Food for the people

Lu Jincheng doesn't look like someone who knows how to work, nor does he act like one, but his comprehension ability is excellent, and he knows what to do once Qiao Yu says it.

But after all, he was a distinguished guest at home. Although Qiao Yu was psychologically close to Lu Jincheng a lot, he still couldn't let the distinguished guest do more work, and only asked him to help a little.

Lu Jincheng sat down on the chair, forced the bamboo chair to look like a dragon bed, pinched the garlic cloves with his knuckle fingers, and peeled off the garlic one by one, as if he was peeling something rare. As if, Qiao Yu looked back and found the scene inexplicably pleasing to the eye, and couldn't help but look at it a few more times before starting to get down to business.

After the spices are fried in a hot pot, put the chicken pieces into the pot, add sugar and stir-fry for color, add salt soy sauce and a little sake, stir-fry until the meat is browned, and the meat is fragrant, then add water and simmer, and simmer for about ten minutes. I put two potatoes down, and after stirring a few times, I started to make today's staple food, pasting pancakes.

The dough he kneaded before has almost fermented. Divide it into evenly sized pieces and soak them in water, and then they can be easily pressed into cakes. The palm-sized cakes stick around the iron pot, half on the side of the pot, and half on the soup. inside.

After all are pasted, cover the lid and simmer over low heat until the soup is gone. When the meat is simmered, the pancakes are also ready.

If it's the right size pot, it can be served directly on the table with the pot.

Qiao Yu was not suitable for this, so he had to re-plate the meat and pancakes separately, put them in a bowl and put them on the side of the stove to keep warm, then cleaned the pot after cooking, fried a vinegared cabbage, and grilled it I bought a radish and stewed a pot of smoked duck cabbage soup.

Although the host was an honored guest, the conditions at home were limited, and he couldn't get any delicacies from mountains and seas, so he could only cook some simple ingredients at home, but Qiao Yu's craftsmanship was amazing. Although the ingredients were simple, they were also very delicious. Lu Jincheng couldn't help but look up several times.

When Qiao Yu was cooking, his expression was extremely focused, his movements were crisp and neat, without any sense of procrastination, and his full concentration made people feel that he was doing something very interesting now.

Everyone said that a gentleman stays away from cooking, but Lu Jincheng felt that Qiao Yu's current appearance was very pleasing to the eye.

He didn't pay much attention to what exactly Qiao Yu cooked, until the aroma permeated his nose, and he suddenly felt hungry.

Qiao Yu said to Qiao Ling as if she knew what he was thinking, "Go fetch water and wash your hands, it's time to eat."

Qiao Ling was hungry all afternoon, and his stomach was growling several times. Hearing that he jumped three feet high, he happily went to fetch water from a basin, and then carefully approached Lu Jincheng to ask him to eat.

Seeing his careful look, Lu Jincheng thought it was a bit funny. The older brother was bold and dared to think and act, but the younger brother was reserved by nature, and his temperament was so different that he didn't seem like a real brother anymore.

Of course, Qiao Ling didn't know what he was thinking. If he knew, he might be more cautious in front of him. He didn't know that the person in front of him had already stated his essence and was still nervous, but he didn't know what he was nervous about. The man's face was not vicious, and when facing the two brothers, he often smiled with crooked eyebrows, but when Qiao Ling faced him, he couldn't relax.

Fortunately, Lu Jincheng is a very sensitive person, he can see that Qiao Ling is reserved and unnatural when facing him, and he will not deliberately talk to him, he knows that this will make Qiao Ling feel much more comfortable.

After the two of them finished washing their hands, Qiao Yu had already served all the dishes on the table.

The ground pot chicken in the middle is rich in oil and red sauce, and it is accompanied by a pancake that is half soft and half crispy after soaking up the chicken broth on the side of the pot.The cabbage is green and sour, and the stewed radish is very soft. The smoked duck soup uses the tender and sweet choy sum in the middle of the cabbage. The soup is not a little bit of extra oil, and the soup is milky white.

Although pancakes were used as the staple food, in order to prevent the lack of food, Qiao Yu prepared extra noodles and boiled water to prepare them. If there is not enough food, you can boil the noodles and mix them with chicken broth, and the taste will not be bad.

"It smells so good." Sitting next to his brother, Qiao Ling sniffed softly.

"Eat it as soon as it smells delicious. If you like it, brother will make it for you next time."

After Qiao Yu finished speaking, he picked up the chopsticks and first picked up a piece for Lu Jincheng who was sitting on his right, followed by another piece for Qiao Ling, and finally put a piece in his own bowl.

Lu Jincheng looked at the biggest piece in his bowl, picked it up carefully and took a sip, the meat was fat but not greasy, and the taste was very fragrant.

Qiao Yu also took a sip and thought it tasted good, and gave him another pastry from the bowl next to it.

"Eat it with this, try it."

After all the pancakes were placed in Lu Jincheng's bowl, he suddenly thought of one thing.

The chopsticks he used to pick up food for Mr. Yan seemed to have already been put in his mouth.

On weekdays, he and Qiao Ling were the only ones who had dinner, and the Song family was the only ones who had guests. They were not very particular people, and they didn't care about the unfair chopsticks, so today Qiao Yu suddenly didn't remember.

He quickly raised his head to look at Lu Jincheng, but saw that he didn't seem to notice the problem at all, took a bite of the pancake, and finally smiled: "En, it's really delicious."

That's enough, it seems that he is a not so particular young master, Qiao Yu was very satisfied, and got up to serve everyone soup.

Qiao Yu's prediction was right, he posted a lot of pancakes, but in the end he still didn't have enough to eat, so he went to cook another portion of noodles, which was completely eaten when mixed in the soup.

Qiao Ling's stomach was round after eating, and while rubbing his stomach to promote digestion, he quietly looked at Lu Jincheng.

Lu Jincheng slowly swallowed the last mouthful of noodles, then slowly put down his chopsticks, took the towel that Qiao Yu handed over, and wiped his mouth.

Qiao Ling ate very fast, and his attention was all on the food, so he didn't pay attention to how much this Young Master Yan ate. Seeing his slow look, he only thought that he didn't eat much, and when he finished eating, he cleaned up quickly. Table, take the dishes and chopsticks to rinse.

Lu Jincheng got up to help, but was stopped by Qiao Yu.

"Don't do this, you have already helped a lot today, how about some tea?"

It was getting dark outside, Lu Jincheng said, "It's getting late, let's drink tomorrow."

They made an appointment to go to the carpenter that Lu Jincheng mentioned tomorrow. Qiao Yu nodded and asked, "Then I will take you back?"

Of course, Lu Jincheng didn't need him to send him off. After saying hello, he said goodbye and went home. He let out a sigh of relief when he went out, relieved his stuffed stomach, and then walked slowly towards the house.

After crossing the quiet and deserted West Street, he entered South Street.

There are many dignitaries in South Street, but if you want to say that it is noble, naturally no one is more expensive than Prince Yan's Mansion in South Street City.

Outside Prince Yan's mansion, the lanterns were hung high, against the flamboyant plaque, it looked extraordinarily solemn.

Two guards with knives stood facing each other, tall and straight, like two door gods, guarding the door motionless.

Lu Jincheng walked up the stairs slowly, and the two guards immediately looked over in unison, and after seeing the person clearly, they knelt down in unison, "My lord."

Lu Jincheng hummed, walked through the two and walked into the palace.

Sanchi was walking back and forth in the yard, the soles of his shoes were almost worn out, his face was wrinkled like a bitter melon, it was about to burst into juice, when he saw someone walking through the main room to the backyard, he quickly looked up.

Seeing who it was, Sanqi hurriedly ran to Lu Jincheng's side, and knelt down with a "plop".

"Master, where are you going to take Sanqi next time? If you don't bring Sanqi, Sanqi won't get up."

Obviously the two of them went out together and came back together. Who would have thought that he would take a piss and lose him when he came out? He waited anxiously at home for several hours before he came back. He was so angry that his mouth was about to bubble, and now that he finally got someone, he must have failed to achieve his goal.

He wanted to go up and hug his lord's leg, but Lu Jincheng glanced at him blankly, and immediately retracted his hand in fright, and went on again.

"Just now the empress dowager sent word that she wanted you to go to the palace for dinner, but no one was found anywhere. When Eunuch Li left, she said that the empress dowager was in a bad mood and wanted you to accompany her, but she couldn't find you." Man, when I go to the palace tomorrow, the Empress Dowager will reward her head with Sanqi again."

Since ancient times, companions are like companions to tigers. Although it is not the emperor who is looking for his prince today, but the empress dowager, but the empress dowager dotes on his prince to death. It will be miserable for him, and the queen mother will say that he doesn't even look down on a master.

Sanqi was wronged too, if the master didn't let him see it, there was nothing he could do.

When Lu Jincheng heard that the Empress Dowager summoned him and found no one, he was not in a hurry at all. After kicking Sanqi away who was kneeling on the ground and crying, he ordered someone to go to the palace to answer, saying that he had something to go out just now, and it was getting late now. I'll go see her old man again tomorrow.

Then he threw Sanchi who wanted to hug her thigh, and went into the study alone.

After Sanqi wandered outside for a few laps without being seen by others, she rolled her eyes and thought of a good way to be self-righteous.

He went to the small kitchen and brought a bowl of noodles that the chef of the Wangfu spent the afternoon making.

At noon today, when Sanqi was waiting at the West Street Tavern and saw Lu Jincheng bring two bowls of noodles from outside, he acted like his master had shown kindness and bought him a bowl specially when he saw that he wanted to eat, but it was very difficult. Soon he realized that he was too naive, let alone eating noodles, he didn't even take a sip of the soup, he just smelled it from a distance.

He had never seen his prince eat something so delicious. When he returned to the palace, the first thing he did was ask the cook in the small kitchen to make a bowl of noodles for his prince. Although he still had nothing to eat, But at any rate, he took a sip of the old hen soup used for stewing the soup. The soup was delicious. Sanqi felt that it should be similar to the one his master ate. After all, a roadside stall could not compare to the cook carefully raised by the palace.

With the noodles in hand, Sanqi gained the confidence to find his master, knocked on the door cautiously, did not hear the order from inside to tell him to get away, pushed the door and brought the noodles in.

Lu Jincheng was drawing something on a piece of rice paper, and Sanqi leaned over to take a look, and found that the painting was neither mountains, rivers, nor flowers, birds, fish and insects, but something strange that he couldn't understand at all.

"Master, what are you painting?" Sanqi asked without shame, and put the noodles by Lu Jincheng's hand while asking.

The soup on that side is made from old hens that have been hanging for several hours. The soup is very light in color, with a layer of oily flakes floating on it. The noodles are soaked in it, and the roots are distinct.

Sanqi sniffed silently and swallowed back the saliva.

Lu Jincheng said without raising his head, "Take out the things."

Sanqi was in a fog, still trying to please: "Master, are you talking about this? Try it quickly, the soup made by the cook who hung it all afternoon, it must be better than the street stall. You haven't eaten tonight, you must be hungry."

Not only was Lu Jincheng not hungry, he was also a little bit full.

He put his hands on Sanqi's head, pushed the head that was leaning towards him far away, and then said: "It's so delicious, I'll reward you."

Sanqi's eyes widened, and he pretended to ask: "Master, you really don't want to eat it? Where did you eat it?"

He just asked casually, unexpectedly, when Lu Jincheng heard this, he was stunned for a moment as if thinking about it, and then the corner of his mouth curled up, revealing a meaningful smile.

"What's the matter with you, go out and eat, don't stain my paper."

Sanqi: ...

He didn't talk to their master all afternoon!How come it seems that something extraordinary has happened!