I am a child of Daqin Xiong, who supervises the country at the age of eight
Chapter 23 Wok Cooking
Chapter 23 Wok Cooking
Ding this thing.
In later generations, it is a symbol of Chinese culture and an important weapon of the country.
Can be placed in the current era.
This thing is not only used as a ritual vessel.
in more scenes.
It's all for cooking, for cooking!
Well, just cooking.
Or used to hold meals.
All in all, it has nothing to do with rice.
Moreover, different identities cannot use the tripod indiscriminately.
However, in the eyes of Ying Changsheng.
Ding this thing.
Really not suitable for cooking.
Because the rice made by Ding is nothing more than boiled, stewed, or steamed.
For a person from later generations, how could Ying Changsheng adapt to such a backward diet.
In Ying Changsheng's opinion.
Daqin is simply a food desert.
The quality of the food produced is comparable to that of English cuisine, which has been criticized a lot by later generations.
Not even Ah San’s food, which is clean and hygienic, but tastes good!
It looks bad and tastes bad!
Moreover, there are few types of food, because there are very few vegetables and spices native to China, and most of them are imported from the Western Regions and from the Americas.
Therefore, Ying Changsheng right now can't wait, and wants to make his own food.
Unfortunately, he was surprised to find that the ideal is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.
Daqin is not just a food desert.
There are no tools for cooking.
I don’t even have an iron pot, what do you want to eat?
Nonsense!
Therefore, without hesitation, Ying Changsheng approached people from the Mo family and asked them to make iron pots according to his instructions.
However, these public failures are dead-brained—the people of the Mohists all advocate universal love and love for the people.
They are very simple people.
I heard that Ying Changsheng used precious ironware to make pots, and the pots he made were just for pleasure.
He was annoyed at the time, accusing Ying Changsheng of wasting money.
But when he saw that after the molten iron was produced in the clay blast furnace made by Ying Changsheng, Gongshu Shangzao, who was still dissatisfied with Ying Changsheng's behavior at first, became energetic in an instant.
Dang Ji patted his chest and wanted to make an iron pot for Ying Changsheng.
However, although he promised to make an iron pot, Gongshu Shangzao was still very skeptical in his heart.
he grumbled.
"From my point of view, this iron pot is nothing more than a kind of metal. Could it be possible that the cooked rice still smells of iron?"
"It's not too late for you to say this after you create it and taste the delicacies I made with the iron pot!"
Ying Changsheng rolled his eyes, despising Gongshu Shangzao next to him, for his ignorance.
"Hearing what you said, nineteenth brother, I really want to see the benefits of cooking in this iron pot!"
Fusu chuckled and said to Ying Changsheng.
He heard Ying Yueer mention it two days ago, saying that the nineteenth brother has done a lot of research on gourmet food recently, and the hot pot he made tasted particularly delicious, so Fusu really wanted to learn more.
After Fusu spoke, Wang Jian beside him also spoke.
"In this way, I also want to try it. The cook in my house can barely cook, but if this iron pot can add to the deliciousness of the food, I don't mind getting him a dozen iron pots at home!"
Gongshu Shangzao is obviously a formidable person. He quickly followed what Ying Changsheng said, using the soft, fine sand used for casting, to outline a model of an iron pot in the mold, and then ,immediately.
Slapping the dust in his hands.
"Young Master Nineteen, since you said so, then I will start casting now, first cast it, and see if it works!"
After all, Gongshu Shangzao ordered two craftsmen to pour molten iron into the mold here.
Immediately, when a trace of hot air came out from the vent hole above the sand.
After waiting for a while, the heat stopped.
With Gongshu Shangzao at hand, he picked up a small wooden stick, and smashed the hardened mold on the outside due to the high temperature. Then, the craftsman at the side brought a bucket of clean water and poured it on it according to Gongshu Shangzao's requirements.
In an instant.
Steam came out in all directions, and soon, the cast iron pot was fully formed.
"Your Highness, what do you think of this thing?"
Gongshu Shangzao asked Ying Changsheng, holding the iron pot.
Ying Changsheng took a few glances, then nodded slightly.
"It's okay, but the pot is a little thicker, but it's okay!"
As he spoke, he glanced at the not-so-smooth pot wall, and couldn't help frowning.
"However, this pot still needs to be polished carefully!"
"That's natural, it will be fine in a while!"
Gongshu Shangzao nodded, and then called a disciple. After a while, the latter brought a wooden table with a special tool with a grinding wheel on it.
"This is?"
Ying Changsheng looked at the equipment with transmission and pedals in front of him, and couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.
"It's just an ordinary tool. What's your opinion, Young Master Nineteen?"
The public loses the way to win and win.
As for Ying Changsheng, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
Sure enough, the Mohists actually built a structure similar to a bicycle in this era, but they used this power for grinding.
This kind of equipment is used for polishing, and it is still very fast.
After a while, a smooth iron pan was polished properly.
Seeing that Ying Changsheng was very satisfied, Fusu and Wang Jian were watching with gusto. The two were in high positions and had never seen a craftsman making utensils.
Still interested at the moment.
Seeing that the iron pot was made, Wang Jian couldn't help looking at the iron pot suspiciously.
"Young Master Nineteen, there is nothing unusual about this thing. It is nothing more than thinner than a tripod and lacks some decorations. Does it really have that miraculous effect when used for cooking?"
"Of course, what I say can be false?"
Ying Changsheng said without thinking.
Immediately, he opened his mouth and said.
"Today, I'm going to make a few dishes, my newly researched delicacies!"
After saying this, Ying Changsheng went to the imperial dining room in the palace with the iron pot in person.
Inside, there is food that he has already prepared.
A few well-prepared, peeled and washed potatoes.
A total of one catty was exchanged by him in the system with the National Luck Value.
There is also a pound of tomatoes, the same thing, except that Ying Changsheng left one behind to get the seeds inside so that he can plant his own seeds.
Right now, Ying Changsheng plans to use these ingredients to cook!
However, Ying Changsheng is only in charge of directing, he does not do it himself.
Because in fact, he doesn't know how to cook too much...
One is called Yu Chu, who will cook according to his orders. Yu Chu's knife skills are quite good. After a while, he cut those potatoes into thin strips and prepared all the materials.
"When cooking the pot, don't use too much heat. Also, don't put too much oil in the pot, as it will save too much oil, but don't put too much oil, so as not to burn the bottom..."
Ying Changsheng stood aside, directing the chef.
(End of this chapter)
Ding this thing.
In later generations, it is a symbol of Chinese culture and an important weapon of the country.
Can be placed in the current era.
This thing is not only used as a ritual vessel.
in more scenes.
It's all for cooking, for cooking!
Well, just cooking.
Or used to hold meals.
All in all, it has nothing to do with rice.
Moreover, different identities cannot use the tripod indiscriminately.
However, in the eyes of Ying Changsheng.
Ding this thing.
Really not suitable for cooking.
Because the rice made by Ding is nothing more than boiled, stewed, or steamed.
For a person from later generations, how could Ying Changsheng adapt to such a backward diet.
In Ying Changsheng's opinion.
Daqin is simply a food desert.
The quality of the food produced is comparable to that of English cuisine, which has been criticized a lot by later generations.
Not even Ah San’s food, which is clean and hygienic, but tastes good!
It looks bad and tastes bad!
Moreover, there are few types of food, because there are very few vegetables and spices native to China, and most of them are imported from the Western Regions and from the Americas.
Therefore, Ying Changsheng right now can't wait, and wants to make his own food.
Unfortunately, he was surprised to find that the ideal is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.
Daqin is not just a food desert.
There are no tools for cooking.
I don’t even have an iron pot, what do you want to eat?
Nonsense!
Therefore, without hesitation, Ying Changsheng approached people from the Mo family and asked them to make iron pots according to his instructions.
However, these public failures are dead-brained—the people of the Mohists all advocate universal love and love for the people.
They are very simple people.
I heard that Ying Changsheng used precious ironware to make pots, and the pots he made were just for pleasure.
He was annoyed at the time, accusing Ying Changsheng of wasting money.
But when he saw that after the molten iron was produced in the clay blast furnace made by Ying Changsheng, Gongshu Shangzao, who was still dissatisfied with Ying Changsheng's behavior at first, became energetic in an instant.
Dang Ji patted his chest and wanted to make an iron pot for Ying Changsheng.
However, although he promised to make an iron pot, Gongshu Shangzao was still very skeptical in his heart.
he grumbled.
"From my point of view, this iron pot is nothing more than a kind of metal. Could it be possible that the cooked rice still smells of iron?"
"It's not too late for you to say this after you create it and taste the delicacies I made with the iron pot!"
Ying Changsheng rolled his eyes, despising Gongshu Shangzao next to him, for his ignorance.
"Hearing what you said, nineteenth brother, I really want to see the benefits of cooking in this iron pot!"
Fusu chuckled and said to Ying Changsheng.
He heard Ying Yueer mention it two days ago, saying that the nineteenth brother has done a lot of research on gourmet food recently, and the hot pot he made tasted particularly delicious, so Fusu really wanted to learn more.
After Fusu spoke, Wang Jian beside him also spoke.
"In this way, I also want to try it. The cook in my house can barely cook, but if this iron pot can add to the deliciousness of the food, I don't mind getting him a dozen iron pots at home!"
Gongshu Shangzao is obviously a formidable person. He quickly followed what Ying Changsheng said, using the soft, fine sand used for casting, to outline a model of an iron pot in the mold, and then ,immediately.
Slapping the dust in his hands.
"Young Master Nineteen, since you said so, then I will start casting now, first cast it, and see if it works!"
After all, Gongshu Shangzao ordered two craftsmen to pour molten iron into the mold here.
Immediately, when a trace of hot air came out from the vent hole above the sand.
After waiting for a while, the heat stopped.
With Gongshu Shangzao at hand, he picked up a small wooden stick, and smashed the hardened mold on the outside due to the high temperature. Then, the craftsman at the side brought a bucket of clean water and poured it on it according to Gongshu Shangzao's requirements.
In an instant.
Steam came out in all directions, and soon, the cast iron pot was fully formed.
"Your Highness, what do you think of this thing?"
Gongshu Shangzao asked Ying Changsheng, holding the iron pot.
Ying Changsheng took a few glances, then nodded slightly.
"It's okay, but the pot is a little thicker, but it's okay!"
As he spoke, he glanced at the not-so-smooth pot wall, and couldn't help frowning.
"However, this pot still needs to be polished carefully!"
"That's natural, it will be fine in a while!"
Gongshu Shangzao nodded, and then called a disciple. After a while, the latter brought a wooden table with a special tool with a grinding wheel on it.
"This is?"
Ying Changsheng looked at the equipment with transmission and pedals in front of him, and couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.
"It's just an ordinary tool. What's your opinion, Young Master Nineteen?"
The public loses the way to win and win.
As for Ying Changsheng, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
Sure enough, the Mohists actually built a structure similar to a bicycle in this era, but they used this power for grinding.
This kind of equipment is used for polishing, and it is still very fast.
After a while, a smooth iron pan was polished properly.
Seeing that Ying Changsheng was very satisfied, Fusu and Wang Jian were watching with gusto. The two were in high positions and had never seen a craftsman making utensils.
Still interested at the moment.
Seeing that the iron pot was made, Wang Jian couldn't help looking at the iron pot suspiciously.
"Young Master Nineteen, there is nothing unusual about this thing. It is nothing more than thinner than a tripod and lacks some decorations. Does it really have that miraculous effect when used for cooking?"
"Of course, what I say can be false?"
Ying Changsheng said without thinking.
Immediately, he opened his mouth and said.
"Today, I'm going to make a few dishes, my newly researched delicacies!"
After saying this, Ying Changsheng went to the imperial dining room in the palace with the iron pot in person.
Inside, there is food that he has already prepared.
A few well-prepared, peeled and washed potatoes.
A total of one catty was exchanged by him in the system with the National Luck Value.
There is also a pound of tomatoes, the same thing, except that Ying Changsheng left one behind to get the seeds inside so that he can plant his own seeds.
Right now, Ying Changsheng plans to use these ingredients to cook!
However, Ying Changsheng is only in charge of directing, he does not do it himself.
Because in fact, he doesn't know how to cook too much...
One is called Yu Chu, who will cook according to his orders. Yu Chu's knife skills are quite good. After a while, he cut those potatoes into thin strips and prepared all the materials.
"When cooking the pot, don't use too much heat. Also, don't put too much oil in the pot, as it will save too much oil, but don't put too much oil, so as not to burn the bottom..."
Ying Changsheng stood aside, directing the chef.
(End of this chapter)
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