Ding Tian's Ancient Life

When Master Du was asked, Ding Tian was also holding his reward, smiling so hard he couldn't see his eyes: "Oh, why are you being so polite? It's just a meal."

With a reward, it proves that the other party does not hold grudges against him, which is a relief.

But when he heard that he was asked to cook the other party's meals in the future, he found it difficult: "My cooking skills are only average, and it's a pity that adults can eat it. Why...why do you want me to do it?"

"I don't know about this either. If you are asked to do it, you can do it." Wang Fugui is easy to talk to: "Our lord... usually won't be angry. Since he asked you to do it, you should do it. You can eat as you usually do. Eat. But I don't quite understand, your food is short of oil and salt, why does he like it so much?"

When I was in the mansion before, the cook's hair was going to be grey. The guy above is picky about what he eats!

Even the imperial chef in the palace was worried about this man, every time he prepared meals, he always prepared the standard ones, and he didn't dare to make any mistakes.

But it's unbelievable that this picky talker was caught by this little prison boss!

"My secret is actually nothing." Ding Tian saw that the new chefs were listening with pricked ears, so he didn't hide it: "You cook for others every day, you must eat big fish and meat, There is no refreshing dish in winter...

"That's not right!" The chef refuted Ding Tian's words: "The little ones are cooking other dishes, it can't be all big fish and big meat..."

"Then you must have used a lot of oil?" Ding Tian asked him.

What skills can the chefs here have?

In a poor place, if you cook in winter, as long as you are a wealthy family, you are used to putting more oil and water... Actually, it is understandable, this place is so cold, if you don’t eat more, don’t store up some fat, how can you survive the severe cold in winter?

It is said that people in Russia will gain weight after the age of 25, no matter whether they are male or female, in fact, it is because it is cold over there, people don't have more fat, and they must be frostbitten.

However, this is for ordinary people. Rich people can also live like this, but who are they?

Look at this posture, you can't see it as an ordinary person!

Can people get used to those big fish, big meat, big oil and big salt?

The first time he ate it was a full meal, the second time he ate it fresh, the third time, and the fourth time... There was no shortage of oil and water in his stomach, so it's no wonder he didn't get tired of eating it like this.

"How do you know...?" The chef was surprised: "But if you don't add more oil, it won't taste good!" In this place, there is nothing you want, and if you don't add more oil and water, how can you eat?

Ding Tian looked at the chef's chubby body: "That's you, not someone else's imperial envoy, the food I cook for the imperial envoy, light and strong, I use salted melon eggs, with pheasant, these two go together Stewed, salty and delicious, with less oil and water; my scrambled eggs with tender leeks have fewer eggs and more leeks. Eggs are expensive in winter, and leeks are grown by myself. It’s okay to fry a plate, and there are no more; spinach I also grow it myself. When I cook, I don’t put much oil. I don’t put salt in the salted melon eggs stewed with pheasants. The salted melon eggs alone are salty enough.

On his table, there was at most a spoonful of lard.

The saltiness is moderate, the meat and vegetables are matched, and the staple food is also whole grains.

Hehehe...Of course I can eat it.

"You still know the taste of adults." Wang Fugui immediately raised his thumbs up: "From now on, I will entrust you with the meals of adults^"

"Actually, the chef can also..." Ding Tian said the mystery here, in fact, he wanted to let the chef understand that this meal can be done in this way.

The chef's eyes really shined... He is a cook, the best cook here, how could he let a prison boss take his job?

How will I meet people in the future?

"No, it's up to you!" Wang Fugui insisted: "You did it. If you lack anything, you can find it in the back kitchen. If you don't have it, you can find me. As long as you can find it, you will find it. Cook the meals for adults well and let him eat them."

"Oh..." Ding Tian wanted to say that he was a cell boss, not a cook.

It's just that a senior official crushes someone to death, not to mention that the other party's official position is many times higher than him.

If you don't want to cook...you have to.

It's just that there are a lot of rewards, so he just...do it, and he can also eat some good food along with it!

So, on the second day, Ding Tian upgraded the food level for the other party: for breakfast, he prepared steamed buns with double noodles, added millet porridge, shredded pickles mixed with sesame oil, and candied garlic pickled in summer.

There is no meat at all for breakfast, and what is barely greasy is the shredded pickles mixed with sesame oil, and there are a lot of shredded green onions in it.

Dinner is rice, hot and sour potato shreds, chicken stewed with mushrooms, and the soup is simple, just mutton soup, the mutton in it is lean shredded mutton, put a lot of pepper and chopped green onion, the chopped green onion is rare A little green onion core in the onion.

In the deadly cold winter, drinking a bowl of mutton soup will warm your whole body.

In fact, Ding Tian boiled a large pot of mutton soup to keep the guards out of the cold, but he scooped up a bowlful of soup from the pot.

After cutting half a bowl of mutton, Wang Zuo's whole body felt warm after eating. After eating, he didn't even want to move.

"He cooked today's meal again?" Wang Zuo asked Wang Fugui.

"Yes, today's meal is also eaten by the servants... It's exactly the same, it's all from a big pot, only the hot and sour potato shreds, he put three plates, one plate for you to eat, one plate for him to eat, and one plate for him to eat. The plate was given to me..." Wang Fugui stood aside and reported: "The stewed chicken with mushrooms is for the servants, and the mutton soup is for the soldiers on guard in the army. Onions..., the staple food is the staple food that prisoners eat today..." 〇,,

To be honest, if it was him, he would not dare to serve such a meal.

"Very good." Wang Zuo was in a better mood: "The work will be over in a few days, and I will write the memorial."

"Yes." Wang Fugui cleaned up the leftovers himself, then opened the windows to let the air out, then closed the doors and windows, and lit a furnace of incense in the room, which was a deserted plum blossom aroma.

Wang Zuo was writing the memorial, and the ins and outs of the matter were clear. Before leaving the capital for 100 million taels, someone had already taken away 20 taels. When it was in the hands of the previous magistrate, another 20 taels of silver was taken away. It is estimated that those above did not expect that a mere magistrate would dare to take away 20 taels of silver.

In the hands of Mr. Du, there were only 20 left. Fortunately, Mr. Du split the 20 taels of silver, a penny, into two halves, and built the county as it is, which is already very good.

But what the imperial court wants is a grand pass, not a small county town!

He still remembered how angry the emperor was when he saw the memorial.

With 100 million taels of silver, a small county town was built, and all the money from the imperial court was pocketed by these moths. These people are not satisfied, and they almost embezzled the merits of the prefect of Du. Fortunately, General Cao It's nearby, and it can be regarded as a fellowship with Du Zhifu, and then through the people of the Ministry of War, they gave the emperor a secret seal.

Let the emperor know about this, but the situation in northern Xinjiang is special, and no one with status can't hold it back, so he was sent by the emperor to Beijing for business.

Unexpectedly, he was captured for the first time in his life, and also met an interesting little prison boss.

When Wang Zuo finished writing the memorial and returned to the bedroom, Wang Fugui had already extinguished the incense, leaving only a faint aftertaste.

"My lord, it's not good for that guy to give you such crude food, right?" Wang Fugui was worried, what if he lost weight in such a crude way?

It's so cold in the north, he has to drink two bowls of mutton soup every day to keep out the cold, the pepper in it is very spicy.

So much so that the smell of mutton soup is always wafting from the big pot in the prison... The mouths of those imprisoned in the prison are salivating.

It's a pity that this food is not for prisoners to eat.

"What's wrong?" Wang Zuo didn't care.

"You are a nobleman anyway, what does he feed you? If the old woman finds out about this, why don't you take our skins?" Wang Fugui couldn't see that those crude foods were always served with his own master. dining table

"It's right for him to do this." Wang Zuo washed his face with hot water, took off his boots, took off his clothes, and soaked his feet in hot water: "He cooks for me every day, but he always cooks in big pots. , who knows which spoon is for me? Which spoon is for the prisoners? Which spoon is for the servants? There are so many things, if anyone wants to tamper with it... it will be difficult .”

Wang Fugui broke out in a cold sweat when he said this: "Could it be... someone else is secretly...?"

Wang Zuo didn't say anything, just read a book by the light for a while, his feet were almost soaked, took them out, Wang Fu wiped his feet with sweat, changed his feet, wrapped them up, got on the kang, and took off his outer robe , fell asleep with the middle clothes on, and naturally Wang Fugui poured out the foot washing water.

Lying under the quilt, Wang Zuo was actually in a very good mood. The words he calculated and said today... are actually just idle and boring, just talking. He just wants to eat something easy to eat.

The cook here is said to be invited from the big restaurant. To be honest, the food he made was okay for the first two meals, but then he got bored. With so much oil, he was not short of oil and water, and he was bored to death.

It's still the little prison boss who can cook, it's light and not lacking in oil and water, it's easy to eat, and the most important thing is that there are still some vegetables!

When Wang Zuo was thinking about Ding Tian, ​​Ding Tian was also thinking about him.

That night, Master Du came to see him specially, and gave him a red envelope of five taels of silver: "It's been hard these few days,

The master said, when the work is over, there must be another thank you! "

"Master Du, we are also acquaintances. I haven't figured it out these days..." Ding Tian took the red envelope unceremoniously, but asked Master Du: "Will the case be tried? Those people in the prison... Eat a lot in one day."

Even if you eat two meals a day, you need more than 200 corn buns, pickles, porridge, stews, etc. Jiusan eats white meat stewed with sauerkraut, less white meat, more sauerkraut... that meal can also How about getting rid of half a tank!

Stewing potatoes with radishes consumes a large bag of potatoes and a large bag of radishes at a time...Even if it is for Wang Zuo's food expenses...the consumption is still very large.

The superiors were handling the case, but they did not allocate money and food to the subordinates. During this time, more than 100 people were imprisoned in Ding Tian's cell... Fortunately, he was paying Wang Zuo's food expenses, otherwise, he could only provide seven days at most. Food..〇

At this time, Ding Tian finally understood why Mr. Ma was desperately holding on to money.

It’s not good if you don’t have money, so many people, raising them, spending money like running water...

"It will be over in three days." Master Du said: "You have to work hard for three more days."

Ding Tian breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, my order is enough for three days."

Master Du laughed loudly: "You are lucky! How many people outside want to see the imperial envoys, but they can't see them. You are good, and you can get rewards."

Ding Tian bared his teeth: "Then do I still have to thank you?"

"Then there's no need^" Master Du told him: "The imperial envoy is very busy these days, and memorials are sent to the capital three times a day^"

Ding Tian stuck out his tongue: "Oh."

There are still three days... He tries to... cook well.

So, on the second day, Wang Zuo’s breakfast was very "northeast-style": Wowotou with Lianghe noodles, sauerkraut soup with big bones, some pepper and chili oil, and green scallions floating on top; pickles are no longer mustard greens The lumps are cut into shreds. It is not salted radish, but pickled coriander root.

This meal, if it was in a farmhouse, would be very common, but it appeared on Wang Zuo's dining table, which made Wang Zuo curious: "The farmhouse is really poor, even the coriander roots... have to be washed and pickled. eat...

So he killed the salty coriander root that was only a small dish.