In the afternoon, the two rode donkeys to Sanqiao. When they saw the locked tavern, Zhang Ping sighed, "I really don't want to go back here!"
Li Ye patted him on the shoulder, "Don't say that, this will be your turning point!"
"I hope so!" It was obvious that Zhang Ping was not confident.
After entering the tavern, there were four or five tables and benches in the lobby. They were covered with dust, and the chopstick cages were also full of dust.
Zhang Ping said sadly: "In the three days since the opening, only five customers came. They came just to get a cheap opening. My father watched them eat and drink, and his eyes became desperate little by little."
"Don't think about these unpleasant things, quickly make a fire, pick vegetables, and help me!"
Li Ye carried a large bag of ingredients and an iron pot into the kitchen. The kitchen was full of iron cooking utensils and pots, but there was no iron pot.
There was also rice with oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and there were some vegetables in the corner, but they were wilted and yellow. Zhang Ping's mother was afraid of irritating her husband, so she didn't take anything back from the tavern.
Li Ye's father in his previous life was from Sichuan. He often cooked several dishes at home. He remembered them very clearly and was very skilled at them.
One is fish-flavored shredded pork, another is twice-cooked pork slices, and another is kung pao chicken, mapo tofu, and garlic white meat. He also knows some.
He didn't expect to make a fortune cooking in this life, so he decided to help Xiaopang. He was so tall and fat, with a big head and a thick neck, so he was destined to be a chef.
First make the fish-flavored shredded pork. The fish-flavored shredded pork is salty, sweet, sour and spicy, and has a rich aroma of ginger, onion and garlic.
He didn't buy pork, but only venison, so he had to make do. The meat here in Chang'an is mainly mutton and venison, with very little pork. Maybe it's available elsewhere, but Li Ye didn't buy it today anyway.
Cut the meat into shreds and mix with rice wine and arrowroot starch.
There are carrots and fungus, but the fungus is very expensive and the cost is too high. In the end, he did not choose it and switched to celery, which has a peculiar fragrance.
Green peppers did not exist in the Tang Dynasty, so they could only be replaced with scallions, then thickened with soy sauce and vinegar. But there was no sugar, so maltose powder was used instead. MSG was not available, but there was mint, which is pickled meat sauce, which is much more delicious than MSG.
Li Ye made rice dumplings with fish meat, fish-flavored shredded pork!
Zhang Ping lit the fire and watched intently from the side.
He had never seen anything like this before, and he really couldn't remember it. He scratched his head and said, "Ah Ye, can you write it down?"
"Nonsense! Do you know how to write it down?"
Li Ye glared at him, "This is a secret that the chef of Prince Ning's Palace has not taught. I have learned it. I will teach you a few more times and remember it carefully. These few dishes will be enough for you to enjoy for a lifetime."
"You do the cooking and I'll teach you!"
"How to fry?"
"Have you forgotten how to practice swordsmanship? Slash to the left, slash to the right, then stab, then gouge, turn the dish over, don't use so much force, the pot will be split in half by you."
Suddenly, he remembered something, and Li Ye asked him: "Are you still squatting on horseback to practice your sword?"
Zhang Ping nodded, "I persist every day and never slack off. I feel that only practicing martial arts can change my life."
“Stir-frying can also change things!”
Li Ye started to teach him how to make the glutinous rice, "Remember the amount, don't put too much, yes! One spoonful of glutinous rice is enough, adjust the taste."
"Then start putting the oil in, slowly! Slower still! Damn it, fat man, has the fire gone out?"
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Zhang Ping sat at the table blankly. He had never tasted such delicious food in his life, and his tongue almost swallowed it.
No wonder Aye said this is the secret skill of the royal chef, the dish that the emperor eats!
Li Ye was holding the water glass and looking at the CD on the table speechlessly. When he went to the next door to ask for a glass of water, the fat man ate all the fish-flavored shredded pork without even leaving a bite for himself.
"Let's cook again, there are still dishes!" Zhang Ping felt a little guilty under Li Ye's stern look.
"You do it this time, and I'll guide you next to you!"
Zhang Ping picked up the shovel cautiously.
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The food he had worked so hard to cook was ruthlessly thrown away by Li Ye.
"What are you frying? Fish-flavored shredded pork? I think the fish-flavored pork excrement is pretty good. Even dogs won't eat it. Who asked you to use meat from the cabinet? How many days has it been there?"
Li Ye gritted his teeth with hatred and said, "Go and clean the cutting board. It stinks, do you know?"
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I was busy until dark, Li Ye cursed until his throat was filled with smoke, and he was almost paralyzed from exhaustion, before he finally had a decent bite of fish-flavored shredded pork.
"I'll teach you twice-cooked pork another day, I'm going back."
Zhang Ping's best advantage is that he can persevere. When he saw that there were still a lot of ingredients, he said to Li Ye: "Go back and tell my mother that I will clean the room here, and I won't go back tonight."
Li Ye stretched out his hand and said, "Money bag!"
"what?"
"Bring it!"
Zhang Ping slowly took out his money bag, but Li Ye snatched it away.
"If you don't have money, those women in the alley won't be able to seduce you. Just cook for me honestly. If I'm not satisfied with the taste tomorrow morning, don't even think about the twice-cooked pork!"
Li Ye walked away in a hurry.
Zhang Ping took out another piece of broken silver from his pocket, which was about two dollars. He looked at it for a long time, sighed, put the broken silver back into his pocket, and went to the kitchen to start cooking.
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Early the next morning, Li Ye picked up a chopstick of fish-flavored shredded pork at home and chewed it carefully.
Zhang Ping's eyes were bloodshot, and his small mung bean eyes stared at Li Ye unblinkingly.
Li Ye threw the money bag on the table, smiled and nodded, "It's okay!"
Zhang Ping's legs went weak and he almost collapsed. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long sigh of relief.
"Actually, I almost succeeded last night, but I was afraid of forgetting, so I made it over and over again, eleven times, until all the ingredients were used up."
“It smells so good!”
Pei Sanniang was attracted by the fragrance and picked up the chopsticks. Li Ye quickly said: "Mom, those are my chopsticks, I have used them!"
"what is the relationship?"
Pei Sanniang hit him with her chopsticks, then picked up a chopstick and stuffed the dish into her mouth, her eyes lit up, "This tastes good! It's so delicious, little fat boy, did you make it?"
Zhang Ping scratched his head and said sheepishly: "Auntie, this is what Aye taught me."
Pei Sanniang glared at her son fiercely, "You brat, when did you learn how to cook?"
"Mom! This is the secret skill of Prince Ning's royal chef. I learned it secretly."
Pei Sanniang doesn't care where her son learned it, she only cares about whether she can eat it again.
"You hurry up and teach Aunt Mu so that we can have some good meals!"
"I'll teach you another day, Mom, please leave some for Aunt Mu, don't eat it all."
Zhang Ping hurriedly clasped his fists and said, "Don't worry, Auntie, I still have to practice today and will bring a big basin back in the evening!"
Li Ye suddenly remembered something and coughed: "There seems to be a polo match for the Knights today!"
As soon as Zhang Ping slapped his forehead, he had already forgotten about this matter.
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Today there is a polo match for the Cavaliers. The Jiang family and his son from the Blacksmith Shop are the most loyal fans. They would rather not do business than go to cheer for the team.
Li Ye knew how to open the warehouse door yesterday. They climbed gently into the yard from behind the blacksmith shop. The black dog who was napping in the yard suddenly stood up and stared fiercely at Li Ye who climbed over the wall and came in.
But a piece of fragrant meat was thrown in front of it. Where could the black dog, who had always only been able to eat coarse wheat rice, eat such delicious food? If one piece was not enough, he would eat a second piece. After eating two pieces, the black dog's eyes became gentle and grateful.
Already.
Li Ye touched its head and pointed at the warehouse door with a smile. The black dog lay down in a sensible manner.
‘I have seen this person myself. He came here yesterday to buy something. He has such a heart of a Bodhisattva!’ the dog’s thoughts.
Li Ye took out a bunch of keys from under a broken basin on the ground and opened the iron lock of the warehouse door.
Waved to Zhang Ping, the two of them entered the warehouse in a flash. The black dog turned over, with his feet in the air, his eyes slowly closed, and he began to take a nap.