

Among the crowd, the one who reacted the most was Zhu Zhanji. This little guy leaned in front of Zhu Song, looking at the three plates of fragrant dishes, his voice was full of inconceivable meaning.

That's right, I'm raising you little oil bottles, maybe when I live in the wild, I don't know how to cook, so why don't you both starve to death?

Zhu Song rolled his eyes, simply ignored Zhu Huixun, looked at the woman in white, and said, "Miss, the reception is not good!"

Chapter No.17 is all about food

There are three dishes, one is maroon shredded pork, covered with green and white shredded green onions; A pancake like a pancake.

"Huh? The style of these dishes is so strange?" The woman in white was a little surprised when she looked at the three dishes.

Based on her family background, the cooks in the house are no worse than the imperial cooks in the palace. Even she was surprised by the dishes, which shows that these few dishes are rare.

Zhu Song smiled, took out a pair of chopsticks, and said, "It's a bit weird, but the taste should be pretty good, miss, please try it!"

The woman in white is not so perfunctory. Hearing Zhu Song's words, he didn't move his chopsticks in a hurry, but looked at Zhu Song with a little curiosity, and said, "My lord, can you tell me the names of these dishes?"

"Why not?" Zhu Song nodded, pointing to the plate of fish and said, "This is pan-fried grass carp."

Then he pointed to the appetizing plate of shredded pork and said, "This is shredded pork with sauce."

Finally, pointing to the pancake-like pasta, he said, "This last dish is called scallion pancake!"

"Fried grass carp, fried shredded pork with sauce, scallion pancakes." The woman in white repeated the reading in a low voice, a smile suddenly appeared on her pretty face that made even Baihua feel sad, and said: "Young master, the names of these dishes are not only appropriate but also really interesting. !"

Zhu Song was startled by the smiling face of the woman in white at first, and felt somewhat embarrassed after hearing her words.

These dishes are all the recipes he plagiarized from later generations, and the habit he has developed for a long time as a bodyguard makes him not have much confidence in the taste of the dishes he cooks, anyway, he can eat them anyway.

The woman in white didn't care about Zhu Song's performance, but stretched out her jade hand to pick up the bamboo chopsticks, and put a piece of maroon shredded meat into her mouth.

After chewing lightly, the woman in white had bright eyes, and praised: "This dish is sweet but not greasy, and the sauce is rich. It's not bad, it's not bad."

In these years, although the Ming Dynasty has long lost the dislike of pork as in the Tang and Song Dynasties, Zhu Song still chooses beef for this plate of shredded pork with sauce.