After dressing as a villain, I am addicted to farming

He laughed dryly, Qu Zhong really didn't know how to answer these words, it was "Qu Zhong" who was to blame, not him.

"Come on, my cousin just happened to take a look, what are you going to do?"

Today's Qu Zhong made Xu Ling very happy. He was smiling all the time from the moment he entered the door, even when he said some jokes, he was kind.

It's not like last year, like a cockfight, it's not pleasing to the eye.

"I brought some good things today, and I plan to make some good things for my grandfather."

In the world of Tianqi Dynasty, there are only Chinese prickly ash and cornel, and most spicy dishes rely on these two things to enhance the taste, but if you eat too much cornel oil, you will feel bland and have no aftertaste.

The last time he went to the ruined temple to pick up a lot of chili peppers, although they were used as seeds, they can also be used for food now.

The two chatted and turned eastward and westward, and Qu Zhong's hands holding things were almost sore, before he walked to the kitchen in the northeast corner.

Sure enough, it is an imperial merchant, and this house is much bigger than their majestic Marquis's mansion.

Even the kitchen, if Qu Zhong came by himself, he would definitely not think it was a place to cook.

"Cousin, is your Gong barrel inlaid with gold?"

Stepping into the kitchen, Qu Zhong's eyes were completely blinded by the rows of silver dishes on the cupboard.

"How do you know that grandma has a golden Gong barrel? I haven't seen it either."

Xu Ling, who had never been in the kitchen before, looked a little unfamiliar, and kept looking around curiously.

Dare to really have...

The speechless Qu Zhong decided not to discuss this issue any further, otherwise he would scold "Qu Zhong" dozens of times in his heart if he asked something serious later.

It's time to prepare for lunch, and the kitchen is a little busy, with many maids washing up.

I don’t know if the founding emperor didn’t have too much appetite. After the founding of the country, there are not even a few delicious dishes. Most of them are steamed. Even if they are fried, they are fried slowly. The good green vegetables are fried yellow People have no appetite.

"Cousin, find someone to beat me up."

Carefully walking around the kitchen while pinching his chin, Qu Zhong had a deep understanding of his skill in chopping vegetables, and he didn't have any hope for the big win that followed suit.

"Okay, Mrs. Liu, find someone to help my cousin."

Instructing one of the women in charge, Xu Ling didn't intend to leave, but followed Qu Zhong with his hands behind his back.

"Yes, sir."

Mrs. Liu waved to a lady with big arms and round waist, and stepped back to the side.

Seeing that he took out many red, black and black things from the box, which seemed to contain bark, Mrs. Liu, who had been in the kitchen for decades, didn't know what it was.

"Go and chop up all the vegetables in the kitchen."

According to Qu Zhong's instructions, a woman in charge of the chopping board cut all the vegetables in the kitchen into thick slices.

Then the chicken that was going to be stewed in the kitchen was also scrambled. It was originally a whole chicken, but it was chopped into small pieces.

Then everyone in the kitchen saw Qu Zhong rolled up his sleeves and began to put half a pot of rapeseed oil in the pot.

When the oil rises a little bit of smoke, brush and pull --- the chopped chicken is put into the pot.

Slowly fried over medium heat, the chicken has a light aroma.

"It's a little fragrant. I didn't expect chicken to be cooked in oil."

Xu Ling inhaled the scent wafting in the air, and slapped himself in the face.

"It's fried, not boiled."

Turning around to correct his cousin, Qu Zhong scooped up the chicken and fried the chopped vegetables in batches.

This action gradually attracted other people in the kitchen, everyone stopped what they were doing to see what Young Master Biao was going to do?

After all the oil was poured over, Qu Zhong began to scoop up the excess oil, leaving only some at the bottom of the pot.

Next, the seasonings he brought appeared.

When the prepared spices were put into the pot, they immediately burst into a choking smell. There was no bean paste, so I put some cornel sauce that I made a while ago.

Swipe-wow--with the turning of the spatula, the fragrance gradually rises.

"Ahem, cough, what kind of smell is this? It's choking, but the smell is really nice."

Xu Ling simply took a step forward, staring closely at the oily and bright red sauce in the pot which was constantly stirring at the bottom of the pot, coughing and staring at it without blinking.

The kitchen is full of smoke from the collision of sauces and oil.

"Cough cough, cough cough." Coughing maids everywhere, some couldn't stand it anymore, covered their noses and rushed out of the kitchen.

"Ha ha."

Looking at everyone's reaction with a smile, Qu Zhong swallowed secretly.

He is a person with a severe spicy taste. He was busy dealing with survival plans a few days ago, but now that he is free, he also thinks about the spicy taste.

If the gods have to get rid of the seven emotions and six desires in order to soar, Qu Zhong feels that he must not be a god, he cares too much about things, and he can't be a true cut off love.

Even the delicacies of this world make him unable to let go.

The chicken is put into the pot, and it is covered with a rich sauce, which makes people's index fingers wide open.

With the addition of vegetables added later, more than a dozen ingredients are wrapped together, and the unique aroma of spicy dry pot comes out.

Stir-fry for a dozen times, and when all the ingredients have evenly turned into a bright oily color, sprinkle with fried white sesame seeds, and stir-fry a few more times, and it can be out of the pan.

"Cousin, pass me a bigger porcelain basin."

This dry pot needs to be put in a large pot, so it tastes delicious, but he didn't have time to prepare a small clay stove. In winter, prepare a stove and cook a hot pot, so the taste will be nothing to mention.

"Oh, is this enough?"

Immersed in the fragrance, swallowing his saliva non-stop, Xu Ling consciously went to the shelf to find a porcelain bowl of soup and handed it to Qu Zhong.

Looking at the porcelain basin filled with colorful ingredients, Xu Ling's clenched fists loosened and then clenched, clenched and then loosened.

"I'll try it first, in case grandpa is not used to it."

As if talking to himself, Xu Ling simply went to find a pair of chopsticks, picked up a small piece of chicken and put it in his mouth.

After chewing twice, the mouth was instantly replaced by the feeling of numbness, and after chewing a few more times, the spicy taste in the mouth rushed straight to the throat.

But the taste of the chicken left at the end is a bit sweet, and the original taste of the chicken is not lost at all because of the spicy taste.

"Ahem, it's so spicy, but it's delicious."

After swallowing the chicken in a hurry, Xu Ling couldn't wait to grab a piece of lotus root from the basin.

Seeing his cousin's cheeks gradually turning red with a smile, Qu Zhong waved his hand, "Come on, let's go to the side hall for dinner."

He has been studying this ingredient for the past few days, just kidding, it will definitely make people unforgettable once they eat it.

"Okay, wait for me, let's go together."

Seeing with reluctance that there were still a lot of ingredients left in the pot, Xu Ling planned to go to the kitchen and take the rest back to the yard after finishing the meal.

He has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he is very hungry. Every time he eats in the living room, he can only eat [-]% full, and when he returns to the courtyard, he will have another meal in the afternoon.

Two young masters in brocade, each holding a large porcelain basin like a washbasin, walked through the corridor to the side hall.

Along the way, the fragrance in the basin caused the passing servants and maids to stop and take two deep breaths.

"Grandfather, I must really like the dishes cooked by my cousin."

After sniffing it to the tip of his nose, Xu Ling told Qu Zhong with certainty.

His cousin gave him several surprises today, if Qu Zhong will always be like this in the future, then he will be very happy to associate with his cousin.

"Hey, it's my cousin, you like it very much, right?"

After crossing the threshold, there were already two tables of people sitting neatly in the hall. Except for the uncle and uncle who went out to do business, the others were divided into two tables for men and women, staring at the two people who came in with basins.

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