I'm a Buddhist foster child

Yang Zan was stunned in front of the gatehouse, thinking how he could look directly at such a "dirty" scene without any extravagance and lust in his normal life, Yang Zan subconsciously closed his eyes and wanted to run away.

Yang Jian knew at a glance that the cheapest third brother must have misunderstood him, so he immediately grabbed Yang Zan by the shoulder, pulled him back, and dragged him into the dorm. He laughed cooperatively and said, "Don't run away, the third brother is already If you promise to join forces with Wei brother, how can you escape the battle?"

bang——

Yang Jian dragged Yang Zan into the house, and closed the door with his hands back, because there were curtains hanging all around, once the door was closed, the house looked even more ambiguous and charming.

Although Yang Zan entered the house, he leaned against the door panel tightly. Even though he was the Lord Saburo of Sui Guogong's mansion, he did not have the habit of flying eagles and running dogs or playing prostitutes at all on weekdays. Appearance, stay local.

Yang Jian was just teasing him, in fact, he asked Yang Zan to come in because he wanted to wash off his reputation as a playboy in person, and Yang Jian felt that his reputation could be salvaged.

Yang Jian immediately walked towards the prostitute. The prostitute's gauze was crookedly draped over his body. Seeing Shi Zi approaching, his thin shoulders began to tremble again.

"Crack!" Just when the prostitute was trembling helplessly, Yang Jianyi grasped the prostitute's wrist, and gently spread the prostitute's white and weak palm.Yang Jian's thumb rubbed vaguely along the prostitute's white and tender palm, and the prostitute gave a soft "ah", the voice was soft, like rippling autumn water, lingering.

Yang Zan was leaning against the door panel, at a loss for what to do, but when he heard the shallow cry, his face blushed immediately, and he didn't know where to place his eyes. How could he know that the little bun beside him was only four or five years old, but With a calm and mature face, a pair of round cat eyes are abnormally calm, much more serious than himself, the Lord Saburo...

Yang Jian grabbed the prostitute's hand and looked at it. The prostitute was still blushing, and Yang Jian said, "I don't need a prostitute to serve me..."

The prostitute was still "flirting" with the young master one moment, but she was ruthlessly abandoned the next moment, the prostitute trembled in fright, and immediately begged for mercy.Before he could cry, Yang Jian said, "However, I see that the cocoon in your palm should be more or less handy."

The prostitute's palms are white and tender, but with many thin calluses, one can tell at a glance that she is a child of a poor family, and she has suffered a lot.

The prostitute said repeatedly: "Yes, if you return to the son, the slave, the slave will do the work, and... will also cook the meals, and the slave will cook. Please don't drive the slave out of the house, and give the slave a way to survive." stop!"

Yang Jian finally let go of the prostitute's hand, and said lightly: "Although I don't need a prostitute to serve you, but you can stay in the mansion as a servant, are you willing?"

The prostitute knelt on the ground gratefully, and kowtowed vigorously, afraid that Yang Jian would regret it, and said: "I am willing! I am willing! As long as the son is willing to take me in, I am willing to be a cow or a horse!"

Yang Zan leaned against the door panel vigilantly, thinking that his elder brother was dragging him to "join the ranks" and really dragged him to be happy together, but unexpectedly the situation took a sudden turn and changed his appearance.

Although this prostitute is a man, which rich and powerful family doesn't raise a few beautiful young men as prostitutes?Unexpectedly, the eldest brother, who has always been romantic and affectionate, does not want a prostitute to serve him, but accepts this beautiful prostitute as a servant. It is really rare and strange.

Yang Jian didn't need to say much, looking at the eyes of the third brother, he also knew that his reputation as a playboy had faded a little.It's not a complete whitewash, but at least it made the third brother change.

Yang Jian said to the prostitute, "What's your name?"

The prostitute was a little hesitant, bowed his head and said: "Slave... Slave has no name taboo, just follow the young master's wish, please give the young master a name."

Among the domestic prostitutes, there are also three, six, and nine grades. People who are not good at talking and flattering like prostitutes are afraid that they will not be favored in the doctor's house in the Taifu. It is not surprising that they do not have a name.

Yang Jian thought for a while, and he was not a talented person in Jingzhao. Naming this thing is really troublesome. His heart lit up, and he suddenly raised his lips and smiled and said, "Then call it... corn, how about it?"

corn?

Yang Jian's facial features are correct and reveal a delicate and lonely look, a pair of red phoenix eyes, the black eyes are hidden inside but not exposed, and the inside is hooked and the outside is always full of spring. With such a gentle and affectionate face, for some reason, when he laughs, he always feels "no With good intentions", adding a touch of slyness.Yang Guang, the little bun, somehow feels that the father in front of him seems to be different from the father in the past...

"corn?"

Yang Jian couldn't come up with a name that was too elegant, so he could only think of eating for a while.The delicacies of the Southern and Northern Dynasties have reached a new peak, but corn has not been introduced into the country, and it is impossible to eat it. What kind of corn is delicious, such as pine nut corn, corn roast, popcorn, etc. It's a pity that I can't eat it. It's a pity to think so.In order to make up for this regret, Yang Jian came up with an idea, wouldn't it be great to simply name the prostitute Corn?

Yang Jian just named it casually, but Yang Zan suddenly said, "Corn...Corn? White jade is flawless, Dendrobium rice is like pearls, this name is very elegant."

Yang Jian shook his waist fan away with a clatter, and fanned it lightly, quite elegantly and handsomely, nodded without any shyness, and said with a smile, "It's just like what the third brother said."

After Yang Jian finished talking "without shame", he closed his waist fan again with a snap, and said, "Since the misunderstanding has been resolved, third brother, you came to find a brother, but is it because of a fellow gangster?"

For some reason, Yang Zan recalled the scene of the naked prostitute just now, and hurriedly took two steps forward, opened all the curtains in the house, and the early summer sun shone into the house, covering the house After giving up the fight, Yang Zan let out a sigh of relief.

Yang Zan coughed, stretched his sleeves and sat in front of the large lacquer carving table, and said, "Brother, please ask my younger brother to please my grandfather, but my younger brother has thought of a good idea."

Yang Jian took the little bun and sat down, saying, "What's the best way?"

Yang Zan said a short word - food.

It is well known that Sui Guogong is good at food, many people who want to curry favor with Sui Guogong, what they send is not some beautiful prostitutes, nor gold and silver coins, but delicious food.

Yang Zan said confidently: "Now that my grandfather and my second brother are going to fight, what delicious food can there be here? If the eldest brother can prepare a table banquet on the day of my triumphant return, I will lose all my energy." gone."

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, delicious?That would be great.I have just arrived here, and the current situation is still unclear, but when it comes to cooking, Yang Jian is confident that he sent away the cheap third brother with a pack of crispy noodles.

Yang Jian asked carefully, "I wonder if Grandpa has any favorite flavors?"

Yang Jian thought that if he asked like this, he might lose his horse. After all, Sui Guogong is the father of the original owner. How can there be a son who doesn't know his father's preferences?But Yang Zan wasn't surprised at all, he just said coolly: "Brother Jianri spends his days and nights, and I don't know what grandpa likes, but when I ask my younger brother, I really asked the right person."

Sui Guogong has three sons in total, the eldest is astonishingly intelligent, but he did not keep his heart when he was young, attracting bees and butterflies all day long.The second child is very mature and prudent, but he is very dull and likes to wield knives and guns. Only the third child Yang Zan is a person who knows what is warm and what is hot.

Yang Zan said: "My grandfather likes to eat meat, and he likes duck meat the most. My younger brother heard about it. In the early years, my grandfather ate a duck dish called roast duck. It's a pity that the old man who could cook duck dish had passed away long ago. Duck food has become a unique skill, even if it is the main meal in the palace, the standard meal, the delicacies, the palm, the palm tripod, and the table, there is no way to make authentic duck food."

The main meal in the mouth of the third brother Yang Zan is the doctor of the Ministry of Food, who is the official of the Northern Zhou Dynasty. He is in charge of the emperor's diet and is also in charge of royal banquets; Management; Zhang Ding Zu is responsible for stewing food; Dian Pao is responsible for slaughtering and breeding.

These cooks are responsible for preparing meals for the emperor every day, and they can be said to be the best among cooks. If even these people can't make the duck food that Sui Guogong likes to eat, I'm afraid no one in the world can make it. son.

Duck dishes?

Roast Duck……

After Yang Jian listened, he didn't feel anxious at all, but smiled slightly, his smile was full of determination and confidence, and for a moment there seemed to be radiance in his gentle eyes.

Peking duck originated in the Southern and Northern Dynasties. Among the court delicacies at that time, there was a duck dish, which was the predecessor of Peking duck.This kind of roast duck is roasted with fruit wood charcoal fire. The outer skin of the roast duck is burnt red and bright, and the luster is like red dates.

Speaking of Beijing roast duck, it evolved into two genres in the later stage, namely hanging oven roast duck and braised oven roast duck. Hanging oven roast duck is famous in Quanjude, and braised oven roast duck is famous in Bianyifang.The crispy skin of the hanging oven roast duck and the tender meat of the braised oven roast duck have their own advantages, but no matter which school of roast duck it is, the most authentic old Beijing way of eating is to pay attention to one hundred and eight slices of roast duck, with skin on each piece, dipped in thick Fragrant sweet noodle sauce, sandwiched with two shredded shallots, rolled with white and tender roasted duck cake.The noodle aroma of pancakes, the sauce aroma of sweet noodle sauce, the meat aroma of roast duck, and the fragrance of shredded green onion are mixed together. The layers are distinct, the outside is charred and the inside is tender, and the meat texture is layered. It can be called delicious in the world.

According to Yang Zan's description, the duck dish that Sui Guogong likes to eat is the famous Beijing roast duck in the future?

Yang Zan didn't pay attention to Yang Jian's expression, and continued to say: "If the eldest brother wants to please Grandpa, why not start from now on, and go all over the city to find cooks who have learned this skill of duck food, if or If you are lucky enough to be able to find it, then..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Jian said with a smile: "Why bother to find a cook, it's just a duck dish, even a brother can cook it."

Yang Zan looked at Yang Jian dully, and instantly thought of the crispy, browned, fragrant crispy noodles, and said in shock, "Brother, can you still cook duck dishes?"

Yang Jian said, "You can give it a try."

He said, ignoring Yang Zan's shock, turned to the well-behaved little bun and said, "Does my son like duck?"

The little bun Yang Guang's eyes moved slightly, he just came to the Duke's Mansion, and he still needs to please his father and stabilize his foundation.So he immediately raised up his little face, with a sweet smile on his childish little face, grabbed Yang Jian's robe, and said in a soft voice: "Whatever father and father like to eat, the nest likes to eat! "

Yang Jian couldn't help pinching Xiao Baozi's cheek lightly, thinking...the son is so sweet, he can't be a white-eyed wolf.

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