I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

After Cheng Yaojin got home, he began to think about it.

He doesn't go to restaurants every day, sometimes or because of other things, he doesn't have time to eat in restaurants.

Alcohol is not a problem, the big deal is to buy it from other restaurants and brothels. Although the quality is not as good, it is still excellent wine.Now the imperial court is hosting a banquet, using this kind of wine.

Food is a big problem.

I sent someone to pack it, and when I had time to eat, the food was already cold. Now that I have an iron pot to heat it up, it is not difficult, but the taste is a little bit worse.

The nine-turn return to the soul that he ate this time gave him some other ideas.

Other dishes can't be cooked by my own chef, but this large intestine... can't be impossible, right?Fatty sausage is not only eaten with the taste of braised in soy sauce, but also the texture and the taste of the sausage itself.

Even if the craftsmanship is not as good as that of the store, it should be no problem to keep the taste of the fat sausage itself...

Thinking of this, Cheng Yaojin made up his mind and went to the pigsty with a knife in hand.

As the Cheng family bought the method of raising pigs, they naturally raised a batch of pigs.

Although Cheng Yaojin was old, but his treasured sword was not old, he shouted at two well-dressed guards and went to the pigsty to pick out a fat piglet.

The pig general with black face and long fangs was so majestic, he slammed left and right, and almost tore down the pig shed.

But four hooves and two teeth are no match for six hands and three swords.

In the end, it ended up with a gut-wrenching ending.

The guard thought it was Cheng Yaojin who wanted to eat pork. Unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin just frowned, pulled out the pig intestines, waved his hand, and gave all the pork to the guard.

Then he ran to the kitchen with the intestines, which were longer than he could have imagined.

Several cooks were flirting with the cook.

Seeing Cheng Yaojin walk in, he shivered in fright.Before they had time to explain, a stench hit them, making them retch.

"Dalang, you are... vomit..." The cook forced himself to speak, but before he could say a word, he couldn't stop retching again.

Cheng Yaojin threw the intestines on the ground, took a few steps back, and exited the kitchen: "You guys find a way to deal with this thing and make it into a pot of appetizers."

"Da Lang, what is this?" The cook raised his sleeves to cover his nose, allowing him to let go of his breath.

Cheng Yaojin said: "This is pig intestines."

Saying that, he paused.

"This thing is edible. I ate a delicacy made of pig intestines in a restaurant today. I just wanted to let you think about it."

"I can't go to restaurants every day, but I'm going to wrong you."

The cooks and cooks shook their heads again and again, saying they didn't dare.

Then I started to think about how to make this thing edible.

Cheng Yaojin didn't leave, he sent someone to move a stool over, and stood at the door of the restaurant, closing his eyes and resting his mind.After raising it for a while, he felt that something was wrong. It happened to be facing the air vent, and the stench kept drilling into his nose.

He changed his position and continued to close his eyes to rest after he could hardly smell the stench.

The backyard of Cheng Mansion.

Cui Shi was flipping through the book, studying how to play mahjong better, when her personal maid ran in in a panic and shouted: "Ma'am, it's not good!"

Cui frowned: "What's wrong, so flustered?"

"Da Lang, he..." The maid held her face, not knowing how to use elegant words to describe it, and after holding it for a long time, she faltered and said: "Da Lang seems to be suffering from hysteria. "

"Cooking those pickles in the kitchen."

Cui was taken aback, put down the book in her hand, and stood up abruptly: "Are you sure?"

The maid Chick nodded as if pecking at rice: "Now the backyard smells like pickles."

Cui hurriedly walked to the door, walked to the door, turned around suddenly, found a piece of silk, covered her nose, and then walked towards the kitchen again.

When he went outside the kitchen, he saw Cheng Yaojin lying on a chair.

Cui walked over and frowned: "Husband, what's going on?" The smell was obvious, but at least Cheng Yaojin didn't do such a nasty thing.This relieved her.

Cheng Yaojin was a little surprised: "Why are you here?"

Mrs. Cui said angrily, "My maid said that you, husband, are cooking those pickles to eat. What's the matter with the stench in the courtyard?"

Cheng Yaojin was taken aback for a moment, then nodded hesitantly: "Actually, it's pretty much the same."

Cui's eyes widened.

It's over, this family can't stay anymore, is there still time to go back to my mother's house?

"I ate a dish in a restaurant today." Cheng Yaojin continued to explain, "The store said it was made with pig intestines. I think it is an excellent appetizer."

"Just thinking about letting my family try to do it."

"If it can be made, it will be better to have dishes to go with the wine before going to the restaurant later."

It turned out to be like this, Cui's heart just tensed up, but she let it go again: "It shouldn't be like this..." She frowned, not knowing how to describe it like this.

Cheng Yaojin laughed and said some good things, Cui couldn't bear the smell and retreated.

Wait until the next day, in front of Suzaku's gate.

Fang Xuanling came over, and asked Cheng Yaojin with great interest: "Yizhen, did you really cook pickles at home yesterday?"

Cheng Yaojin's eyes were as wide as copper bells.

Du Ruhui also came over to joke: "I didn't expect the store to use that thing to cook, and it actually developed Yizhen's unknown side."

"It's just cooking pig intestines." Cheng Yaojin waved his hands, hesitating.He kept saying things like "how is pig intestines a pickle", "it has that taste", "it tastes good if it has that taste", which made the people around laugh.

Cheng Yaojin seems to be in conflict with pig intestines these days.

Make up your mind to figure out a feasible solution, and then take the pig intestines cooked by your cook, visit them one by one, throw the pig intestines on their faces, and then say freely: "Look, I'm just here Study how to make this food."

But...it's quite difficult.

Until Yin Xuan's wedding was approaching, how to effectively get rid of the smell like Yin Xuan did was still quite difficult for his cooks.

Yin Xuan's wedding is approaching.

Although there was no big deal, except for those people in the court, no one else knew that Yin Xuan married a princess, but the atmosphere of the whole Chang'an City gradually changed.

This is most obvious in Huaizhen Square.

From the west gate of Huaizhen Square to the east gate, the whole long street is decorated with red lanterns.

Li Shimin had already sent someone to make gift cakes, and every household in Huaizhen Square who was willing to contribute some happiness was given a dozen red bean cakes.

Three days before the wedding.

The system that thought there would be no movement suddenly jumped out.

"Congratulations to the host on his wedding, the mall is open for a limited time."