Chapter 48: Lamb Shabu (Part 2)

Author: The chef of 300 jin

Chapter 48: Lamb Shabu (Part 2)

If Yang Chuan wants to go and take a look at the cowardly Chang'an City, he must first have an innocent household registration and identity. If he wants to have an innocent household registration and identity, he must follow Cui Jiu's advice and be trapped in this ugly beacon tower in the stone gate barrier to be a beacon.

Then, a lot of military achievements were used to prove that he was not a secret spy of the Huns or Qiang people.

This sounds a bit absurd, but in fact, when looking at this bullshit problem from the level of embroidered messenger, there are actually some bullshit reasons.

In the eyes of these guys, except for the emperor who is the heaven and the only one who will never make mistakes in the whole world, everyone else may betray the Han Empire and the emperor.

Of course, it was mainly to betray the emperor.

How good is Mencius’s statement that “the people are the most important, the country is the next, and the king is the least”? Unfortunately, the subtle words of this Confucian disciple have become a fig leaf for the kings of all dynasties because they are so nice.

In the eyes of some emperors, this thing can not only be used as a fig leaf, but also as a ecstasy soup, Mengpo soup, and spiritual chicken soup...

What made Yang Chuan a little annoyed was that he had to follow Cui Jiu's advice and act like he was willing to accept it and flocked to it. This feeling was very bad.

This was the feeling when Zhang Qian abandoned him in the Western Regions.

but.

As a qualified chef, you naturally have your own underlying logic and way of doing things. How can you let others grasp it? Just turn yourself into a piece of meat, a fish, and put it on the chopping board for others to slaughter?

People are the slaughter and I am the fish, that is the fate of the ingredients.

Yang Chuan just wants to be a chef so that he won’t be stupid enough to treat himself as a ingredient. This is his bottom line.

Therefore, he quickly adjusted his mood and state, intending to use the old thief in front of him as a ingredient, carving it carefully, and striving to make a top-quality delicacy.

Steamed, stir-fryed, or barbecue?

Yang Chuan felt that since this old thief was the shadow of Emperor Liu Che, his eyes and claws were powerful and his martial arts were a bit perverted. From the perspective of ingredients, he was really a top-notch.

Then, make a braised beef tendon.

It's so chewy, it should be quite chewy...

...

"Your name is Cui Jiu, right?" Yang Chuan rinsed several more mouthfuls of mutton, threw away the chopsticks, grabbed a piece of fig leaf he had taken off and wiped his mouth: "How does the mutton rinsin taste like I made?"

Cui Jiu said calmly: "It's very delicious."

Yang Chuan didn't hide it, and stretched out a hand: "Take it."

Cui Jiu frowned slightly and asked coldly: "What?"

Yang Chuan had a gloomy face, his two very beautiful eyes were clean and clear, but very cold: "You questioned me for a while, I took off all my clothes on this cold day and let you see the scars on your body.

Why, I am not happy to have a lot of identity?

Shimenzhu communicates with the territory of the Huns north of the Jiuyuan City of the Great Han Dynasty and the Huns north of Yinshan. It is a place that military strategists must compete for. Who knows if you are a detailed work sent by the Huns and want to spy on the military situation of the Great Han Dynasty?"

Cui Jiu took a deep breath, held his breath for several times, and slowly exhaled: "Is it enough for a certain Weiyang Palace Dachangmen, Cui Jiu?"

"Not enough." Yang Chuan sneered, "I also lied to the Huns to say that they were messengers of the Great Snow Mountain."

Cui Jiu reached into his arms, took out a black wooden sign and threw it over: "I can teach you to give up, take a closer look."

Yang Chuan took the black wood sign, looked at it repeatedly for a while with the swaying fire, and tried to bite it with his teeth a few times: "What kind of wood is this made of? Non-gold and non-wood, very hard, and it also has a smell of sweat..."

Cui Jiu suddenly looked up, his eyes were like a knife, and said in a sequel: "Yang Chuan, you are committing your own fault."

Yang Chuan laughed loudly, threw the wooden sign back to Cui Jiu, picked up the chopsticks on the low table and continued to rinse the meat, and said leisurely: "You bullied me as a slave who has been in a foreign country for five or six years, don't you know anything, right?

Hurry up and eat your fill and get on the road.”

Looking at Cui Jiu's face, Yang Chuan's heart was beating wildly, but his handsome little face seemed to be careless and said coldly: "You suspect that I am a Hun spy, and I also suspect that you are the real big traitor.

OK, don't stare at this young master with a slight sting.

You can't escape the mountain with heavy snow. I'll go to Guancheng in Shimenzhu to find a few generals who know the goods to test your identity. This is my great man's place, so you, an old thief, don't even want to escape!"

The three Guanzhong men had already been scared and dared not say anything. They sweated like slough.

Cui Jiu stared at Yang Chuan's eyes and was silent for a long time.

Yang Chuan slowly rinsed the meat, and did not forget to add some dipping sauce to the oil bowl, filled himself with a bowl of mutton soup, sprinkled with a small pinch of coriander and chopped wild green onions, which was fresh and refreshing and delicious.

Don't you just want to look at me?

If your eyes work, you can kill people and kill them, and your damn girl will become an old monster.

Yang Chuan comforted himself in his heart. What he thought in his mind was nothing more than the unique recipe for the braised beef tendon: ‘Black soy sauce, white sugar, dried peppers, star anise, cinnamon, cooking wine, ginger, scallion, sand kernel, cardamom, clove, cinnamon, cumin, beef tendon meat.’

‘There are no dark soy sauce, sugar, and cooking wine, but as long as you have time, you can find a way to dress it up.’

‘As for chili, it can only be replaced by dogwood.’

‘The beef tendon meat needs to be hit with a mallet to destroy some of the fiber tissues. The beef tendon meat braised from the sauce will not be too hot. After being cut horizontally into slices, the tendons inside will be chewed…’

Thinking about the beef tendon meat he made back then, and then thinking about the 'Store' in Wudu's head, cut two pounds of cooked beef and sifted a few bowls of wine', Yang Chuan couldn't help but swallow two mouthfuls.

Isn't it just a Chang'an City? Isn't it just a Dachangmen of Weiyang Palace? Isn't it just an old spy leader of the embroidered messenger?

It's so boring to think about it.

In that Chang'an city, there was not even a rotten wild goose pagoda. Even if you cut a plate of cooked beef and sifted a few bowls of good wine, it would probably taste bad, right?

I hope Sima Qian, Wei Qing, Huo Qubing and Liu Che will not be too boring.

Thinking about this, Yang Chuan quickly calmed down, with a very strange smile on his face, and he laughed: "What you eat is a specialty and authentic.

However, it is not as delicious as dumplings, and it is not as chewy as beef tendons.

After all, our big man is good at everything, but this sheep is too fat. Those Huns, Qiang people, etc., all rushed up like wild dogs. Anyone who wants to tear it apart, so they must not be let go easily.

Your name is Cui Jiu, right?

Please, if you are really the Dachangmen of Weiyang Palace, I would like to ask you to taste the unparalleled food in the world and apologize to you; but if you are a traitor, I promise not to beat you to death, a shameless old thief!"

After saying that, Yang Chuan threw away the chopsticks and stood up suddenly.

Originally, this paragraph had a good idea, but unfortunately, the chef has been ill in recent days and the writing is really rough. Let's just read it. By the way, I'll ask for a collection and follow-up (it is said that it has something to do with the later recommendations, please!)
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