Daqin: Five-year-old grandson of the emperor, put his own father in prison

"My minister agrees."

"Ok!"

Qin Shihuang narrowed his eyes, and there was a faint murderous flow in his eyes.

Margot!

These remnants of the Six Kingdoms just refuse to give up, they just want to restore the country, and they just want to kill the widows!

From time to time, he jumped out like a fly and jumped up and down.

I'm so annoying.

Ying Zheng is waiting to finalize a plan with his courtiers.

At this moment, a guard quickly came to Ying Zheng's side and whispered something in his ear.

Ying Zheng stared, stood up immediately, ran out in a hurry, turned around and said:

"Dear dear friends, the remnants of the Six Kingdoms should be dealt with in advance. I still have other important and private matters to deal with. You go back and adjourn the meeting."

Li Si and other ministers watched Qin Shihuang as if rushing to reincarnate, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

All of a sudden, the big guys peeped at each other, a little confused.

"Is there any personal matter that can be bigger than the chaos caused by the remnants of the Six Kingdoms?"

"Could it be that His Majesty's concubine gave birth again!?"

"No, His Majesty always puts state affairs first. Even if the concubine gives birth to a child, she will not run away in the middle of the meeting."

Can't understand, can't understand.

The ministers of Li Si were all very curious, what important private matter did His Majesty encounter that could be more urgent than the state affairs?

"Hurry up, hurry up," Qin Shihuang was sitting on a dragon chariot, urging his husband to run as fast as he could.

"This brat always likes to eat alone. If you don't hurry up, the widow won't even be able to get the soup."

It turned out that Ying Zheng was in such a hurry purely for food!

Just now the guard reported that His Royal Highness Ying Mu moved a strange thing into the kitchen, and it seemed that he wanted to make some delicious food.

Ying Zheng couldn't sit still for an instant.

paralyzed.

This little brat does it every time.

There are delicious ones, but I don’t know how to share them with my grandpa.

Not respecting the old and loving the young at all.

The widow has to find a teacher for Mu'er in the future, and brainwash her well... um no,

Educate him well to learn the good virtue of respecting the elderly.

It was so happily decided... Qin Shihuang sat in the dragon chariot, the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

"What the hell, haven't you guys eaten yet? Turtles can crawl faster than you. If you dare to delay my important affairs, I will chop off your heads. Believe it or not." Hearing Qin Shihuang swearing at people, those few imperial husbands were scared to pee. With enough energy, he ran wildly, wishing his parents would give him a few more legs.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha!"

Ying Mu sneezed twice in a row, and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

He looked outside vigilantly.

"It can't be such a coincidence, can it? The old man should be dealing with political affairs in Zhangtai Palace at this moment, and he is so dizzy."

"Should be fine."

Ying Mu murmured to comfort himself.

Because Daqin didn't have any vegetable oil, Yingmu spent a lot of time frying a large bowl of lard in an iron pan, so he could make do with it.

Then get out some ingredients from the storage space of the system, wash them, cut them and prepare them properly, and now we start cooking.

(No promise) He plans to make a few home-cooked stir-fries today:

Kung Pao Chicken, Chili Stir-fried Pork, Garlic Chinese Cabbage, Tomato and Egg Soup.

Three dishes and one soup, no extravagance, very nice.

Although Ying Mugui is the emperor's grandson at this time, he still maintains the frugal habits of his previous life and doesn't like the extravagant aristocratic style.

If it is according to the eating method of the nobles of the Great Qin Dynasty, it would be embarrassing to eat without eighteen or twenty dishes for a meal

But the dishes are more boring.

Such as boiled vegetables, boiled meat, barbecue, steamed meat, etc... forever...

Anyway, the food culture of the Qin Dynasty consisted of these tricks: boiled, steamed, and grilled.

Gone.

The eight famous cuisines of later generations have not even been born.

At this time, beside Ying Mu, there were still a few servants standing in a daze,

They are all imperial cooks in the palace, ready to help.

But at this moment, they stood like a log, all of them were too shocked to speak!

Chapter 198: Is it so outrageous?Ying Zheng couldn't wait! (Please subscribe for support)

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In Daqin, it is not easy to become an imperial chef in the palace.

Several basic conditions must be met, such as:

Honest and honest, with a clean net worth, possessing the most superb culinary skills in this era, preferably unique skills.

When it's over, they have to compete for posts and get selected from tens of millions of people.

It can be said that in terms of food alone, every imperial chef is proud and proud.

but at this moment,

When they witnessed the process of the little emperor's grandson cooking.

The arrogance and self-confidence in my heart all collapsed!

"The forehead thud obediently, is there still such an operation?"

"It turns out that besides steaming, boiling, and roasting, there is a fourth way of cooking in this world!"

"Damn it, how can your highness be so smart and come up with such an ingenious method?

"Fortunately, Your Highness is not a professional chef, otherwise we would all be unemployed?"

These imperial chefs were dumbfounded, and they were dumbfounded, and they were so admired.

If it weren't for the noble status of the little highness, they might all have been sullen and apprenticed on the spot.

"Your Majesty is here, you don't need to be polite, don't make any noise, or you will cut off 290 heads!"

A few guards in Jinyi sneaked in first and greeted the servants in Yingmu's mansion.

Then Ying Zheng hurriedly slipped in the door.

The main reason is that in order to eat alone, the little emperor's grandson even arranged for his servants to guard against Qin Shihuang like thieves.

That's why Ying Zheng had no choice but to adopt this strategy - get rid of your servants before the widows enter the door, let's see how you guard against it?

"Where is the little grandson?"

Ying Zheng looked around with wide-eyed eyes, very worried that he would be a step late, so paralyzed that he even lost the soup.

Originally in history, Ying Zheng was a senior foodie, and rice crust helmets, which are similar to the later generations of Roujiamo, were one of his favorite dishes.

But since I tasted the hot pot and braised pork made by the little Huangsun.

Ying Zheng is numb.

What the hell are those so-called rare delicacies in the palace? !

Ying Zheng even had a feeling that he used to live in a pigsty, eating pig food every day, and felt that it was rare in the world to hear it.

Ashamed, ashamed.

What makes Ying Zheng even more angry is that,

Then he secretly summoned the best imperial cooks in the palace, trying to copy the hot pot and braised pork of the little emperor's grandson.

However, after half a month of research, this group of wastes couldn't cook a single hair of braised pork except for a bunch of horrible dark dishes.

Ying Zheng was also convinced.

If it weren't for the amazing culinary skills of the little emperor's grandson, it might have something to do with his fairy fate in his dream, which can only be met but not forced.

Yingzheng even considered arresting the little grandson and letting him cook for himself every day, wouldn't it be great?

"Your Majesty, Your Highness is in the kitchen, just about to cook."

Hearing the guard's report, Ying Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

It's okay, it's okay, the widow is not late.

"The widow secretly went over to have a look, so please take care of the servants and don't say anything."

Curious, Ying Zheng sneaked out of the kitchen and poked out half of his head to look inside.

"Well, what is that? The widow has never seen it before!"

Yingzheng saw that the little Huangsun was holding a small wooden shovel and standing on a strange round and sunken ironware. The people of the Qin Dynasty did not know how to cook, mainly because the tripod is not easy to transfer heat, and it is not easy to control the heat. The iron pot is much simpler and more convenient. up.

Yingmu first heats up the pan, pours the lard, and then adds chili, onion, garlic, ginger and other ingredients.

In an instant, a rich fragrance burst out and filled the air.

Fuck it, dig grass!

Nima, could this be the legendary fairy art?

Qin Shihuang was stunned, and the royal cooks, guards, and servants present were also dumbfounded.

According to Qin Chao's cooking techniques, only barbecue can maximize the original fragrance of the ingredients.

It was also the first time for everyone to see Yingmu's method of making incense, so they naturally felt that it was amazing if they didn't know it.

All the people present moved their noses, and greedily inhaled the aroma in the air. They wished they could have a bowl of millet rice, and they could eat a big bowl with just the air.

"My dear, it turns out that this brat's delicious food actually requires the use of fairy arts!

No wonder those useless royal chefs couldn't figure it out. "

Qin Shihuang's eyes widened, shocked.

The first dish that Ying Mu makes is "Kung Pao Chicken". After the spices are fried, the main ingredients such as diced chicken and fried peanuts are thrown in and stir-fried, and it is done quickly.

After all, it is a home-cooked dish, so there is no need to make it so professional, just do it casually, it is almost enough.

Even so, it still shocked everyone unnecessarily.

"You guys, you have to remember every step of mine carefully, and follow this method in the future, you know?"

Ying Mu asked a few royal chefs to stand by and watch, naturally not pretending.

The main purpose is to let the chef learn how to cook and cook for him in the future.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be very troublesome if you need to do it yourself for every meal?

When the imperial cooks heard this, they were so moved that they burst into tears and knelt down to kowtow to Ying Mu.

"Your Majesty's kindness is so great, I will never forget it!"

Ying Mu: **??? "

He didn't know that the ancients had very strict unspoken rules for the inheritance of skills.

For example, these imperial chefs all have some exclusive culinary skills and tricks, which are passed down from father to son, from son to grandson, from generation to generation.

No one will casually pass on the most precious and exclusive skills to outsiders.

Chapter 199: What the hell is Kung Pao Chicken?Yingzheng's wanton carefree, cool! (Please subscribe for support)

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