Yipin Chef

In the eyes, there is an idea in the heart.When I went out of the palace on vacation, I went to the mutton restaurant I had eaten before and ordered various mutton dishes from that restaurant, tasted it carefully, and then bought mutton for practice.

The finished product of the practice was brought to the guards who were on duty at night, and they smiled sincerely: "It's so late at night, and the brother guard is still working hard, he must be hungry. This is a small trial-made spicy lamb. You can try it. Give it a try. Have an opinion."

The guards on duty at night were worrying about the cold steamed buns. Naturally, they were overjoyed when they saw the fragrant and spicy stewed mutton. They immediately put down their chopsticks and ate it.After wiping his mouth after eating, his attitude became kind, and he chatted with the cook cordially.

"Are you working in the imperial dining room? The craftsmanship is good, the emperor must have rewarded you, right?"

Jia Le looked sad: "The little humble junior, how can I have the opportunity to serve the emperor, I can only cook a meal and light a fire in the dining room, thinking that it is impossible to see Long Yan in this life, so I want to work for a few years to save money." If you have enough money, you will go out of the palace and go back to your hometown to open a mutton restaurant to make a living, try it first and invite a few adults to taste it."

The guards also had some sympathy: "Don't be discouraged, your craftsmanship is good, you will be appreciated, even if you don't get the appreciation, it's okay, there are many royal chefs in the palace, and some people will never have the opportunity to present their dishes to the imperial court in their entire lives. For example, the royal chef of Chu was recommended to be the royal chef because of his good roast chicken, but he only served the emperor once, and the emperor forgot about him, and never sent him to serve again."

Another guard pointed out kindly: "There are many imperial cooks in the palace, and many of them are trying to come in to serve the emperor. Any cook who is not favored by the emperor can leave the palace after three years. There is no chance to serve the emperor, so don't miss it too much, leave as soon as you should, seek another development is better than sitting on the bench in the palace."

Jia Le was taught, and from then on, he stewed mutton soup every day as an extra meal for the guards on duty at night. The guards liked him very much, and they also suggested improvements to the dishes, and at the same time told him some habits of the emperor.

There are ninety dishes for the emperor's meal, and many dishes have no chance to be tasted by the emperor. Even if the emperor eats a dish made by a certain imperial chef, he may not ask who cooked it, unless the dish is particularly outstanding, but the imperial meal The best chefs in the country are concentrated in the room, and it is not so easy to stand out.

Jia Le was a little worried, looking at the high eaves of the emperor's palace from a distance, clenched his fists tightly, and encouraged himself in his heart: "I will succeed, I will."

After many experiments, Jiale's spicy mutton has reached the point of perfection. Just smelling it will make you appetite. Even the guards who are not on duty will come to eat it. Even if you eat it the next day, the taste will not lose much, and the fragrance is very good. Heavy, you can smell it from afar.

In the middle of the night, in the luxurious and magnificent Qianqing Palace, the emperor still did not go to bed. He was still reviewing the piles of memorials piled up in front of the case. He read each book carefully, and carefully checked the data. The approval was also very detailed. He meant to take a rest, the eunuch who was serving beside him was in a hurry, and the tired dragon body first had to find fault with these servants, it was no small matter.

"Long live, it's already three o'clock, it's time to go to bed."

The emperor also felt a little tired, stretched his waist, stood up and walked out of the hall.

The starry sky outside was beautiful, and the cool wind was blowing. The emperor walked around the palace twice. There was a faint fragrance of flowers in the air, and there was a special fragrance, which was spicy and fresh, and strongly stimulated people's appetite.

The emperor kept writing memorials until very late after dinner, and didn't bother to eat supper. Now he smelled the scent that stimulated the senses, and he felt a little hungry. Feeling this, he felt that the scent was more mouth-watering.Following the smell, I found that it came from the west veranda where the guards were on duty.

Inside the room, two guards were drooling and fanning the small stove.

"Look, you're so hungry, this thing will taste better if you reheat it a few times." A guard was scooping up the contents of a small casserole into a bowl, when he looked up and saw the emperor coming in, he fell to his knees with a frightened plop.It is strictly forbidden for the guards to drink alcohol when they are on duty, but with such delicious food, how can they keep from drinking two small cups.

Another guard quickly hid the wine glass under his robe.

The emperor didn't pay attention to this, and went straight to the pot of food that strongly attracted him. In the pot were red lamb chops and dried lotus root, bubbling with oil, and the strong spicy taste hit his nose.

The emperor moved his index finger and ordered someone to grab a bowl and taste it. It was fragrant, spicy and slightly numbing, but where did the vague sweet and sour come from?

The emperor issued a decree to summon the person who made this pot of spicy mutton pot.

Opportunities are for those who are prepared. For this day, Jiale has practiced the etiquette of seeing a driver in advance.

The emperor already liked him somewhat, and seeing that he was the one who sneaked into the Hedao Governor's Mansion with all his might and tried his best to find evidence and send it to the capital, he liked him even more.

"This vaguely sweet and sour taste is made of persimmon vinegar. The vinegar is added to remove the smell of mutton, so only a little bit is added." Jiale introduced the dishes and praised the emperor by the way, "I didn't expect the emperor to taste such a small taste. , What a fairy tongue."

The emperor smiled slightly, intending to promote him to cook for himself, and asked again: "What kind of food are you good at? Shark's fin? Or bear's paw? Or Haibazhen?"

Jiale said respectfully: "The small ones are good at common dishes." Seeing that the emperor didn't understand, he explained: "Cooking is also divided into realms. For eating, home-cooked small frying, frying and deep-frying are the first. Realm. Skilled craftsmanship, rare materials, and great ingenuity, this is the second realm. Returning to the basics, showing magic in the ordinary, this is the third realm. That is to let the most common ingredients play their own essence, so that people can taste the extraordinary Generally delicious."

"Are you already at the highest level?"

"There is no end to art, and the little ones dare not boast." Jia Le didn't show the slightest complacency, and said more humbly, "In the past, the little ones knew a little bit of home cooking, but they just reached the first level, and after Master Sun Liang's instruction, they reached the second level." , and is now moving towards the third realm."

The emperor didn't quite believe it, and a slightly sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Then let me try your cooking for tomorrow's imperial meal."

Jiale has won an opportunity for himself, and the next step is to seize this opportunity to gain the emperor's attention.Jiale tried hard to think about what dishes to use.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, the emperor can't sleep well, so he needs to use some foods that are good for calming the nerves. Most of the imperial meals are fish and meat. If you eat these things for a long time, you will easily accumulate phlegm, so you should also use foods that clear away heat and reduce phlegm, and are slightly colder. Use less warming and tonic food, combined with the fact that the emperor often has cold palms, and his constitution is slightly negative, so Jiale decided on the principle of plain food, supplemented by cool food, and warm supplements in between.

The emperor saw that the food he presented was not to his liking, and was a little displeased: "In such a hot day, I can't even sleep well and eat well. You don't serve some iced food, but you actually serve this hot soup and hot water?" And add chili. How can you cook like this.”

The servant beside him smiled gloatingly.

Jia Le was not frightened by his face, and explained: "The emperor's palms are cold, and the stomach meridian is passed through the hands, which means that there is coldness in the stomach. This lamb chops with ginger, yam and wolfberry is hot and peppery. Ginger warms the stomach. The nature is calm and the stomach is nourished, and the mutton is warm and nourishing. The emperor eats this hot food to release the heat and poison in the body, and it is best to sweat profusely. It is better to eat iced watermelon, peaches and apricots."

The emperor smiled helplessly: "The other imperial chefs tried their best to please me, trying their best to find out what I like and dislike, but you don't care. You even found out whether my palms are cold or hot, but you don't know what I hate the most." Ginger?"

"I know, so the ginger that I put in the pot has been specially pickled. It has no ginger taste. The ginger warms the stomach. The emperor must eat it. The emperor will not reject a certain suggestion because it is unfavorable, will he?"

The emperor laughed: "Unexpectedly, I was turned into an army by you. If I don't eat, I will become a person who refuses loyalty and advice."

Although the emperor strongly rejected ginger, he appreciated his sincerity and did not refuse as usual. After eating it, his stomach felt warm and comfortable, and the taste was not unacceptable as imagined, it was delicious.After taking it for a few days, I feel that my body is much lighter, and I don't feel hot and uncomfortable anymore.

Jia Le finally got the golden spatula bestowed by the emperor, and happily went back to show Ye Chengfeng and the others. The family saw that he had finally succeeded, and they were also happy.

The people in the imperial dining room changed their expressions and began to flatter him. He Qingdong also flattered him lightly, and even condescended to give him a hand.

Jiale kept Ye Chengfeng's instructions in mind, never to take He Qingdong lightly, and politely refused to attack him. He Qingdong didn't express anger, but humbly expressed that he would learn from him.

This day, Jiale made Shili Ginkgo. Ginkgo is mild in nature, relieves cough and promotes body fluid. Yesterday, we used warm food. Today we should use something mild in nature.After it is done, the ginkgoes are like colorful gemstones, shining with attractive light.

Jiale poured honey sauce, and the handyman next to him brought the plate, He Qingdong said courteously: "The plate is dirty." He wiped it with a white towel.He said flatteringly, "I'll help you."

"Oh, no need, thank you." Jiale raised his vigilance and did not let him touch the dishes he made.I packed the plates and boxes myself, and carried them myself.

"This is a little new dish, the emperor has a taste." Jia Le helped the little eunuch serve the imperial meal, and moved the Shili Ginkgo in front of him.

Seeing the bright and lovely color of the honey ginkgo, the emperor also whetted his appetite, and said with a smile, "It tastes delicious just looking at it."

But as soon as he put it in his mouth, the emperor's face changed, and he was furious: "What are you doing? Try it yourself."

Jiale was taken aback, picked up one and tasted it