Royal Gold Magistrate

After rubbing for an unknown amount of time, Fangzheng's forehead was already slightly sweaty.

Cooking is really a technical job, use it or lose it, I haven't done it for a long time, and it's very raw.

Before time travel, when I was a working dog, I would learn to cook by Douyin when I was free in the rental house.

After crossing, many dishes in the county were developed through his culinary skills.

But when I got rich, I stopped cooking, and Xiaotao basically did it.

But now there is some feeling of knowing the difficulty when something is urgent.

Learning to cook well is popular everywhere!I have to pick up this craft again in the future.

A little more time passed.

The noodles have already been kneaded, and if there is no yeast, the old noodles are added and left there to wake up.

It's time to rest for a while.

Sitting on the ponytail on the ground, Fang Zhengyi silently gnawed on a cucumber.

Seeing that he had no airs, the head of the imperial dining room took a towel and said earnestly: "Master Fang, you have flour on your face, wipe it off."

"Oh? How much?"

"not much!"

"Is it obvious?"

"Not so obvious!"

"Then don't wipe it!"

The chief put down the towel, squatted beside Fang Zhengyi with a smirk on his face, and said cautiously, "Master Fang, may I ask what you made?"

"small bread."

The chief stood up with a bowed body, and glanced at the imperial chef in the room.

All the royal chefs shook their heads as they looked at each other.

What is a bun?Everyone has never heard of it, and the materials used are quite particular.

It's milk and honey, so the taste is unmistakable!

Fangzheng raised his eyes, looked at a group of people who were full of curiosity, and said with a smile, "Don't worry! I've done a lot this time, and you'll all have a taste of my cooking skills when I'm done baking!"

Hearing this, the principal's face blossomed with joy.

He really has no airs at all! He is not like an ordinary high-ranking official, but he can't wait to take a detour when he meets him by chance in the palace.

"Thank you, Mr. Fang! But... is this appropriate?"

"Appropriate! If the officer says it is appropriate, it is appropriate! Just eat it!"

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The noodles had already woken up, Fangzheng kneaded them quickly and divided them into small portions the size of a thumb.

At this time, many imperial chefs became more courageous, and many offered to help.

When we started, everyone also understood.

This thing is a bit like steamed buns, but it seems to be baked, not steamed.

There is such a strange way of steamed buns, and the royal chefs feel a little novel.

Arrange the small dough one by one, brush the surface with egg yolk, and finally put it in an oiled copper basin, and throw it into the oven to complete the process.

Because it is too rusty not to cook for a long time, Fang Zheng is afraid of making mistakes all his life.

So I kneaded a lot of noodles and made a lot of extra servings.

Everyone in the room was eagerly waiting for the bread to come out of the oven. Fang Zhengyi heaved a sigh of relief when the familiar aroma appeared.

It's over, enough time wasted.

At this moment, there were still people sniffling in surprise in the imperial dining room.

The sweet smell in the air is indeed very tempting!The best taste I've ever smelled!It still came from the hands of senior court officials!

"Come on, take out the bread!" Fang Zhengyi shouted.

The two imperial chefs hurriedly took out the copper basin from the oven, and took out a golden bread in it, slowly exuding white gas.

Perhaps it was due to the uneven firepower of the stove, but there were still two pots that failed to bake, resulting in a lot of burnt.

But there is success on the line!

Fangzheng stretched out his hand to greet everyone: "How about having a taste of this bun?"

The royal chef swarmed up, looking at the bread in the basin hesitantly, not daring to touch it.

"Take whatever you want! Leave me a good one!"

Since Fang Zhengyi was so generous, the royal cooks didn't hesitate any longer, and each of them stepped forward to take a piece.

The master was the fastest and snatched a good looking one.

But the remaining temperature was still there, and the bread was still very hot, so I had to keep shaking the bread with my left and right hands.

After cooling down a bit, carefully put it in your mouth.

As soon as Fangzheng looked at him, he was a little nervous and said, "How is it? Does it taste delicious?"

The chief took two more bites, looked at Fangzheng and nodded repeatedly.

"Sweet! How noisy!"

Fangzheng turned his head and asked others.

"What about you! Is it delicious?"

"Delicious!" Everyone shouted in unison, their faces full of joy.

"It smells like honey and eggs, much stronger than steamed buns!"

"It's milky and milky, and it can be drawn..."

Unexpectedly!This gentleman is really amazing!

Being a high-ranking official can still cook good food!All-rounder!All-rounder!

At this moment, Master Fang, who had been busy for two hours, finally showed a satisfied smile!

"Okay, okay! Thank you for your help, help me find a food box to pack this good-looking bread in, and make some cold dishes."

"Hey! There is also this paste... Help me put it on, put it at the bottom! Let's share the rest of the big guys."

The master agreed, and hurriedly ordered someone to prepare the food box, then walked up to Fang Zhengyi, and said with a bright face: "Master Fang, I have a merciless request... Can we make this little bread in the future?" ?”

The principal was actually a little apprehensive.

In the job of cook, everyone must have some unique skills in their hands. This is the basis of survival, even in the palace.

Usually people don't ask, and they don't dare to ask.

One is that they are afraid of breaking the rules, and the other is that they are too rude.

But Fang Zhengyi's status is special, and the chief guessed that a high-ranking official might not care about the rules of a small cook. On the other hand, he also saw his kind-hearted attitude, so he came over to ask with the cheek.

I learned how to make bread, and the higher-ups are also happy. In the future, the Imperial Dining Room will definitely be rewarded!

And this food must be loved by many people. If the princess likes it, Mr. Fang can't come to bake bread every time!

Fangzheng waved his hand casually and said, "You can do whatever you want! If you haven't learned how to write it down for you, it doesn't matter."

At this moment, all the imperial chefs in the imperial dining room were stunned.

good man!Good man! ! !

This is... a unique skill to make a fortune!In the future, if you go out of the palace to do some business, you will make a lot of money!

I didn't expect Fang Zhengyi to be handed over to them easily... It's really touching.

"Thank you, Mr. Fang!" A group of people roared in unison.

The trembling Fangzheng shuddered all over, and plucked his ears in disgust.

Damn, yell so loud!My eardrums are so hanging that I didn't break them!

"Okay! You're welcome, I'm leaving!"

After all, Fangzheng left as soon as he picked up the food box!

It's so dark now, my precious little princess don't sleep for a while!

asleep?Sleeping seems to be good...but now there is a palace ban, I have to be careful....

Just as he was about to leave the imperial dining room, the master hurriedly grabbed Fang Zhengyi.

With a look of emotion on his face, he said, "Master Fang...you can come to the imperial dining room in the future, just tell me what you want to eat!"

Fangzheng pulled his hand away dumbfounded.

The feed made by your imperial dining room is like the canteen of a newspaper office, you still want me to eat it?Roll as far as you can!

"Got it! It's all gone, don't give it away! I'm leaving!"

"Master Fang, go slowly!" The imperial chefs crowded at the door to watch Fang Zheng's hurried back.

Fang Zhengyi hurried to the Mingluan Palace with the food box, his heart beating nervously.

"Jie Jie Jie... I'm coming, little princess!"

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