Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 444 The Prince's Filial Piety

  The mashed potatoes in the palace are surprisingly unpalatable.

  This is a relatively intuitive feeling for everyone.

   As far as Emperor Hongzhi was concerned, today's mashed potatoes were indeed very unpleasant.

   I finished eating one after another, barely full.

  Emperor Hongzhi had a misconception... Next, who should relieve the disaster?

  …

   At this time, a little **** came in a hurry: "Your Majesty, Your Highness the Prince..."

   Before he finished speaking, Emperor Hongzhi asked someone to remove the plate: "Xuan!"

   Pulling himself together, Emperor Hongzhi sat up straight.

   Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan came hand in hand.

  Emperor Hongzhi took a deep look at the two: "You were just...together?"

   "Sure enough, nothing can escape His Majesty's eyes." Fang Jifan smelled a smell of potatoes: "Your Majesty is wise and discerning. That's right, the minister and the prince are indeed together just now. My emperor..."

   "..."

  A fool can see it, okay?

  If the two are not together, there must be two groups of eunuchs calling for someone, and one will always come first. Now that you come together, isn't it because you were together just now?

  Emperor Hongzhi felt that this kind of flattery was an insult to people's IQ.

  But... I got used to it.

  Take a deep breath: "What were you doing just now?"

  Zhu Hou said quickly: "Cook fish..."

   I'm really afraid of something.

  Emperor Hongzhi touched his stomach and hiccupped, smelling like potatoes.

  Liu Jian, Li Dongyang and others looked confused.

  Zhu Houzhao said: "Father, don't you know that the Imperial Guard of the Zhenguo sent a large yellow croaker, tsk tsk, seventeen catties, extremely fresh. Erchen and Fang Jifan were thinking about how to eat it."

   "..."

  Emperor Hongzhi wanted to shoot Wen Yansheng to death, you are the magistrate, didn’t you say you wanted to send fish? Tang Yin was very honest, he caught fish and immediately brought it to Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan.

  Wen Yansheng is nothing.

  Li Dongyang couldn't help but said: "How to deliver this thing, isn't it afraid of smell?"

   "Not afraid." Zhu Houzhao said triumphantly: "It's the same as a popsicle."

  What are popsicles?

  Everyone is a little confused.

In fact, Zhu Houzhao didn’t quite understand, anyway, what Fang Jifan told him, Zhu Houzhao said: “Just take some ice from the ice cellar, freeze the fish, and then cover the ice fish with the ice cubes with a thick quilt, hurry up Here, the fish is still fresh."

   "..." Emperor Hongzhi looked at Fang Jifan.

  Fang Jifan said: "Yes, this method works."

   Too extravagant.

  Emperor Hongzhi touched his stomach again.

Zhu Houzhao said: "Father, my son and Fang Jifan thought about killing this fish, stewing it into soup, and giving some to my father to taste. This is the authentic king of fish in the sea, which is rare. It is prepared by the Zhenguo government. Wei spent countless efforts to capture it."

   "..."

  Emperor Hongzhi and his ministers look at me, and I look at you.

  My stomach is a little full.

  Especially Ma Wensheng... He ate three plates of potatoes, hiccupped constantly, and was exhausted.

   "Let's kill after a few hours." Emperor Hongzhi said.

   It's rare...the prince is still filial, and he even knows to send the fish.

  He looked at Fang Jifan again, and Fang Jifan was quite intentional. This might be Fang Jifan's idea.

Now, instead of rushing to ask first, what happened to the hundreds of thousands of catties of fish? It's all something.

  But I’m full at noon, and I’m really not able to eat fish, so I’d better save it for the evening.

   "This is not possible." Zhu Houzhao said: "Seafood must be fresh. Erchen and Uncle Xinjian have ordered people to thaw the fish. You must eat it quickly. It will be late if it is late."

"this…"

  Emperor Hongzhi's expression changed, which made sense.

  He muttered, "Then...let's try it."

  Try it!

  Your Majesty has a purpose, so of course you have to hurry.

   Ma Wensheng hiccupped again, as if he was out of breath. Everyone followed the sound, his old face flushed slightly, and he pretended nothing had happened.

  The way to make yellow fish soup is very simple.

   Even a little simple and rude.

At least Fang Jifan knew that when people in later generations began to use the most advanced equipment and added sonar to frighten the large yellow croakers to gather and catch them all, so that the wild large yellow croakers were almost extinct, the large yellow croakers had become precious and rare, and no one dared to take them lightly. Cook it in a simple way, because... such a precious and expensive thing, just use it to make soup, isn't it... looking for smoke?

   "My son will order the fish to be sent to the imperial dining room." Zhu Houzhao said excitedly.

  ...

  In the imperial dining room in the palace, Fang Jifan rolled up his sleeves and decided to do it himself.

  In any case, a fish that can grow into seventeen catties is already a certain basketball player among the yellow croakers, or Hu Kaishan of the current Ming Dynasty.

  Fang Jifan has always known how to show due respect to such terrifying powerhouses.

  So, on the chopping board, Fang Jifan saw this big fish that was three and a half feet long.

  The fish is dead.

   Death from dehydration or freezing is unknown.

Fang Jifan looked at it, and thought in his heart, maybe when the boat was knocked up, it felt some kind of call, if it had thought, it must be happy in its heart, after all... this is the season of crossbreeding again, It arrived at the location happily, but what greeted it was a shocking net. At this moment, its heart must have been filled with grievance and grief. This is simply a textbook fishing law enforcement... A certain man ordered a woman who had stumbled, but a police uncle waited for him?

  Thinking of this, Fang Jifan's saliva flowed out. Behind every ingredient, there is a love story with a song and tears, and with a sad love story, and these stories also make the ingredients themselves tasteful. Although there are only male protagonists in Fang Jifan's imaginative story, of course, the details can be ignored.

  Fang Jifan lifted the knife, his hands trembling a little, he thought for a while: "Your Highness, come here, I'm sick and I'm dizzy."

   It makes sense for a gentleman to stay away from the kitchen.

   Zhu Houzhao despised him.

   After receiving the knife, Zhu Houzhao easily began to peel off the fish king's scalp, and then skillfully began to scrape the scales of the fish, opening the belly.

  After cleaning, he directly ordered someone to take the cauldron, and ordered the **** to heat it up. When the water boiled, the fish didn’t need to be cut into pieces, and it was directly put into the pot. In an instant, the big fish sizzled and began to emit white smoke.

  Zhu Houzhao said: "I'm hungry. I didn't have a drop of water at noon, so I waited to eat it. Now that it's out of the pot, I feel even more hungry."

  Fang Jifan nodded sympathetically: "His Royal Highness, I have to send some soup to the empress and the princess later, and let them taste the taste of this seafood."

  Zhu Houzhao slapped his forehead, hey: "I almost forgot, Lao Fang reminded me well, a son should honor his mother."

   "There are girls." Fang Jifan added.

   Zhu Houzhao felt vigilant in his heart for no reason: "What are you talking about?"

   "Oh, quickly put chopped green onion, put a little chopped green onion."

  Zhu Houzhao was in a hurry, sprinkled some chopped green onion, and sprinkled a few spoonfuls of salt.

  Do not put any other ingredients.

  When Zhu Houzhao caught his breath, he had already forgotten about the incident, but said, "Don't you put something else to cover up the smell?"

  Fang Jifan shook his head: "No, no, this is fresh."

   Saliva wants to flow out again.

  A certain sports star in the slow-cooked fish has begun to overflow with aroma.

  The tangy aroma made Zhu Houzhao roll his throat.

   took the spoon: "I'll give it a try, see if there is too little salt."

shameless!

  Fang Jifan thought to himself.

  Zhu Houzhao stirred the pot with a spoon, took some soup, and blew heavily.

   Then lightly sipped the edge of the spoon.

  Fang Jifan looked straight at Zhu Houzhao.

  In the corner beside him, Liu Jin lowered his head, barely daring to raise his head. Hearing the sound of His Royal Highness sucking Yun Tang, he felt his heart melt.

  In the entrance of the rich fish soup, although only a little bit of salt was added, immediately, a smell of fish mixed with the slightly salty but strangely sweet taste entered the throat. All of a sudden, Zhu Houzhao's tongue stirred, and then, with a deep breath, he put down the spoon.

   "Your Highness, how are you?"

   "It's so delicious!" Zhu Houzhao's eyes were red: "I can be a chef now, this fish soup is so delicious!"

  Fang Jifan said: "I'll try it, I'll try it."

  Zhu Houzhao refused: "Hurry up, send the emperor to father, it is better to be alone than to be happy."

   "..." Fang Jifan wanted to shoot him to death, but he didn't forget to remind: "Send some to your mother, Your Highness, don't forget your filial piety."

  ...

  His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Fang Jifan have been away for a long time and have not returned.

  The monarchs and ministers in the warm pavilion have settled down a concern.

  They seem to want to discuss now whether the disaster in Ningbo still needs relief, whether they should call back the grain boats on the canal.

   After waiting for half an hour, Fang Jifan and Zhu Houzhao left and returned.

  The two smiled happily.

  Emperor Hongzhi chatted casually with Liu Jian and the others, after all...he was really in no mood to talk about serious matters.

   After the two returned, Emperor Hongzhi cheered up: "How?"

   "Father, my son personally cooks and cooked the fish soup for Father." Zhu Houzhao said excitedly.

   "..."

  The prince cooks himself.

  Some people seem to think that His Highness the Crown Prince is a bit of a loser.

  What is a prince? Can he be a cook?

  But when the **** came in with a big pot, accompanied by the tangy aroma of the fish soup, all thoughts were disillusioned.

  Why can’t the prince cook? Isn't cooking also making fish soup for His Majesty?

  His Royal Highness... the most filial piety.

   This pot of soup is too big.

   Even ordinary tableware can't hold it.

   I had no choice but to lift the pot on the big stove.

   And the large yellow croaker, which was once all-powerful, lay intact in the hot pot, looking... delicious.

  Emperor Hongzhi touched his belly.

   Never mind, let’s try it first.

  (end of this chapter)