After I traveled through the book, I was spoiled by five little villains

"My mother draws really well."

Yan Jinyin held the recipe booklet in his arms and couldn't let it go. He looked up at Yan Shiyan who was pouring rapeseed oil into the pottery pan and asked with a smile in his eyes, "Third brother, how long do we have to wait?"

The pottery griddle is a four-legged rectangular utensil used for frying and grilling. There is enough space for charcoal fire at the bottom, and the frying and grilling side is evenly distributed with strip grilles to facilitate the transmission of fire to the upper part for cooking food.

Very clever design.

However, barbecue is not mainstream in Dajing. People prefer to stew soup and stir-fry. There is only one ceramic wok in the entire Princess's Mansion. It was only because Yan Shiyan remembered this that he found it from the warehouse where miscellaneous items were stored.

Seeing that the young masters were very interested, the cooks simply left it alone.

Dinner time is approaching. Do you really expect the Third Young Master to cook dinner here?

However, no matter how good Yan Shiyan's hands-on skills were, he had no experience in cooking.

During those difficult years, the dishes that the children were most skilled at cooking were roasted sweet potatoes or roasted steamed bread slices.

To be able to cook such serious dishes all at once is like going directly from bronze to king.

In order to facilitate grilling, Yan Shiyan used a palace belt to tie up the sleeves of his robe that were hindering his movement. He frowned as he looked at a piece of roasted potato that had slipped in through the gap and was charred, and breathed out through his nose.

It's so easy for my mother to draw, but why is it so difficult for me?

"Fourth sister, please wait a moment."

He answered with a wooden face, feeling angry with Potato in his heart.

There was a wisp of smoke rising from the Shixin Pavilion.

Yan Yuanan placed the brush in his hand on the white glaze pen holder and sniffed it in confusion.

"Huang Xu, do you smell anything?"

Huang Xu put the words Yan Yuanan had just written aside to dry, and said with a smile: "The Third Young Master brought people to the garden to grill with a ceramic pan. He said he was preparing it in advance for the outing."

"I also heard that His Highness drew a recipe and the people in the kitchen were busy for a while. The Fourth Young Lady and the Fifth Young Master were both there."

"So lively."

Yan Yuanan smiled, stood up and stretched his muscles: "Let's go and take a look."

As soon as they reached Shixin Pavilion, the master and servant saw Yan Shiyan struggling with potatoes with a frown on his brow.

The gaps in the grille are not too big, but they are just right for grilling lamb kebabs, but too wide for potatoes.

Huang Xu saw this and hesitated to speak.

"what happened?"

Yan Yuanan tilted his head and asked, "If you have anything to say, just say it."

"Yes."

Huang Xu bowed and said, "When I was in the village, I saw the old man roasting and cooking food on a pottery griddle. If they encountered small pieces like potatoes that were easy to fall off, they would put a thin copper sheet on top."

After hearing what he said, Yan Shiyan slapped his forehead suddenly, looking annoyed: "Ah, I'm too stupid."

Why had he never thought about such a simple question?

I have to pick on potatoes.

His hands were stained with black ash, and after this slap, several black fingerprints appeared on his smooth jade forehead.

Yan Yuanan held back his laughter, pressed down the corners of his lips, took out a handkerchief, and wiped his forehead.

"Not in a hurry."

He soothed Yan Shiyan's emotions with gentle words: "Everyone starts with something they have never done before."

"That's why you made time to practice in advance, right?"

Yan Yuanan's words successfully calmed Yan Shiyan's anxious mood.

Yes, he was too impatient.

I wanted to do this well so badly, I wanted to succeed the first time and give my mother the food she wanted to eat.

At the Dali Temple, he was able to witness the darkest side of human nature, and felt even more sorry for his mother.

With Yan Shiyan's outstanding logic and reasoning ability, it is not difficult to draw a conclusion: he can discover such a cruel truth by occasionally seeing the whole thing, so what about his mother?

As the eldest princess of the current dynasty, isn’t the thing my mother faces an unimaginable abyss of darkness?

Therefore, he couldn't wait to warm her with the touch of human touch.

Too anxious.

Yan Shiyan pursed his lips and reflected on himself. Yan Jinyin had already sent Chun Xing to borrow suitable cooking utensils from the kitchen.

"Third brother, the lamb kebabs are delicious!"

Yan Jinyang held up a skewer of grilled lamb that was dripping with oil. His little mouth was greasy as he ate it, his speech was a little slurred, and he had an innocent smile on his face.

In fact, the mutton skewers were cooked according to the recipe my mother gave me, and the cook skewered them with iron skewers and marinated them with butter in advance.

The charcoal fire is lit, and the grilling steps are carried out according to the instructions on the recipe. My mother even thoughtfully marks how much time each step will take.

All he did was to follow the steps to put the lamb skewers on the fire and roast them.

Where is his credit?

That's why he was even more angry because he couldn't bake the "crusty pot potatoes" that his mother specifically asked for.

But forget it.

Yan Shiyan opened his mouth, but eventually swallowed back what he wanted to say.

Everyone was comforting him in their own way. He was still the third oldest brother, and he couldn't make his younger siblings worry just because he couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart.

Yan Shiyan took the wet wipes handed to him by Gu Yan and wiped his hands, and finally a smile appeared on his face.

"I was too impatient."

He leaned over to look at Yan Jinyang and asked, "Is it really delicious?"

"Ok!"

Yan Jinyang nodded vigorously and brought the remaining piece of mutton skewer to his mouth: "Third brother, try it."

"Eat it yourself."

There was no way Yan Shiyan would try to snatch the food from his fifth brother's mouth.

There were several skewers being roasted on the ceramic pan at the same time, and they were almost cooked.

He brushed it with rapeseed oil according to the recipe, roasted it slightly, brushed it with a layer of honey, and then sprinkled it with chili powder and cumin, a spice brought from the Western Regions.

The second time he roasted, his movements were much more skillful.

The lamb skewers are sizzling on the charcoal fire, and the golden color is revealed with an attractive reddish-brown. The complex aroma of lamb, charcoal fire and spices is wafting in the air, making you salivate.

Yan Jinyang had finished the string in his hand and was eagerly waiting for a new batch.

When I smelled the fragrance, I swallowed hard.

"Third brother, I think this is better than the one just now!" He gave praise generously.

"is it?"

Yan Shiyan curled his lips and distributed the freshly-baked mutton skewers to everyone present, one skewer per person.

"tasty."

Yan Yuanan took it, ate the outermost piece of the mutton skewer in his hand, and praised: "It's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Great cooking."

"It's my mother's recipe that's good."

Yan Shiyan himself tasted good, but he knew in his heart that it was not his credit.

Barbecue is nothing new, but what is rare is my mother’s recipe, which clearly states the steps and seasoning ratios to make it taste so good.

Among the few people, Yan Jinyin's eating style was the most elegant.

She didn't eat it with the skewers, but asked Chuntao to put the grilled meat skewers into the bowl and eat them with chopsticks.

Hearing Yan Shiyan say this, she smiled and said, "Third brother, don't belittle yourself. No matter how good the recipe is, someone has to know how to make it."

"Did you hear that?"

Yan Yuanan agreed: "Fourth sister is absolutely right."