[Comprehensive] Survival of the Last Emperor

Although Ganquan Palace was famous in later generations because of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, it was actually built as early as the Qin Dynasty.Although it is only a Li Palace near Lishan Mountain, compared with the majestic Xianyang Palace, the house is small and dilapidated, and the maids and servants in the palace only have three or five kittens, plus dozens of dogs guarding the gate, but they can be regarded as internal organs. Everything you want, you have everything you want, and you live on the royal salary. Although you are not a big fortune, at least your life is double worry-free.

In this way, most of the people in Ganquan Palace have lived the life of the elderly decades in advance.But just like in real life, most grandparents can't enjoy their old age comfortably after retirement, but have to work hard to take care of their children.The peaceful life of the old man in Oasis Palace was also met by a large group of brats on a snowy afternoon... No, it should be a brat, a brat whose destructive power is comparable to a large wave of brats.

In the kitchen of the side hall of Oasis Palace, while enduring the yelling of the brat, the chef was holding a wooden spoon and carefully scratching and pulling on a strange object called a "pot".

Heat up the pot, add sliced ​​winter bamboo shoots, add salt, stir-fry over high heat, then serve it out, then add oil, cook until it is four mature, add meat slices...

The cook nervously recited the cooking process of "Stir-Fried Pork with Winter Bamboo Shoots" taught him by Master Shiba in his heart, lest he forget any step and be sprayed to death by Master Shiba who was standing by.

By the way, you are talking about a dignified son of a country, holding a bowl in his left hand and chopsticks in his right, squatting beside the fire, what kind of trouble is this?Anyway, wipe the saliva from the corner of your mouth before talking.

The cook didn't understand, and Zhao Gao, who stood by Hu Hai and could only shake his head with a wry smile, also didn't understand, "Master~~~"

Listening to Zhao Gao's trembling voice that could even be realized in wavy lines, Hu Hai waved his hands without looking back, and said impatiently: "My old Qin people have always behaved boldly and informally. Meals use hands as chopsticks directly, and this young master has at least two pairs of chopsticks... This young master has given you face like this, so you don't need to use Shandong Six Kingdoms to ask this young master."

Do you think this young man wants this?Isn't it too exciting to eat stir-fry for a long time?Is it easy to eat a stir-fry?It's winter, and Zhang Qian doesn't have access to the Western Regions. If it weren't for the hot spring villas in Lishan that can grow out-of-season vegetables, I don't know what to eat, and I can't even cook the most basic XX fried meat.If you don’t believe me, I’ll count the number for you. My favorite dishes include… Stir-fried pork with carrots, fried pork with shredded potatoes, fried pork with tofu… either they haven’t been invented, or they haven’t been introduced. The entire Daqin can eat amaranth, rapeseed, Winter melon, leeks, celery, green onions, and ginger are several foods.

You said you can eat barbecue?Sorry, there is no dipping sauce for barbecue, would you like to eat it?

"My lord..." Zhao Gao called out helplessly, Duke Xiao used his hands as chopsticks when he ate, it was because Duke Xiao didn't invent chopsticks at all, okay?Is this the same thing?It's not the same thing at all!You're a dead bear, you can argue sophistry.

It's really strange. Although His Majesty is vicious, cruel, and unscrupulous, he behaves upright and upright, unlike a brat... um, wretched.If it weren't for that face, I really doubt his identity.

Zhao Gao looked at Hu Hai's face reddened by the fire, that facial features were exquisite and handsome, no matter how he looked at it was the face of Ying Zheng's own son, so he shook his head silently in his heart. Hu Ji's fault has brought down the style of my Ying clan.

"What's the matter? What did you call me? If you have something to say, hurry up. This dish is almost done. I don't eat or sleep. I don't want to talk to you when I'm eating." Hu Hai jumped into the kitchen while talking. Beside a large cauldron in the pot, he pointed to the cauldron covered with a big board and said, "Quickly, come and show me, is the stuff in it steamed?"

In ancient times, things like tripods were used for sacrificial ceremonies and cooking broth, and they did not have the function of steaming at all.But because Hu Hai was so excited this afternoon, he forgot to find someone to make a steamer for a while, and he forgot to make a lid and support for the iron pot. Steam.

The big, white and soft steamed buns made Hu Hai salivate. If he didn't still remember his bet with Ying Zheng, he would have rushed over to grab them, one bite at a time.

"Zhao Gao, these steamed buns are just for you to watch the cook make them and put them away. I didn't add two catties of grain randomly. Now weigh them yourself and see if they weigh three catties." Hu Hai bit his chopsticks and looked eagerly. Looking at Zhao Gao.

Say it fast!After weighing my son, it's time to talk!I eat dead dough pancakes all day long, they are dry, hard and unpalatable, now I am almost hungry!Speaking of which, is this retribution?I, a southerner who never eats pasta, will have a day when I drool over steamed buns.

Zhao Gao glanced at Hu Hai, then looked down at the pile of white clouds on the table, he felt a piece of soft, tender and very elastic in his hand, completely different from the hard steamed buns that he usually eats. Moved around, took out a scale, put the steamed buns on it, weighed it myself, and found that it really weighed three catties.

"Is this impossible? What's going on?" Zhao Gao put down the scale in his hand and looked at Hu Hai in surprise.

"Hehe..." Hu Hai raised his head and smiled at Zhao Gao, smiling like a villain, "Want to know? Please!"

"Slave maid begs you son." Zhao Gao said without any dignity at once without even thinking about it.

"Cut! It's so boring! I gave in so quickly!" If I knew I should have said this to Ying Zheng's cheap father, he would definitely...or forget it, he would definitely spank my son's ass, "This is called making noodles The technique refers to letting the yeast under certain temperature and humidity conditions... Forget it, you don’t understand. Simply put, it is a technique that can fully tap the potential of the dough, referred to as the dough technique.”

In the 21st century, people go directly to the supermarket to buy yeast for making dough.But now it is the second century BC, where can there be yeast in supermarkets?Originally, Hu Hai had already given up his mind and didn't want to snatch Zhuge Liang's title of "Father of Steamed Buns", but he suddenly remembered a few days ago that when he was a child, he watched a cartoon called "The Little Master of China", in which the protagonist Xiaodao and the villain Dark During the culinary competition, a villain in the dark culinary world took a piece of old dough that was said to be hundreds or thousands of years old.The old dough with a history of hundreds or thousands of years, whether it has long hair or whether it can be eaten will not be mentioned, but Hu Hai, who has never worked hard, understands a little common sense in life-it turns out that old dough can be used Let's meet.

Therefore, long before the bet with Ying Zheng, Hu Hai ordered the dining room to prepare old dough for himself.

While talking triumphantly about his plan, Hu Hai stretched out his hand to grab a steamed bun to eat.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I stretched out my hand, I found that the steamed buns that looked like hills had disappeared. I took a closer look and saw Mr. Zhao Neishi holding the plate of steamed buns. A guard next to him said with a blank expression: "Hurry up and take this plate of steamed buns." Send the steamed buns back to Xianyang Palace for the king to taste." Zhao Gao glanced at Hu Hai, who was pouting and about to cry, and added: "Two catties of grains make three catties of steamed buns. Please make sure to taste it. By the way, you should keep warm along the way, and don’t let the steamed buns get cold..."

"You can eat it even when it's cold, just put it on the fire and steam it for a while. If it's too cold, you can also roast it or fry it in oil. The outside is charred and the inside is tender, crispy and delicious, and the taste is even better." Hu Hai swallowed aggrievedly, and added with a bitter face.

Thanks to Zhao Gao reminding him that even though he is a three-year-old child at this time, he eats alone and forgets about his cute father. It is really not in line with his precocious image, and it is definitely a big minus point.

"Since the steamed buns are delivered, why don't you send some dishes." Hu Hai thought for a while, and added, "For the dishes, give the elder brother a copy too, and forget about the others. Don't send vegan dishes either, they are cold If it’s unpalatable after processing, you can send more meat dishes, and you can eat them hot.”