Chef [Quick Transmigration]

Zhang Xiaobai, a senior pig farmer in the fairy world, today is also a happy day for raising pigs.

As the crown prince, Qin Ze is quite easy to support. He has no taboos, and he doesn’t even order food. This kind of diner who is easy to fool is the cook’s favorite. Zhang Xiaobai usually doesn’t fool people, but delicate dishes need time to prepare. Qin Ze is anxious. After returning to the palace, he could only stir-fry a few quick dishes for him, and then cooked a bowl of noodles with the broth from the back kitchen.

Qin Ze didn't know the way of cooking, but he had an emperor's tongue, and he knew that the level of the noodles could not keep up with the dishes. He had more essence than pigs. Two dishes were eaten, one was roasted deer tendon, prepared by the restaurant with its own ingredients, and the other was boiled chicken, which was also sent by the restaurant to make up the number.

Zhang Xiaobai was also hungry. He got up early today and only ate a bowl of porridge in the morning. It’s been a long time since noon. Seeing that Qin Ze didn’t eat much noodles, he got up and left again. Qin Ze was a little surprised when he was about to sit down and have a meal with leftovers. He raised his head and stretched out his hand, waiting for the guards to come over to tie him a cape, and asked, "You can eat the food in this restaurant?"

If someone else spoke like this, he would have been beaten to death long ago, that is to say, the guest seemed to have a lot of background, and the face of the waiter next to him was stiff. Zhang Xiaobai took a bite of the noodles, slightly raised his head to look at Qin Ze, and retorted honestly, " This Deweilou started out as a soup noodle shop. The cheapest soup base is made on the stove the night before. This bowl of noodles is the most expensive old soup. The ingredients are very fine. If you eat with your heart, you won’t get anywhere.”

Qin Ze smiled. This is what a child thinks. He doesn't care whether he puts his heart into it. If it doesn't taste good, it doesn't taste good. Isn't there not enough people who want to show their hearts to him?

Qin Ze, who didn't know that he ate a perfunctory meal, didn't care about the child's insistence, but he was a little regretful. If he was a child from an ordinary family, he would definitely take him back to take care of the food. Things are the most unreasonable. A veteran martial artist who has accumulated years may be knocked down by a strong man with brute force. A veteran general who has experienced many battles often becomes a feat by a famous general. The dishes made are not as good as those of a ten-year-old kid, but it's a pity that he can't bring people back to cook.

After Qin Ze left, Zhang Xiaobai sat down and finished eating the noodles, and the leftovers of the two dishes were moved more than half. When he left, he went back to the kitchen to find the master noodle soup chef, and reminded him: "The soup ingredients should be perfect in the first place. , but put a little more cornel, the master remembers that fresh soup is the most spicy, and ordinary customers can’t taste it, and the kind of customers just took a sip and would put it down.”

The master chef had watched him cook in the kitchen before, and wanted to talk to him a few times. Now that he heard something, he nodded quickly and tried it when he was about to make soup. The soup base was passed down from his ancestors. The recipe, the seasoning of cornel, was also passed down from time to time, and this kind of old recipe is generally not dared to change.

Zhang Xiaobai’s point is not too deep. In fact, there are still many flaws in the noodle soup. Although the raw materials of the flour are good, they don’t go well with the soup base. The superfluous dogwood and the noodles kneaded from local flour are the real taste of this bowl of old noodle soup.

Coming out of Dewei Building, Zhang Xiaobai went to Chuchu Lane by the way. The Flower Street in the daytime was not as lively as in the evening, but there were still many customers. A bowl of hot sweet cake is steamed out, and the filling with the aroma of custard is almost flowing out after a bite, the taste is just right.

Around the Qingming Festival, new tea was harvested and dried, and the Dingbei Hou Mansion also started preparations before departure. This time, Meng Lian will not follow. Mrs. Hou has asthma and will stay in Shangjing. The only person who goes to the border is Meng Jue. With Zhang Xiaobai's grandfather and grandson, there are not many things to prepare.

The border is bitterly cold, and it takes a year or two to go there. Winter and summer clothes are all ready. Children like Zhang Xiaobai who are growing up don’t need to bring so many, but bring more good materials. When people come to do it, there are many military dependents living in Beifu City guarded by Meng Jue, and every household can do some needlework.

The most they bring is tea. Most of the land in the border towns is uncultivated, and the imperial court does not open up wasteland too much. They are afraid that when the barbarians come over, it will be too late to harvest. When the land is limited, it must be mainly to grow grain, and the grain will be harvested and then made into dry food. , that is, dry noodles, people can’t bear to eat like this for a long time, so the tea from the south of Dachu is the best-selling hard currency in the border town, and every household will prepare some. Meng Jue is used to drinking medium tea, this thing can’t be done Go to the border town to buy it now, it is so expensive that it will kill you.

Other than that, there are some odds and ends that I promised to bring to other generals. The most expensive thing is a set of clothes. The daughter of the garrison general in Ningcheng is going to get married this year. Because the marriage is a bit wronged, the general's wife took out the private house that she had saved for many years. Tuo Mengjue brought a set of red treasure jewelry from Shangjing.

Meng Jue was a little embarrassed when he mentioned it. Ningcheng and Beifucheng were not far apart. The two cities had watched and helped each other for many years. General Zhou didn’t love his daughter. The head of the family was originally a fellow soldier of General Zhou. Yu Gong died in the battle for the country, and Yu private saved General Zhou's life many times.

The daughter of a military general is difficult to marry, and the junior officials with lower military ranks are not willing to marry. Those who have military power in their hands, learn about the royal draft. The young lady of the military general's family is good-looking. The prince is on the side and serves as the emperor's concubine. Once the Hou's family enters, it is as deep as the sea, and as soon as the palace gate is closed, the parents will raise them for nothing. Therefore, most military generals make marriages when their children are still in the womb, and the marriages are resolved within the army.

Of course, a general like Meng Jue can't bring a few guards to the border when he returns to the border, as if he took office as a county magistrate. The county can solve it together, and the armored soldiers can't let the border to solve it by themselves. These things are strategic materials and must be kept under the eyes of the court.

This year's military demand is huge. There was only one battle last year. Many soldiers died, and many armor and weapons were damaged. Those that cannot be repaired should be reported to the roster, and then they should be recycled and destroyed. Zhang Xiaobai It wasn't until I got on the horse with Meng Jue that I felt a sense of reality.

He originally wanted to live the same life as Meng Lian, a wealthy son in Beijing for 20 years, and half his life in poverty. Once the trajectory of his life was disrupted, things would be hard to tell.

Zhang Xiaobai has ridden a horse before, and Bi Mawen is an enthusiastic monkey. When he passed the racecourse one day picking peaches to make cakes, the monkey enthusiastically pulled him in and taught him how to ride a horse. A bag full of flat peaches was eaten up by monkeys, but he has learned the skill of riding a horse.

Meng Jue prepared a pony for Zhang Xiaobai, but he couldn't ride a pony for long distances. Seeing Zhang Xiaobai's proficient movements, Meng Jue didn't think much about it. Zhang Xiaobai rode.

Departing in the spring, the military supply team saw mountains, circumnavigated mountains, built bridges when they saw water, and it was already early summer when they arrived in Beifu City.

Zhang Xiaobai was a white and thin handsome baby when he went to the capital, and he has become a rather simple country boy all the way down. Because he was exposed to the sun every day, he himself did not feel much change. Meng Jue took him into the city. All the people in the city came to see it, and those who remembered Meng Lou saw Zhang Xiaobai's eyes, and some people started crying on the side of the road.

Zhang Xiaobai had never seen such a scene before, he just entered the city alone with the child, and the army escorting the military supplies had not yet entered the city, but no one paid attention to them. No matter what the people in the city were doing before, seeing Meng Jue and him , they all immediately put down what they were doing, stood on the side of the road watching them, and some people spoke to them, all with reverence and longing, looking at them with eyes, Zhang Xiaobai felt an unspeakable sense of stagnation, he I wanted to say something, I wanted to do something, but in the end, I just followed Meng Jue into the gate of the mansion.

The mansion of the Dingbeihou Mansion in Shangjing was rewarded. The Dingbeihou Mansion in Beifu City is the old mansion built by the Meng family. It is two or three times larger than the mansion in Shangjing. So exquisite, with the unique simplicity of a border town, the waiters... There are no waiters, except for an old steward, that is, the cook and the porter's family. The wife of the cook Zhang Dafu also works as a porter. He, Meng Lian, and two bought maidservants were taken away by Mrs. Hou when they returned to Beijing, and the guards outside were soldiers from Beifu City.

This is the life that Meng Lian has complained about for a long time.

Zhang Xiaobai didn't let Chun'er, who looked dry and skinny, do it, and moved the things he brought into the room one by one. The room he lived in was the one where Meng Lian lived, because he didn't know if the third son would come back, Chun'er They always go to clean it every few days, and it looks clean. Zhang Xiaobai tidied up the room. Meng Lian plans to never come back. There is not much left in the room, that is, some things have not been searched much. Chun'er packed up the books, paper and pens that had been passed on and put them on the desk, neatly.

After tidying up, Zhang Xiaobai looked at the surprisingly large room. There was an open space outside. Three or fifty people practicing martial arts could stand open. When he entered the door just now, he saw a large vegetable field and a large kitchen. The entire Dingbeihou Mansion was like a Words, big!

As a child of the fairy world, it is instinctive to build a palace on the top of a hill. His Xianshan palace is also a big island in the world. The more he lived in Shangjing in the past few years, the more boring he was. When he came to the border town, Zhang Xiaobai was so satisfied.

From today onwards, he is also a master of Dingbeihou's Mansion in Beifu City.