Chen Yue fryed seven plates of dishes in one breath, and tried roughly all the ingredients that could be used in the kitchen. It took more than a quarter of an hour, which was much faster than the original steamed dishes.

With a creaking sound, the door of the kitchen was pushed open, and the manager walked in with a long face:

"Fifth brother, this time is coming. If you continue to make trouble, don't blame Hu Lin for reporting to the master. If you eat the top position, you must not blame me!" This is called Hu Lin's manager, this time, he has made up his mind. If he waits for too long to delay dinner at home, causing several masters to get angry, the position of manager may not be removed, but if he offended the second generation ancestor at this time, his family will only say that he is loyal to his duties. Who knows his bad deeds and can't take care of him, so he simply put down his face and sent the plague god away as soon as possible.

Chen Yue hadn't spoken yet, but Xian'er was reluctant:

"Manager Hu, who said the young master is making a fool of himself? I don't believe you..."

Before he finished speaking, Hu Lin interrupted:

"Are you just a fool to me and I'll know what kind of trouble you want to fuck me?" As he said that, he frowned at Xian'er and waved his hand, "Get out of the way, I'll delay you..."

The words came to an abrupt end. Manager Hu was stunned when he stared at the dishes on the stove. He saw seven plates steadily placed on the stove. Various dishes were still steaming, and the crystal oil slowly flowed out of the food. In the celadon plate, it was like amber, embroidered by Langyan.

After taking a few deep breaths, the rich fragrance penetrated into my nose, making people unable to help but move their index fingers. It was really sipped and smelled.

The color and fragrance have already become, and the taste must not be too bad, but these are not the most surprising. He can’t make dishes with both color and fragrance, but he can’t make seven dishes in a quarter of an hour!

You should know that there is no gas stove pressure cooker in later generations at this time. It is common to cook a hot dish for one or two hours by steaming it. Even if you use seven stoves to cook seven dishes at the same time, it is definitely impossible to complete it in such a short time.

Looking at the boy who looked at him calmly, the sweat on Manager Hu's back appeared. The failure of his studies and squandered his family actually had nothing to do with him. However, he was disdainful of others' discussions, but he could not ignore him, but he could not help but take it to heart!

Manager Hu was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do, and he was very regretful and couldn't speak.

Chen Yue frowned when he saw him staying in place. Although he was a little dissatisfied with his attitude just now, he was too lazy to care about it. He pointed to the plate of fried bamboo shoots and fried meat that he had started to stir-fry, and ordered the other two dishes because he was not very satisfied with the kitchen utensils. "You can bring these three dishes to my grandfather and the others. I also have to copy books, so I will go back to my room to eat today."

After saying that, Chen Yue winked at Xian'er, and Xian'er blushed and took the dishes that the young master had ordered on the tray to go out. This was really embarrassing. There was no reason to bring unsatisfactory dishes to the elders for food. It was not easy to expose him in front of outsiders. But at least she had tasted these dishes, which was actually delicious, and I think it was just a thing of the past.

The two left the kitchen one after another, and Manager Hu followed behind and walked out, feeling a little reluctant to speak, but he had just offended this great god and didn't have to say much, so he had to laugh and apologize repeatedly.

The mate in the kitchen was waiting outside to go in to work, and a few good people were still stretching their necks and looking at Chen Yue, secretly discussing the fact that the fifth brother of the Chen family would make a bunch of pickled things waiting to be joked. Manager Hu walked over and slapped him in the back of his head and immediately shrank his head.

Manager Hu taught a few eye-openers a lesson, and then ran to Chen Yue half a step behind him. After thinking for a long time, he finally thought of a remark to ease the atmosphere with Chen Yue:

"Fifth brother's craftsmanship is indeed an eye-opener for me. I just don't know what these dishes are called. I hope to tell Xiao Di to come and the men, so I can have a remark if I ask you."

Chen Yue was still a little resentful of his prestige towards Xian'er just now. He wanted to make Xian'er vent his anger, so he turned to her and said:

"Xian'er, tell him."

As a result, Xian'er responded and then directly reported the name of the dish to Guanshi Hu: "The first dish made of winter bamboo shoots and pork is called 'bamboo shoots fried pork', and the second dish is..."

Chen Yue rolled his eyes. This girl was kind-hearted and didn't even say anything coldly. Instead, she became a villain.

Manager Hu wrote down one by one and asked again: "The dish made by Brother Wu must be Jin Jiyu sashimi, but this pork is fried with bamboo shoots... I'm afraid it will not be in line with the man's wishes..."

In the Song Dynasty, people with status and status like to eat mutton, thinking that pork is vulgar, so ordinary people would choose more pork to eat. Before the Southern and Northern Dynasties, the meat ratings were also cattle, sheep, dogs and pigs. There was a saying that "the king would not kill cattle without reason, the doctor would not kill sheep without reason, and the scholar would not kill dogs and pigs without reason." Although these hierarchies were not so strict in the Song Dynasty, people with status still liked to show their own differences in various eating habits. There is another saying that the pigs at this time had never been rude and had a scent of smell.

Chen Yue thought about it and said a likable poem to him, so he could do his own things.

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In the hall, Chen Yan and his son Chen Li casually talked about some big and small things that happened in Hangzhou recently. When they saw Manager Hu leading someone to come over with a few dishes, they smiled and said:

"What kind of wind is blowing today? The chef has to serve the dishes himself. Could it be that some fresh food?"

Hu Lin saluted to the people on the table and said, "Today, the fifth brother cooked and wanted to respect the elders in the family. Hu Lin felt deeply filial to the fifth brother's filial piety, so he came to serve the men and expressed his admiration." These words were obvious to Chen Yue to make up for his previous mistakes. Although he was not here, he would probably be able to reach his ears sooner or later. If he was happy to teach him a few tricks, then the descendants and grandchildren will not have to worry about food and clothing in the future.

Chen Yan raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Oh? When did Shangwen learn about the matter of "Prince Ding?"

Chen Liyeqi said: "There is such a thing? Could it be that the fifth brother bought it from outside to make up for the count?"

While serving a few dishes to the table, Hu Lin said, "This is absolutely true. After the fifth brother cooks, we are waiting outside, so we can't cook fake ones." Each dish is served and the name of the dish is reported.

Chen Yan looked at the dishes on the table and frowned: "I still have a bit of appetite, but what is the method of steaming or cooking?"

"It's cooking." Hu Lin replied.

"Cooking? Is it a cooking in Tokyo?" Chen Yan climbed up step by step from selecting people to becoming a military and political affairs in the sixth grade of the Imperial Palace. After staying in Kaifeng for a long time, he naturally heard about the unique skills of several hotels in Tokyo.

"That's right." Hu Lin answered without hesitation. He had just picked up a few bites of dishes and tasted them. Judging from the characteristics circulating in the industry, it was undoubtedly a stir-fry.

Chen Li also frowned: "What's the matter with Shangwen doing? I've been wasting great ingredients."

Chen Yan waved his hand at him: "It's okay, it's good to have this intention. The family is not short of food and clothing. It's better to cook and respect elders than to go out to spend time and drink. Come on, let's try Shangwen's craftsmanship." As he said that, he picked up a chopstick and fried pork with bamboo shoots. In fact, he had no idea about Chen Yue's craftsmanship, but even if his grandson's beauty is pinched, he still wants to be willing to do it.

Seeing that his father had already taken the chopsticks first, Chen Li had to pick it up.

After a moment, the two looked at each other, and their eyebrows, which were originally frowning like they were drinking bitter medicine, raised up again, and they clamped another piece in a tacit understanding...

After a while, the table was cleaned up like a wind and clouds. It was strange to say that although these dishes were not as light as the cooking dishes that were often eaten at home, nor were they elegantly steamed dishes after being carved, they tasted delicious and refreshing, fresh and fragrant but not wet. Although it was a little salty, they were especially served. Even Chen Yan, who was in his sixties, ate two bowls of rice with the dishes.

After eating, Chen Yan felt satisfied and touched his round belly. He was still not satisfied. He was afraid that he would lose face in front of the servants. He coughed and found an excuse, "Well, the taste is good, but how did this fried pork with bamboo shoots? It's not bad. It's better to eat mutton from the literati and official families. Let him make some elegant dishes tomorrow." He didn't mention how many "vulgar things" he had eaten just now.

Chen Li nodded and agreed, "At a young age, he didn't focus on articles, so he actually did such a kitchen work. Humph, since he liked it, he would punish him for three days to cook."

Chen Yan glanced at his son and thought to himself that it was indeed better than blue than blue. He also nodded and said, "I should be punished."

Hu Lin looked at the old lady Chen Yan, then at the third master Chen Li, scratched his head and said, "Uh... Go back to Taigong, Master, the fifth brother said before that this dish of fried bamboo shoots has a liquor poem, saying that 'With no bamboo is vulgar, and without meat is thin; not vulgar, but not thin, stir-fried bamboo shoots with meat', this dish should be good."

"Well? I didn't expect that there would be these words in a stir-fry dish..." Chen Li reacted here, "It would be great to make a lilac poem? You should punish those who should be punished, and he will be indispensable for a day!"

Chen Yan stroked the silver beard and looked serious: "Why should students take the affairs of a great sage and add things to dogs and pigs? Extra punishment for three days to warn others." In fact, this is a bit unreasonable. There are many ancient people who wrote poems and praises for delicious food and wine, but I think no one dares to refute his words in the Chen family.

Chen Yan glanced at his father, thought that Jiang was still old, and nodded, "What the boss said is, you should be punished!"

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