Datang New Giants

Chapter 83 Kung Pao Chicken
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the north wind is strong and the snow is flying heavily. Chang'an City is covered by heavy snow. There are only scattered pedestrians and carriages on the street. In a cold world, however, the kitchen in Cheng's mansion was crowded with people and the sky was full of heat.

Cheng Chumo, Cheng Chuliang, Cheng Chubi, Changsun Chong, Du He, Hou Mingyuan and more than a dozen people, together with the cooks, cooks, and helpers of Cheng's mansion, looked curiously at Lu Ting cooking.

That's right, it's frying. Lu Ting asked Cheng's blacksmith to build a strange iron pot, and asked the mason to build a strange stove in the kitchen. The stove just supported the pot, and the stove was filled with firewood. Lu Ting, the shoveler, was stirring up and down the vegetables in the pot. Every time the iron spatula collided with the pot, it would make a special sound, like some kind of special note, which seduced the hearts of Chang Sun Chong, Cheng Chuliang and others. Living.

What is even more alluring is the aroma of the vegetables. As the vegetables are rolled in the pot, the whole kitchen exudes a strong and attractive aroma.

The chicken was fried in the pot. Lu Ting cut it very small. In his words, it was called diced chicken. The meat that people usually eat is either stewed or roasted. I have never eaten it fried in a strange pot like Lu Ting. It is all chicken, but fried in this pot, it seems that there are some different things in the aroma. Can't tell what it is, but the smell is different.

Seeing that the heat was almost ready, Lu Ting added pre-fried nuts, scallions, pepper, sauce and other ingredients, and the fragrance in the air became stronger this time.

It's a pity that there is no chili or chicken essence, so Lu Ting had to use pepper instead. There should be peanuts, but there are no peanuts at this time, so he had to use nuts instead. There is also nearly a stone of pepper in stock. Cheng Yaojin has fought so many battles, captured and rewarded so much, and his net worth is not ordinary.

A rich man like Chang Sun Chong couldn't help swallowing his saliva, not to mention Hou Mingyuan and Cheng Chubi, two snacks, were drooling and wiping their saliva with their sleeves.

Stir-fry the nuts, scallions and seasonings evenly, almost ready to start the pot, Lu Ting said casually, "Who will taste the saltiness?"

Before everyone could open their mouths, an angry voice sounded: "Come here, old man."

The sound caused Lu Ting to turn his head, only to see Cheng Yaojin striding over, and said with a smile: "The old man is best at tasting salty, come, come, get out of the way."

As soon as he came back, he could smell the aroma of vegetables, and before he got to the kitchen, he heard that Lu Ting was looking for someone to taste salt and light food. Cheng Yaojin was very hungry, so he signed up immediately.

"Aye, you're back."

"Hello, Uncle Cheng."

Everyone saluted one after another, Cheng Chubi seemed to be asking for credit, and danced and said: "Aye, Aye, Brother Lu Ting is making Kung Pao Chicken, and Bi Er wants to eat it too."

"Smelly boy, reading is half as hard as eating, I don't have to suffer from such a headache." Cheng Yaojin patted Cheng Chubi on the head angrily.

Cheng Yaojin deliberately set up his mansion in Wubenfang, just wanting to be a bit more scholarly, so that the old Cheng's family can produce a seed for reading. The eldest and second child had no time to discipline them before, and their brains are flexible enough, so they like to wield knives and guns. There is no hope, the third child is smarter than the two elder brothers since he was a child, so he puts his hopes on the third child, this kid is good, his eyes doze off when he reads a book, his hand hurts when he writes, and he withdraws when asked to recite a book. In other places, Cheng Yaojin was very angry.

Lu Ting put a few pieces on a small plate, and handed over a pair of chopsticks: "Uncle Cheng, please taste the saltiness."

Iron pots did not appear until the Song Dynasty. People in the Tang Dynasty had never eaten dishes fried in iron pots, so they didn’t know how they tasted. It’s better to taste the saltiness first.

"Is this Kung Pao Chicken?" Cheng Yaojin nodded and said, "Isn't it from the palace? I've never heard of it. The name is a bit strange, but the color is not bad. Try it."

While speaking, Cheng Yaojin picked up a piece of chicken with chopsticks, put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times, his eyes lit up, probably because of the small cut, the chicken was very tasty, the meat was smooth and crispy, the aroma of the meat and The aromas of pepper and scallions are perfectly blended together to form a very special and deep layered taste, which immediately conquered Cheng Yaojin.

This taste is completely different from stewing in a pot and roasting with a fire.

"Aye, how does it taste, isn't it delicious?" Cheng Chumo said anxiously.

Hou Mingyuan swallowed his saliva: "Uncle Cheng, don't just eat it, how does it taste?"

"What's the hurry?" Cheng Yaojin glared at them, and said with some dissatisfaction, "How about you, why don't you have a good taste? What's the hurry."

After training the younger generation, Cheng Yaojin shook his head, just when Lu Ting thought he was going to deny it, unexpectedly Cheng Yaojin ate two more pieces, shook his head and said: "I only eat one piece, I can't taste the taste, old man taste a few more piece."

One piece, two pieces, three pieces, four pieces, after eating four pieces in a row, Cheng Yaojin seemed to have not tasted the saltiness yet. Cheng Yaojin grabbed the spatula, made a full plate by himself, and said with a smile: "All the children Wait, the old man has to taste it, taste the saltiness."

It's so delicious, the chicken is smooth and tender, the nuts are crisp, and the scallions are delicious, especially the spicy pepper. It tastes hearty in winter, and Cheng Yaojin can't stop eating.

Said to taste salty, I ate four yuan just now, and the small half plate was gone in a blink of an eye. It seemed like I had to eat all the vegetables in the pot alone. Is there such a salty taste? Hou Mingyuan couldn't bear it anymore Stopped, looked around, picked up a large bowl and spoon, and said loudly while filling it: "Brother Lu Ting, let me help you taste the salt."

Is that okay?

Cheng Chuliang was not stupid, he immediately took a big bowl and filled it: "I'll taste it too"

"I'll try it too."

"Brother Lu Ting, let me taste the saltiness too."

"Brother Lu Ting, I'm the best at tasting salty, I'll help you."

"Ah, don't grab it, Bier wants to taste it too."

When Hou Mingyuan moved, everyone seemed to have received some kind of signal. One by one, they picked up the bowls and spoons and walked towards the pot. Like the disaster victims holding the soup bowl, even Lu Ting was pushed aside.

Lu Ting saw that Cheng Chubi, who was more than three years old, did not grab the shovel and spoon. He was shrewd and took the bowl to scoop it into the pot, filling half of the bowl in one go.

In less than half a stick of incense, a large pot of Kung Pao Chicken was robbed.

I was going to cook, but now it's fine, and I finished eating each one like a meal.

Cheng Yaojin ate a large plate of Kung Pao chicken by himself, looked at the empty pot with some unsatisfactory eyes, patted Lu Ting on the shoulder happily and said: "Yes, nephew, this dish is really delicious, by the way, Kung Pao Chicken Ding, what a strange name, I understand Chicken Ding, what does Kung Pao mean?"

Kung Pao Chicken was created by Ding Baozhen, governor of Shandong and governor of Sichuan in the Qing Dynasty. He has a lot of research on cooking, likes to eat chicken and peanuts, and especially likes spicy food.When he was an official in Shandong, he ordered his chef to improve Shandong cuisine "Sauce fried chicken" into spicy stir-fry. Later, when he was the governor of Sichuan, he popularized this dish and created a dish that combines diced chicken, red pepper, and peanuts. It is a delicacy made by stir-frying in a wok. Because Ding Baozhen ruled Shu for ten years, he was an upright and upright official and made many achievements. He died in office in the 11th year of Guangxu. Call this dish Kung Pao Chicken.

The problem is that Lu Ting can't tell Cheng Yaojin the reason, and he can't explain clearly, so he can only say vaguely: "Uncle Cheng, when I was in Suzhou, I accidentally thought of a knight-errant with a strong spirit and strong martial arts. He traveled all over the world and learned a lot. , know a lot of things, and taught me a lot of things, he taught You Xia Ji and Kung Pao Chicken, and I made them when I was bored."

"A ranger with strong martial arts skills? What is his name and where is his place of origin?" Cheng Yaojin suddenly became interested.

"I asked, but I don't want to tell. I just met him for a few days and then suddenly disappeared." Lu Ting said with some regret: "To tell the truth, Uncle Cheng, I left Suzhou this time because I wanted to find his old man. I don't know if I can do it." See you later."

Arranging an expert who is born out of nothing, even if you want to check it, you can't find it.

Cheng Yaojin comforted: "Some high-ranking people are like this. They like to disappear, and they will meet each other if they are destined. By the way, it is also chicken. Why is the aroma of Kung Pao chicken so strong? It is much more fragrant than stewed in a pot."

In terms of ingredients, the seasonings used by Lu Ting are not new, they are often used by cooks in cooking, but they don't have this special fragrance.

Lu Ting thought for a while and said carefully: "It may be because of the gas in the pot. The heat is enough, and the food and seasoning are well integrated."

For Chinese people, pot gas is very important. In later generations, every household uses a pot to stir-fry, and what they need is the heat and pot gas. In fact, the dishes fried in a pot are obviously much more fragrant.

"Wok Qi, do you have it?" Cheng Yaojin patted Lu Ting with a smile, and said with a big grin: "I ate too fast just now, but I didn't taste it. My nephew will cook more. I have to taste this pot gas." .”

The eyes of Chang Sun Chong, Hou Mingyuan and others who had finished eating at the side lit up, and they all echoed. Cheng Chubi even clapped his hands and said, "Brother Lu Ting, make a chicken, and brother Lu Ting, make a chicken."

Lu Ting: .
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