Help! I just woke up and was stabbed by a big kid

For the highest chair.

Gu Yue put his pen to paper and wrote a row of simple calligraphy characters with strokes of varying thicknesses.

He was sorting out the things that had happened out of his sight during this period.

First, Wumen contacted Gu Xu through an unknown channel, and then when Crown Prince Qin Zhaoyue was assassinated, Wumen's Wuyue and Wuye appeared beside the Crown Prince. Shortly after the Crown Prince returned to Beijing, he appeared on the official road outside Yuning Mansion and was involved in the Jiaoyuan incident.

In other words, a certain plot was secretly going on, pushing the prince's attention to Yu Ning Mansion, and he went to Yu Ning Mansion by coincidence, and for some uncontrollable reasons, his plot intersected with the prince's.

From his side, it was hard to say that the person pushing this was Gu Xu, because Gu Xu's destination was Taiqing Temple.

Yes, one thing that Gu Yue had always overlooked was that when Gu Xu asked to go with him, the destination he proposed was Taiqing Temple, not Yuning Prefecture.

When did he and Wumen complete the tasks at Taiqing Temple?

Gu Yue was completely unaware, and had no idea what was in the boxes they were carrying.

Is it related to the pepper garden near Taiqing Temple?

Gu Yue's night visit to Jiaoyuan was entirely due to Boss Sun's request, but what if this was actually a coincidence and Gu Xu's purpose was to be in Jiaoyuan?

But it didn't make sense to push myself out to attract Sarhan's attention. Although they were actually two or three camps, on the surface, they were a group of people, and it was not a good decision to let Sarhan notice them.

Gu Yue scratched his head.

My train of thought reached a dead end again.

Without figuring out Gu Xu's goal, all his inferences could only remain at the guesswork stage.

Qin Zhaoyue's side is easier to deal with. The ultimate goal of all actions against Qin Zhaoyue is to pull him down from the position of crown prince - for the sake of the highest chair.

Lead Qin Zhaoyue to make a mistake or take his life at an appropriate time?

With Gu Yue's brain, he really couldn't think of any other solution.

"Boss! The fried chicken is out, come and try it!" Lu Junmei's voice came from outside.

It was a sunny day. When Gu Yue walked out of the house, he saw several bamboo drain pans set up next to the big oil pan in front of the kitchen, with baskets of golden fried chicken lying in them.

"These are fried chicken legs, and these are fried chicken wings." Lu Junmei held a wooden colander in both hands - this was custom-made by Gu Yue, and it could drain all the oil.

"These are the chicken chops the boss mentioned. The remaining meat from the chicken is squeezed in. I wonder how they taste." Lu Junmei introduced, pointing to several bamboo drain plates.

Gu Yue picked up a palm-sized chicken steak. The whole yard was filled with the aroma of fried chicken. Judging from the aroma alone, it was already a great success.

It is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with moderate flavor. Except for the stronger taste of the marinated spices, it is very similar to some famous brand chicken steak in the previous life.

Lu Junmei's husband Feng Laoshi was grinding chili powder nearby. The man's face turned red from choking and he sneezed continuously, but he still strictly followed Gu Yue's request and kept his face away when he sneezed.

Gu Yue pinched a handful of the chili powder he had ground. It was very fine and delicate. This man was really honest in his work.

After sprinkling some chili powder on the fried chicken leg, Gu Yue picked up the chicken leg and took a bite, almost shedding tears.

Oh my god...it's spicy chicken...

too delicious!

Gu Yue only demonstrated to Lu Junmei how to fry chicken at the beginning, which was to coat the marinated fried chicken with flour batter, then coat it with a layer of fried millet called crispy rice - that is, millet, and then fry it in a pan.

It has to be said that Lu Junmei and her husband do have some talent for cooking, and they gave him a lot of good suggestions on the proportions of marinades and the selection of flour batter.

That’s bad. Don’t we have to give them more money when the time comes?

Gu Yue looked up at the sky. It was just past noon and the sun was slightly westward.

Gu Xu came out of the house.

"Is it ready? Let me try it." He was awakened by the smell. Remembering Gu Yue's instructions, he washed his hands in the basin beside him and walked to the open-air stove.

Gu Yue looked at him expectantly.

Gu Xu ate a chicken wing, and a hint of surprise appeared on his calm face.

"This is a really good idea...it's delicious." Gu Xu glanced at Gu Yue with a look of obvious disbelief.

Gu Yue was slightly pleased: "Of course!"

There are few seasonings at the moment, and we can only make three flavors: Sichuan pepper, original and spicy. Things like sweet plum cheese and pepper are more difficult to make.

Gu Yue pushed over the cart that he had sent to the carpenter's shop for modification.

These bamboo silk plates were all Gu Yue's idea. He found some craftsmen who were good at weaving baskets nearby and made ten oversized drain pans. In fact, they just replaced the bamboo strips with thinner bamboo silk and made larger holes in the middle. In this way, excess fat will flow directly into the deep porcelain plate below, and the fried chicken will not become soft due to the heat.

"It's almost time, let's set up the stall." Gu Yue said.

Gu Yue and Gu Xu together loaded the three parts of fried chicken into the car, and then added fine salt and chili powder.

Although cumin is available, it is really expensive. After thinking it over again, Gu Yue decided not to supply it as a free seasoning for this low-cost fried chicken for the time being.

Not to mention fine salt, Gu Yue almost missed the good times for chili powder. He learned when he was working in a restaurant that chili peppers were introduced to the Central Plains in the previous dynasty. After nearly a hundred years of promotion and cultivation, coupled with the popularity of hot pot in this dynasty, the price was brought down.

I pushed the cart all the way to the entrance of the martial arts hall. Although this place was not the central area of ​​the cross street, there were many people around. Someone immediately smelled the fragrance and came over.

"Boss, what is this?" The middle-aged man tilted his head to look at the golden fried chicken on the bamboo plate. It looked really appetizing.

"Chicken, this is called fried chicken." Gu Yue smiled, "Chicken legs are 40 cents, chicken wings are 30 cents, and chicken fillets are 20 cents."

He has investigated and found the price to be reasonable.

If it is pork, the price will be even higher. Chicken is not considered a meat at this time, and the same applies to fish.

"What's chicken steak?" The man noticed the cheapest one first.

"It's the meat from the chicken except for the drumsticks and wings." Gu Yue answered, "You can try it first, there are spicy, original and pepper flavors."

After saying that, Gu Yue picked up his knife and cut the three chicken fillets into several small pieces. He sprinkled chili powder on one of them, inserted a sharpened bamboo skewer on it, and placed it at the front of the stall.

Gu Xu was very curious and sat behind the stall to watch. Gu Yue asked him to collect the money. Lu Junmei stayed at home to prepare the ingredients.

The middle-aged man picked it up and ate a piece.

"...Well, delicious, delicious!" There was light in his eyes, and he felt that the chicken steak was economical - no chicken bones, all meat!

"Give me two." He took out forty coins, Gu Yue gestured, and Gu Xu immediately stepped forward to take the silver.

What a novelty. Gu Xu took the forty coins and put them in his pocket, then wrote the correct number on the counting board hanging under the stall... Chicken fillet, one.

Gu Yue subconsciously wanted to find a plastic bag, touched the vertical pole of the stall, paused, and turned to get the oil paper.

...Where did plastic bags come from in ancient times! I am so happy.