If Lu Peng knew that Cai Yan could see so many things from his book, he would definitely treat this girl as his confidant.
However, he did not have time to think so much at this time. He was happily harvesting the vegetables he had planted before.
There were tender green cabbages, fresh cucumbers, and this so-called sunflower. He wondered if it tasted good. In short, vegetables were quite rare. Last year, they only planted food. This year, there was a huge increase in manpower and land, so of course, they had to plant some vegetables.
The crops planted in their fields were also blessed. The vegetable garden, which was less than one mu, was full of harvests. Four or five men picked it several times.
In addition, the iron pot that Lu Peng had asked the blacksmith to make was also ready. It was placed on the stove, and the little chef walked around in confusion.
In this era, there were no stir-fried dishes. The most common food for people was boiling and stewing. The rich also roasted meat.
There were two reasons for not cooking. One was that there was no wok, and the other was that there was no vegetable oil.
After thinking about it for nearly a year, Lu Peng finally got both of them.
The oil was fried from soybeans. Half a jar of oil was made from two baskets of soybeans, which was considered a luxury. Lu Kang was indignant when he saw it.
Everyone loved to enjoy themselves, and Lu Peng was no exception. Was it wrong to let himself and his family live a better life when he had the conditions?
For the past year, he had been dreaming of eating stir-fried vegetables!
After setting up the iron pot, Lu Peng took a deep breath piously while the little chef studied curiously at the side.
Apart from a few dishes, Lu Peng also prepared eggs. Scrambled eggs were delicious without any seasoning.
" Zi--" The sound of oil entering the pot shocked the little chef. She covered her ears and jumped away hurriedly.
He used some oil to rinse the pot, then poured it away and began to stir-fry.
Diao Chan brought her maid over and asked curiously,""Husband, what are you doing?"
Lu Peng tapped the tip of her nose.""Of course it's delicious. Do you want to eat it?”
"Mmm, it smells so good." Diao Chan looked at the pot curiously with a red face.
Stir-fried cabbage, stir-fried cucumbers, stir-fried eggs. Today, I'll stir-fry to my heart's content!
"Try it!"
"Ah, it's delicious!"
Diao Chan's eyes instantly curved into crescents as she said in surprise.
In fact, if one were to really talk about how delicious it was, it would definitely be far inferior to modern society. However, this world had never done such a thing before. It gave people a strange feeling.
"There's too little seasoning." Lu Peng sighed regretfully and patted Diao Chan's head. If only I could bring you back to the modern world.
There wasn't even any gourmet powder, so he could only add some chicken soup to increase the flavor.
However, the few dishes that Lu Peng thought were lacking were delicacies in the eyes of Diao Chan and the maids.
After Diao Chan ate a little, she did not forget her best friend and whispered,""Husband, can I bring some for sister Zhao Ji?”
"Go ahead." Lu Peng said with a smile.
It was true that the saying 'eat a person's soft tongue' was true. After Cai Zhaoji ate this kind of food that she had never tasted before, she agreed to do the illustration.
That afternoon, he drew a few paintings and asked Diao Chan to show them to Lu Peng.
"Amazing." Lu Peng muttered.
Basically, it met his requirements very well. Just hearing him say it, she could draw it completely. She really lived up to her reputation as a talented woman.
"Yes, Sister Zhao Ji is very powerful. No matter what book it is, she can remember it after reading it once! I used to worship her."
"Hehe, no matter how good she is, she can't draw such a beautiful face like my Xiaochan.”Lu Peng chuckled.
"Husband, you…are too mushy!" Diao Chan blushed.
Stir-frying could not be promoted on a large scale for the time being, but Lu Peng had already asked a few craftsmen to experiment on how to better refine soybean oil.
At present, it was still a luxury item belonging to County Magistrate Lu's family. Other than Diao Chan and Cai Yan's maids, only Lu Yi and his little uncle, as well as Lu Cui and Wang Can, could eat it.
Right, these two disciples of Lao Cai didn't know what to do at that time, so they followed him back.
Lu Cui was seventeen this year, while Wang Can was only thirteen.
Lu Peng had never heard of the former. He knew Little Wang's reputation. He was one of the Seven Sons of Jian 'an. He was a good talent and could be nurtured.
The kids were eating happily, and even little Lu Ji was shaking his head happily. If Lu Kang came to pick him up, he might shout,""I don't miss the cottage when I'm happy here!"
As Lu Yi ate, he began to ponder again."Uncle Peng, why didn't anyone think of such a delicious cooking method before?”
Because there were no transmigrators in the past…Lu Peng frowned when he saw this guy. Why did he have so many questions? He said unhappily,""Don't ask. I'll send you to a good place in two days!”
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