Brother Zheng was not in a hurry to answer.
He was now very interested in the refined salt that Song Yuan mentioned. It was actually better than the white salt that was specially supplied by Xianyang Palace?
"Is the refined salt you mentioned really that good?" Brother Zheng pursed his lips and asked.”
"Definitely! I'll cook a few dishes for you with refined salt at noon. You'll know how amazing it is!”
Song Yuan said.
"Stir-fried vegetables?" What do you mean?"
Song Yuan was stunned for a moment before he immediately reacted.
There was no stir-frying in the Great Qin Empire. Stir-frying was a cooking method that had been developed for a very long time. From the Western Han Dynasty's Chinese chives and eggs, to the Northern and Southern Dynasties 'stir-fried chicken, it was only during the Ming Dynasty that iron-smelting technology became mature and oil-extracting technology developed. Stir-frying finally entered the people's field of vision.
The Qin Dynasty was really far away from the Ming Dynasty.
However, Song Yuan had the oil, salt, and iron pot given by the system, so cooking was naturally very easy.
It was normal for his father-in-law to not know.
"Stir-frying is a cooking method that I invented. The delicacies that I make are absolutely delicious!" he said with a faint smile.”
Brother Zheng's eyes lit up and he asked subconsciously,""Compared to hotpot?"
"Each has its own merits, and there's nothing worse than that!”
Song Yuan raised his voice.
"Alright!" Brother Zheng immediately said. If it's really as powerful as you say, so what if I spend some effort to create a salt sales channel for you?”
Meng Tian, who was at the side, facepalmed. His Majesty was too shameless.
Song Yuan had a happy look on his face. As expected, when dealing with a foodie, one had to use a strange move!
With a thought, he took out another packet of Chinese seeds and handed it to Brother Zheng and Meng Tian. He said,""As long as the sale of refined salt is successful, our business will take another big step forward. Come, let's have a cigarette to celebrate!”
Meng Tian hesitated for a moment. If she accepted the cigarette, wouldn't that mean that she was tacitly admitting that she was Song Yuan's accomplice?
Brother Zheng was calm. He lit his cigarette and said,"You're still too inexperienced. We'll talk about the partnership later. Tell me more about cooking first!”
Song Yuan had no choice but to light his cigarette. He took a deep breath and slowly talked about the eight major cuisines of his previous life. He described the various stir-fried dishes in a vivid manner.
As Brother Zheng and Meng Tian listened, they smoked and swallowed their saliva from time to time.
If it wasn't for the fact that it was still early and they had just finished breakfast, the two of them might have directly carried Song Yuan to the kitchen.
After chatting for a while about cooking, the three of them unknowingly arrived at the manor lord's manor.
Brother Zheng went to visit his daughter and granddaughter, while Meng Tian left to observe the training on the drill ground.
Song Yuan also ran into the study room and picked up the menu to prepare. After all, he had just boasted that he would cook a delicious meal.
Song Yuan only came out of seclusion when they reached the restaurant at noon.
Brother Zheng followed Song Yuan into the kitchen curiously and asked,""Where's the refined salt you mentioned? And that iron pot and vegetable oil? Let me see!"
Fortunately, Song Yuan was prepared. He took out three items and introduced them.
Brother Zheng took a look and couldn't tell how powerful it was. He said,"Let me taste your refined salt."
Song Yuan had no choice but to accept it and explained,""Eating too much of this is not good for your body!”
"Stingy!"
Brother Zheng complained. He was still brooding over Song Yuan not letting him eat hotpot last time, but he was soon attracted by the refined salt.
The refined salt in front of him was as white as snow, without a trace of impurities. It was incomparably clean!
Compared to Song Yuan's refined salt, the salt supplied by Xianyang Palace was like sand picked up from the ground!
Since the appearance was so good, the taste was probably not bad either, right?
Brother Zheng thought for a moment and took a sip of the refined salt.
"Hmm?"
This was not right!
Brother Zheng shouted in his heart. The taste of the refined salt in his mouth was too good!
There was no bitterness at all!
Just like its appearance, it was very clean!
It was pure saltiness!
Brother Zheng immediately decided that in the future, the salt supply of Xianyang Palace would be changed to this refined salt. Not only that, the coarse salt in his salary could also be changed to this.
At that time, the officials would praise him again!
Brother Zheng smiled and said,"This salt is not bad. I'll definitely buy it for you!”
"Thank you, father-in-law. I'll make you something delicious later!”
Song Yuan said as if he was coaxing a child.
"Good, I'll go out and wait for your cooking.”
Brother Zheng left the kitchen after saying that.
Song Yuan looked at the iron pot in his hand and buried his head in it.
About 15 minutes.
After he was done, Song Yuan didn't make any complicated dishes. He stir-fried meat with chili, vegetables with oil, braised eggplant, stir-fried meat with green beans, and even cooked a portion of porridge for Manman.
Although it was simple, it was already a heavenly delicacy for Brother Zheng and the others in ancient times!
It looked, smelled, and tasted great!
Brother Zheng looked at the dishes on the table and thought to himself. The fragrance of the dishes from time to time made him pick up his chopsticks.
As the delicious food entered his mouth, Brother Zheng exclaimed again.
"Good! Good! Good! This is the best food I've ever eaten! You guys don't have to stand on ceremony. Eat up!"
Only when the Ancestral Dragon spoke did Meng Tian and Ying Shiman dare to make a move.
Song Yuan, on the other hand, had long enjoyed it.
During lunch, the four of them were beaming with joy. Brother Zheng even planned to come to the Song Manor more often in the future, not for anything else but to freeload!
It wasn't that he didn't want the royal chefs in the palace to study it, but Song Yuan had said that cooking required an iron pot, and there were no iron pots in the palace.
With today's iron-making technology, the iron pots made and the vegetables cooked would poison people to death.
Brother Zheng was also looking forward to the new steel. He took a portion of Song Yuan's refined salt and left the Song Manor with Meng Tian.
Since they had agreed to give Song Yuan a channel to sell salt, they naturally had to put on an act so that they could see the new steel.
The two of them left.
Song Yuan was not idle either. Although he could not build a steel factory now, he could still make iron on a small scale.
The iron ore that he had bought previously had arrived today. Since he had nothing to do in the afternoon, Song Yuan planned to go take a look and hand over the salt production method to the villagers so that they could start producing refined salt on a large scale.
As for Brother Zheng, he brought the refined salt back to Xianyang Palace and began to help Song Yuan sell the smuggled salt.
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