There was no vegetable oil in this era, animal oil was available, but basically no one used it for cooking.
Most people don't even have enough to eat, and their eyes turn red when they see their naked bodies. How can they think of making animal fats?
Moreover, although pigs were also raised in this era, raising pigs required a large amount of grain, and ordinary people could not afford to raise them.
Therefore, in this era, only powerful people could afford to eat pork, and they had to be powerful people. Ordinary small landowners could not afford to raise pigs.
Limited grain production is the fundamental reason that restricts the expansion of pig farming.
After all, if there isn’t enough food for people, how can there be anything for the pigs to eat?
Fortunately, Chen Yuan's current status will naturally not be short of pork.
Therefore, Chen Yuan refined several cans of lard and produced it.
Stir-fried vegetables with lard are called fragrant.
Solved the oil problem and the wok problem.
Iron pots have been around for a long time in this era, but because of the quality of the iron, they are fine for cooking rice and vegetables, but they may not be useful for cooking.
But just make do with it, because smelting technology cannot be improved in a short while.
You can't use dark iron just to get an iron pot.
Putting aside whether it is luxurious or not, the key point is that black iron is not suitable for making woks.
The most suitable wok is wrought iron, that is, forged iron or something.
Many officers in the army did not have weapons made of wrought iron, so it was naturally difficult for Chen Yuan to use wrought iron to make an iron pot.
Although the amount of iron used is not much, it hurts morale too much.
Therefore, I had to make do with ordinary wrought iron.
Fortunately, it is enough for frying ordinary home-cooked dishes.
As the food was served, the unique aroma of stir-fried vegetables began to overflow, making Chen Yuan's stomach growl.
To be honest, this trip to the north was not only physically tiring, but my stomach was also aggrieved. I ate all the boiled vegetables and my mouth had already faded away.
How can Chen Yuan be polite? He must prepare to feast.
At this moment, a servant came to report that an old friend of Yingchuan had come to visit.
Chen Yuan was stunned, an old friend of Yingchuan?
Do I have any old friends in Yingchuan?
Could it be a liar?
But there should be no liar so bold as to dare to cheat his own head.
Chen Yuan looked at the delicious food in front of him and couldn't help but frown.
"Has the person identified himself?"
"No, I just said he was your old friend."
Chen Yuan struggled for a while and finally said: "Siqin, go prepare another dish of the same dish."
Siqin nodded and arranged for someone to get it done.
Chen Yuanze ordered the servant: "Invite the guests to come in."
It's not that Chen Yuan was rude, the key is that the person who came did not identify himself, so Chen Yuan naturally had no reason to go out to greet him.
Moreover, because the visitor interrupted Chen Yuan's meal, Chen Yuan was not in a good mood, and he would not go out to greet him.
Chen Yuan knelt down behind the case and waited for others to come in.
After a while, the servant brought in a handsome young man.
Chen Yuan took a quick look and realized that this guy looked pretty good.
His brows are clear, his expression is calm, and he has an extraordinary bearing.
Chen Yuan stood up and saluted: "May I ask who your distinguished guest is, who claims to be an old friend of Yuan? Why does Yuan have no impression at all?"
The visitor bowed to Chen Yuan and opened his mouth, causing Chen Yuan's expression to change greatly.
"I'm with Chen Qun and Chen Wenchang in Yingchuan. In order to meet you, you lied about being an old friend. Please forgive me."
Chen Yuan's face turned ugly at first, and then he sneered: "The Chen family of Yingchuan is indeed a famous and famous family. They are very capable, and they came to the door so quickly."
After he paused for a moment, Chen Yuan's expression became calm.
"May I ask why you are visiting me so late at night?"
Hearing what Chen Yuan said, Chen Qun still looked calm and composed.
"Why is Zichu so rude and unworthy of hospitality? Why don't you invite me to sit down and talk?"
Seeing Chen Qun acting like this, Chen Yuan calmed down.
It was still influenced by the original owner.
Logically speaking, with Chen Yuan's character and mentality, he shouldn't be indifferent to Chen Qun.
It seems that the original owner has a grudge.
"In that case, please ask Brother Wen to take a seat."
Chen Qun was not polite. Shi Shiran sat down and looked at the food on Chen Yuan's table with a trace of surprise in his eyes.
Because Chen Yuan’s food was something he had never seen before.
It just so happened that Chen Qun was also worried that he had no excuse to bring up the topic, so wouldn't this just happen to him?
Chen Qun pointed at the food on Chen Yuan's table and said, "I dare to ask Zichu, what is it about your food that actually emits such a strange fragrance, making everyone salivate?"
Chen Yuan's mood had calmed down at this time. When he heard Chen Qun's question, he replied: "All I eat is stir-fry."
“What is stir-fry?”
"Stir-fry one or more vegetables in a special concave pot, use the heat transmitted from the fire to the iron pot as a carrier, add oil, seasonings and stir with a spatula until the vegetables are cooked. This is stir-fry."
Smelling the strange fragrance, Chen Qun couldn't help but said: "Zi Chu, can you share a meal with me?"
Chen Yuan was a little surprised.
Historical records from previous lives indicate that Chen Qun was beautiful, good at talking, with a dignified style and polite manners.
There is no record that he is a foodie.
As a food lover, I naturally also like to share delicious food.
Seeing that Chen Qun wanted to eat, Chen Yuan was naturally not stingy.
Moreover, Chen Yuan had just ordered his servants to prepare, and it happened to be brought up at this time, covered with cases in front of Chen Qun.
Chen Yuan stretched out his hand and said, "Brother Wen will talk to you later. Please enjoy the delicious food now."
With that said, Chen Yuan started eating first.
Just kidding, if Chen Qun hadn't interrupted, Chen Yuan would have started already.
Stir-fried vegetables lose their flavor once they cool down.
Chen Qun was not restrained and started eating directly with the chopsticks.
The lethality of stir-fried vegetables to the people of the Han Dynasty can be said to be nuclear bomb level. Chen Qun, who originally wanted to talk while eating, was attracted by the delicious food. He suddenly lost interest in talking and concentrated on the food in front of him.
Chen Yuan was also hungry and had no intention of talking at this time.
Then, there was this strange scene in the hall.
One is Yingchuan Chen's Yingjie, and the other is Jingzhou Biejia, military advisor Zhonglang General.
At this time, they all turned into old men, focused on cooking, with nothing else in their eyes except food.
However, Chen Qun is a member of the Chen family of Yingchuan after all. Even though the food in front of him is so delicious, he still manages to import it silently, and his dining etiquette is a standard.
On the other hand, Chen Yuan just wolfed down his food, but even complained back from time to time. This was so out of character.
This made Chen Qun, who was quite focused on Chen Yuan, sigh secretly.
After all, he got used to being in the outfield and lost Chen's style.
If Chen Yuan heard this, he would definitely laugh.
People live a happy life. I'm eating at my own home. I can eat whatever I want. I can smack my mouth when I want. If I don't obey, I'll be beaten.
It won't bother you to have a meal.
Something wrong!
Moreover, Chen Yuan had an ulterior motive for this move.
Finally, after Chen Qun had eaten five or six cents full, he couldn't help it any longer. He stopped his cup and threw chopsticks, saying: "The Master said: 'If the table is not straight, one will not sit; if the table is not straight, one will not eat; if one's appearance is not straight, one will not look; if one's voice is not straight, one will not look.