The First Family of Tang Dynasty - Chapter 5 The stove that is not serious at 1 point

　　 In the dream, three old men with white beards appeared, and they were really wearing red, yellow and blue robes. Repeatedly asked Cheng Chubi who he thought was the best. Shengsheng scared Cheng Chubi out of his sleep. Then I realized that the sky was already bright.

　　 After washing, breakfast is still a bowl of rice, a dish of meat sauce, a dish of fish meat, a bowl of soup, and a dish of pickles...

　　 The breakfast at Tang Xungui’s house is like a bowl of rice, with a thick sauce, and Cheng Chubi almost doubts life. Including the fact that there was sauce in the soup, this gave Cheng Chubi the feeling that he had drank miso soup while eating Japanese food.

　　 Born and raised in the southwest, Cheng Chubi, who is addicted to spicy and hemp, can only barely fill his stomach and put down the dishes.

　　 "Brother, are you still ill, why have you eaten so little in the past two days?"

　　 Today, the old Si Cheng Chu, who was ordered to take care of him, slapped his fill, looking at Cheng Chubi, who was sitting on the couch with a dull face.

As a native of Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan, he has chili peppers for meals and Sichuan peppercorns every meal. The first thing every day is to consume a bowl of spicy beef noodles to feel refreshed. If you don’t eat three or five hot pot meals a week, you feel refreshed. The weak hot pot little prince Cheng Chubi waved his hand weakly, his tone of voice filled with lovelessness.

　　 "How do you always do the dishes in the mansion?"

"That's not it? No matter it is inside or outside the house, it is naturally the same, but in the restaurants and restaurants, it will be more refined, just like the Shixianglou that several brothers often go to, where the chefs can It can be regarded as the top three in Chang'an."

　　 "Whether it is steamed, braised, fried, fried, and grilled, the taste is very first-class. Especially his fragrant pork meat, not only the workmanship is exquisite, but the sauce is very delicious."

　　 "Is there any hot pot?" Cheng Chubi sat up and asked expectantly.

　　 "Hot pot, what is that?" Cheng Chucun was deeply confused, and he had never heard of hot pot.

　　 "It doesn't appear to be there." Cheng Chubi went back paralyzed with a look of death.

　　 is not a stew, it is a steamed or boiled meal, which is still the case today, it really makes Cheng Chubi, who is not hot and unhappy, feel that life is better than death.

Traversing, for the self who died in a car accident, this is definitely a chance to rebirth, but when I think that there will be no hot pepper in the future, I will never taste the spicy and intoxicating taste again. This day should be How do you live?

　　 There is no chili, no hot pot, not even stir-fry. The dishes made are either stewed, steamed or boiled. Such a life is so boring and tasteless.

　　 The hot pot is gone, the red and white soup is gone, the stir-fried kidney is gone, the boiled pork slices are gone, the mapo tofu is gone, the spicy chicken is gone, the twice-cooked pork is gone, the red-oiled saliva chicken is gone, the sauerkraut fish is gone...

　　 Cheng Chuliang suddenly heard the sound of drops of water dripping, and subconsciously looked for his reputation. The whole person was stunned, and he saw the clear mouth of the third brother who was leaning on the couch at the moment, dripping onto the cool couch.

　　 "Brother 3, Brother 3? Don't scare me." Cheng Chuliang's face changed suddenly and he shouted in amazement. "Have you had a stroke?"

　　 "???"

　　 Cheng Chubi was completely confused. Wiping the greedy saliva from the corner of his mouth, a carp sat up and shouted with a black face. "What nonsense."

　　 "Brother Brother, you scared me to death. I saw you drooling there in a daze, thinking that..." Cheng Laosi scratched his face with a slightly embarrassing smile and said.

　　 Cheng Chubi snorted, stood up and walked outside the house.

　　 "Three brothers, where are you going?"

　　 "Go to the kitchen and have a look."

　　 "What can I see in the kitchen? Third brother, wait for me." Cheng Laosi, who is two years younger than Cheng Chubi, hurried to keep up.

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　　 "Fourth old, this is the kitchen?" Standing at the door of the kitchen, Cheng Chubi was directly confused. He saw what he saw, and saw a room of simple and beautiful bronze and iron in this very spacious kitchen.

　　 "Yes, this is the kitchen, otherwise there are so many cooking utensils." Cheng Laosi said naturally.

　　 And Cheng Ji, who is a kitchen steward, carefully pleased him. "If Saburo is hungry, just say hello."

　　 "This chef isn't you, isn't it?" Cheng Chubi glanced at the long-necked kitchen steward. He was so thin and his neck was so long, there was nothing like a big chef.

　　 Cheng Ji pointed to the fat-headed, thick-headed middle-aged man with a thick neck and narrow eyes and smiled.

　　 "San Gongzi Yingming, this is the chef Mei of our mansion. He is a celebrity chef who has only recently invited back from the Dengyun Tower in Chang'an. Now the banquet in the mansion is hosted by Chef Mei."

　　 "The villain has seen the third son and the fourth son." Chef Mei respectfully saluted. "I don't know what San Gongzi wants to eat? The villain will cook by himself."

　　 "Wait first, what is this?" Cheng Chubi turned his head and glanced at a bronze ware that he had only glanced at the history museum.

　　 "The third son of Haojiao knows that this object is called ‘鬲’ and it is used to cook grains."

"..." Seeing Cheng Chubi's expression full of curiosity (actually dull), Cheng Ji quickly and enthusiastically introduced him to the various cooking utensils of the Tang Dynasty, such as stoves, tripods, woks, etc.鬲, 甑, cauldron...

　　 As a great minister of the Tang Dynasty, the cooking utensils of the high-end honorable family are naturally beautiful and exquisite. At least they need to be simple and not simple.

　　 Cheng Chubi felt that he was not here specifically to come to the kitchen, but accidentally broke into the kitchen series appliance exhibition hall of the History Museum. The complexity of the mood is beyond words.

　　 But none of these things are familiar to Cheng Chubi, which makes him very melancholy and can't do it himself.

　　 Qiaofu is just embarrassed to cook without rice. I don’t even have a good cookware, so how can I cook a meal? Do you want to starve me to death? God thief!

　　 "By the way, I have a question, where is the stove?" After looking around, I didn't find a stove to make a fire for cooking.

　　 "The stove? The stove is here, and the stove is outside." Cheng Ji, who was billiardly in line with the image of a cook, pointed out with his hands that Cheng Chubi saw a small, classically shaped bronze ware.

　　"..."

　　 went out of the back door of the kitchen and finally saw the stove. There were three large stoves built in the open space behind the kitchen.

　　 This muddy gray pottery stove is rectangular, with a fire wall, a fire door, and a smoke hole behind it.

　　 The three stoves are not small. The largest stove in the middle has six fire holes. There are cauldrons, retorts, pots, etc. on it. There are sheds on it, which should be used to keep out the wind and rain. There are also a few fire blowing sticks made of bamboo.

　　 Cheng Chubi looked so shocked that he couldn't add to it, this kind of cooktop was nothing short of it.

　　 The height of the chimney has not surpassed his head, and there is also the shape of a lying stove. Is this a stove? It is said that the dew-point-shaped kang is almost the same, not serious at all.