"The imperial concubine is favored by the emperor in the palace, so she must have seen the fruits sent as tribute from Persia."
Song Yutong knocked Aunt Yuqing back with just one sentence, leaving her speechless.
She looked at the yellow fruit and found it very ordinary, but the fragrance was indeed a bit strange.
But in such a small town, how could anyone have seen Bosjeli paying tribute to the royal family? It is absolutely impossible for a peasant woman to have such great knowledge.
Yuqing suddenly remembered that the county magistrate once said that these two chefs were the apprentices of the royal chef in the palace, and suddenly he understood a little bit.
It's just... Yuqing didn't want to get into trouble, so she turned around and left the kitchen.
Song Yutong sighed slightly, took a look at the sweet and sour sauce made with pineapple, and prepared to ask Chef Fang to move some more tenderloin for her.
But Chef Fang had already walked over and asked with concern. "Mrs. Cheng, are you okay?"
Song Yutong saw the concern in Chef Fang's eyes and smiled casually at him. "It's okay, Chef Fang, do you still have the tenderloin? Can you give it to me evenly?"
Chef Fang nodded after hearing her words, returned to his chopping board, picked out a piece of tenderloin, cut half of it, and gave it to Song Yutong.
"Shouldn't the relationship between the imperial concubine and the eldest son of the county prince be brother and sister? Why does it look like the relationship between these two people is not good?" Chef Fang was a little confused.
The reason for this was not clear to Song Yutong, just when Chef Fang still wanted to ask.
Someone had already come to the front hall to order the food, so Chef Fang had to return to his seat and start cooking seriously.
But the imperial concubine that Aunt Yuqing talked about did not come to trouble Song Yutong.
Song Yutong was also relieved and made another sweet and sour pork as soon as possible and sent it to the so-called imperial concubine.
Of course, I asked someone to explain the reason. Because there were no pineapples, the sweet and sour pork tenderloin this time only had pure tenderloin.
With no one to look for trouble, Song Yutong and Chef Fang have been immersed in the busy work of cooking.
In the evening, Chef Fang led Song Yutong back to the restaurant.
She could no longer lift her arms. She had been cooking all day long without a moment's rest.
Even the Man-Han banquet system was constantly activating new dishes in her mind, completing new dishes, and gaining happiness points.
The noise made her head buzz, but fortunately there was a blocking function that told her to block the system at once.
Just when activating a new dish, the name of the new dish will flash in my mind.
When Cheng Hanyan came to pick him up, Song Yutong was wilted and lying on the dining table of the restaurant tiredly.
Mr. Wen was looking at the abacus and Chef Fang was sitting next to him drinking tea.
"Mrs. Cheng, can you teach me how to make sweet and sour pork? I'm willing to pay to learn from you."
Song Yutong looked at the chef Shangfang's enthusiastic eyes and didn't know what to say for a moment.
“It’s not that I don’t want to teach Chef Fang, but this sweet and sour pork dish lacks one ingredient. You saw the situation at that time. Without the pineapples that Persia sent to the royal family, this dish would not be able to produce that unique taste.
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Song Yutong was still struggling with the fact that without pineapple, the sweet and sour pork could not taste fruity.
Sweet and sour pork without fruit flavor is just ordinary sweet and sour pork. Whether you learn it or not, it doesn’t make much sense.
It's not that she doesn't want to teach, but it involves a lot of modern condiments. If it weren't for the fact that she had a Manchu-Hanban banquet system, she could exchange the condiments she needed in this system mall.
In a dynasty where ingredients were so scarce, it was difficult for her to make dishes that were quite different in taste from this dynasty.
Chef Fang nodded to express her understanding, but she wanted to learn to make this sweet and sour pork dish not because of the fruity aroma inside.
But there is a special sweet and sour taste inside, not just the taste of aged vinegar.
Aged vinegar has its own aroma of mature vinegar, so when it is used to make sweet and sour pork, it is also sweet and sour pork with the aroma of mature vinegar.
The sweet and sour pork tenderloin made by Mrs. Catcher has got rid of the original taste of mature vinegar, but has a fruity and sour taste instead of vinegar.
Cheng Hanyan walked in and looked around the restaurant. When he saw the person lying on the dining table, he was about to walk over, but the face he saw was not Song Yutong's.
For a moment, he paused and felt a little confused. The figure of this woman was somewhat similar to his wife, but the face was clearly not hers.
Cheng Hanyan just looked at it twice and then looked away, walked up to Mr. Wen, and asked politely.
"Mr. Wen, I'm here to take my wife back."
Mr. Wen was calculating, without raising his eyebrows, he waved his hand and answered.
"Well, okay, you can go back first. It will be at the same time tomorrow."
"Okay!" Cheng Hanyan responded, looking around again and finally looking at Mr. Wen. "Mr. Wen, where is my wife?"
After hearing what Cheng Hanyan said, Mr. Wen suddenly raised his head and looked at Cheng Hanyan, his eyes falling on the peasant woman lying on the table.
Cheng Hanyan followed his gaze and the confusion in his eyes deepened.
Mr. Wen smiled meaningfully and shouted loudly: "Mrs. Cheng, your husband has come to take you back."
When Song Yutong heard these words, she instantly became energetic.
She immediately got up and walked towards Cheng Hanyan. Her beautiful eyes were shining, bright and dazzling, which was seriously inconsistent with her yellow and haggard face, which was covered with red acne and spots.
Cheng Hanyan recognized her through these eyes.
The man looked worried and hurried forward to greet you, and said anxiously: "What's going on? What's wrong with your face? Is someone bullying you, or are you allergic to something?"
Song Yutong originally wanted to explain that the effects on her face were caused by rouge and spinach juice.
But given that he was so worried and kept focusing on her face, he somehow started to play pranks.
She asked with some intention: "Husband, if my face is disfigured, will you not like me?"
Cheng Hanyan shook his head: "There are thousands of good-looking people in the world, but you are my wife. You have so many little red spots on your face. Are they itchy or painful?"
After listening to Cheng Hanyan's words, Song Yutong felt a sweet feeling.
He immediately shook his head, and just as he was about to explain, Cheng Hanyan pulled her to take her to buy medicine.
"No need to buy medicine, let's go back first." Song Yutong was too tired to deal with the spinach juice and small spots on her face.
She almost hung up on Cheng Hanyan and explained to him on the road.
"Today I went to the county magistrate's residence to work as a cook. I wanted to avoid Li Hao from recognizing me. I promised the shopkeeper, and I have to do it. Besides, the shopkeeper promised me a lot of money..."