Upon hearing Li Er's words, Qin Feng knew that he had to show off his skills today. He agreed,"Your Majesty and everyone, please wait for a moment. I'll go stir-fry a few dishes.”
"Stir-fry? Why didn't you use the steaming method?" When Old Cheng heard that there were good dishes, he immediately became interested. However, since it was stir-frying, he could not help but have some doubts.
"That's right. After you taste the stir-fried vegetables, you definitely won't want to eat steamed vegetables anymore." Qin Feng said confidently.”
Words are useless. In a while, Qin Feng will show them how to cook. However, there are many people today. Two catties of meat is not enough to share. He took out ten catties of pork and some pig offal from the cold storage.
A man who looked like a scholar suddenly stopped Qin Feng. He pointed at the meat in his hand and asked,"Wait, what are these?"
Qin Feng replied,"Pork and pig offal."”
After saying that, he pursed his lips. This person had probably never seen raw meat before.
The scholar choked and said angrily,""His Majesty is the Son of Heaven, how noble is he? You actually gave him pork? Forget about pork, there was actually pig offal?”
In this era, nobles mainly ate mutton. Of course, with Li Er's status, beef was also fine, but pork was definitely not.
Because in their perception, pigs were dirty and lowly, so these self-proclaimed noble nobles were not willing to eat them. Only those ordinary people who could not afford mutton occasionally ate pork to improve their diet.
Even pork was like this, not to mention the disgusting pig offal.
Qin Feng rolled his eyes. This person was really a dog biting Lu Dongbin. He didn't know how to appreciate a good person. He had planned to use pork and pig offal to make some good dishes to entertain them, but he didn't expect them to not appreciate it.
Qin Feng waved the meat and water in front of the scholar and said,"If you don't want to eat, there's a door over there.”
That scholar was extremely furious. He pointed at Qin Feng and said,"You…"
Seeing that the atmosphere was not good, Li Er tried to persuade him,"Alright, Wuji, there's no need to be angry. At most, we won't eat these pig offal.”
The person called Fearless suppressed his anger and replied,"Yes, sir!"
Fearless? Then this scholar was Li Er's brother-in-law, Zhangsun Wuji. No wonder he had such a bad temper.
Zhangsun Wuji wasn't around when they ate the imperial food in the palace, so Qin Feng didn't recognize him.
After comforting his brother-in-law Zhangsun Wuji, Li Er turned to Qin Feng and said,"Qin Feng, you can do whatever you want. This one wants to see how your dishes compare to this one's imperial cuisine.”
"Yes."
Qin Feng looked at everyone's disapproving expressions and thought in his heart, You country bumpkins look down on pork and pig offal. When the time comes, you won't be able to escape the law of true fragrance.
Seeing Qin Feng enter the kitchen, Zhangsun Wuji said,"Your Majesty, as the saying goes, a gentleman stays far away from the kitchen. This Uncle Lan Tian is frying vegetables and making ice. Therefore, the poem outside the residence just now was definitely not written by him.”
"Hehe, old man Zhangsun, why are you in such a hurry? If it was written by Qin Feng, you can just ask him later. Why, can't you afford that hundred strings?”
Cheng Yaojin mocked Zhangsun Wuji. His eyes rolled and he said,"If you go out and shout 'I, Zhangsun Wuji, am a pauper' three times in front of the guests, then I don't want you to give it to me. How about it?”
Cheng Yaojin and Yuchi Jingde, who were born in the military, were not highly educated and spoke rudely. They were often despised and impeached by people like Zhangsun Wuji who had received Confucian education since childhood.
Therefore, this group of people often talked nonsense. Today, when they saw the zither poem outside the mansion, they guessed who wrote it. Cheng Yaojin naturally said that it was Qin Feng.
Zhangsun Wuji was a person with a high literary self-restraint, so he could naturally feel the emotions expressed in the poem. It was definitely not something that a teenager could write. Moreover, even he was ashamed of his inferior handwriting. No matter what, he did not believe that it was written by a teenager.
Just now, Qin Feng took the initiative to run to cook. Which scholar had not learned the principle of "a gentleman stays away from the kitchen"? Therefore, Zhangsun Wuji concluded that Qin Feng was definitely not a person who wrote poetry.
Cheng Yaojin had been holding back his laughter. He had long known that the poem was written by Qin Feng. After all, his son and Qin Feng had gone to Yichun Courtyard of Pingkang Lane a few days ago. After Cheng Chumo and his brothers went back, they added fuel to the fire and told Cheng Yaojin about it.
At first, Cheng Yaojin thought that the children were bragging, but when he personally went to Yichun Yard to see the beautifully framed five poems, he completely believed them.
When he saw the zither poem outside the manor, Cheng Yaojin recognized that it was Qin Feng's handwriting, which was why he had a bet with Zhangsun Wuji.
The two sides were in a deadlock. They were only waiting for Qin Feng to personally reveal the answer.
The waiting time was long. The adults were fine, but the two children were a little hungry.
The pretty girl blinked her eyes and asked Li Er,""Imperial Father, what is stir-fried vegetables? Your daughter is hungry."
Li Er patted Li Lizhi's head dotingly and said,"Lizhi, be good. Wait a little longer. As for the stir-fried vegetables, Imperial Father is not too sure.”
Li Lizhi turned her gaze to Zhangsun Wuji, who immediately waved his hand and said,""Don't look at me. Uncle doesn't know either.”
Li Lizhi couldn't help but feel a little disappointed after asking around without any results. At this time, Li Chengqian, who was beside her, pulled her sleeve. The two of them took advantage of the time when the adults were chatting and sneaked into the kitchen.
The kitchen door was closed. As soon as the door was opened, an indescribable fragrance swept in. The siblings said in unison,"It smells so good!"
Then, the two of them quickly ran to Qin Feng. Qin Feng's sweet and sour pork tenderloin had just been served. It was bright in color, crispy in skin and tender in meat. It was sour and sweet on the outside and rich in meat fragrance on the inside.
Sweet and sour pork tenderloin was one of the classic Han dishes. It was found in Zhejiang, Shandong, Sichuan, Cantonese, and Huai cuisines. The sweet and sour pork tenderloin of Shandong cuisine was the most famous.
The sweet and sour pork tenderloin was mainly made of pork tenderloin, with flour, vinegar, and other seasonings. It was sweet and sour and delicious, making people's appetite increase.
For example, the siblings Li Chengqian and Li Lizhi, although they were used to eating the imperial food in the palace, they were staring at the large bowl of sweet and sour pork at this moment and kept swallowing their saliva.
Qin Feng picked up a few pieces and threw them to Rhubarb. Rhubarb finished them quickly and sat on the ground obediently, waiting for Qin Feng to feed it.
After confirming that it was not poisonous and edible, Qin Feng handed two pairs of chopsticks to the siblings. They thanked him and impatiently picked up the chopsticks to add a piece of sweet and sour pork into their mouths.
As soon as he put it into his mouth, his tongue was immediately scalded. Even so, he was unwilling to spit it out. He chewed while sticking out his tongue.
After swallowing a piece, Li Lizhi blinked her big eyes and asked,""Brother Qin Feng, is this the stir-fried dish you were talking about? It's sour and sweet. It's really delicious."
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