Chapter 294: : True Artifact

Zhu Houzhao is most interested in French fries.
The stewed potato strips, which were cooked for seven or eight minutes, were taken out and put in clean water. Then the oil was put in the pot, and then the potato strips were thrown in. After a while, a strong fragrance spread.
After the husband removed the golden-fried french fries, Zhu Houzhao took it one by one, and took one. He grinned madly at the french fries, and then ... took a bite.
Fragrant and crisp!
It smells!
"It's delicious! Come and try it. Come and try it. It's delicious." Zhu Houzhao said, regardless of the greasiness in his hand, he was excited while eating.
Fang Jifan took a bite, and the taste was much worse than that of later generations. Later generations would soak potato chips in milk, the taste is more intense, this ... well, actually it is not bad, after all, in this era, it is very Taste.
Then, it is the legend that the westerner's staple food, mashed potatoes.
A big lump of mud came up, and two green onions were added to the top.
The reason why I added two green onions is that Fang Jifan wanted to add a little Chinese food to this authentic western-style staple food, er, to be more precise, it should be a feature of Shandong.
Zhu Houzhao looked at the mashed potatoes suspiciously and said, "This is ..."
"This is potato rice." Fang Jifan is determined to call it ‘rice’, because this stuff really satiates hunger and basically guarantees one ’s nutritional intake.
Zhu Houzhao smelled it, and the taste was not bad, so he carefully tasted it with chopsticks ... and then stopped talking.
Zhang Xin stood aside, carefully watching Zhu Houzhao's expression.
Zhu Houzhao frowned: "It's not tasty, it tastes weird."
Fang Jifan smiled and said: "I know you will find the taste a bit weird, but the taste can be improved, and when you add something else, the taste will be delicious, at least ... it can fill your stomach."
Zhu Houzhao couldn't help saying: "But, it's really not delicious."
This guy is a bull horn.
Fang Jifan took a deep breath, and it seemed that he could not do it without amplifying the move.
So Yang Fang, the general flag on the side of Fang Jifan, whispered, and Yang Rang hurriedly left.
After a long time, Yang Rangcai came back breathlessly, carrying a food box in his hand, and his fat figure ran with a strange posture, which was extremely funny.
He gasped and said, "This is from the nearby village. It's not easy ..."
Fang Jifan glanced at him, took the food box, and ordered people to take the bowl, and then poured all the contents of the food box into the bowl.
this is……
Zhu Hou stared fixedly at the contents of the bowl.
Porridge?
This is indeed porridge, but also yellow rice porridge.
Looking at the condition of this meter alone, it's really bad.
Fang Jifan Zhao Houzhao said with a deep smile: "His Royal Highness, try this first."
Zhu Houzhao looked at the things in the bowl with suspicion and said, "Can this be eaten?"
Fang Jifan almost rolled his eyes and said, "Of course it can be eaten. Eighty percent of our common people use this to fill their stomachs. Your Highness must be thinking, shouldn't the porridge people drink be white and tender? This is just Your Royal Highness has been in the illusion of staying in Xishan for a long time. In Xishan, you see the people here are in trouble, but in Daming, this is already Jiangnan in Gyeonggi Province. The rice here is white, and the porridge is also white. The cake is also a bit delicious, but does His Highness really think that the porridge that people in the world drink is the same as the porridge that Xishan people drink? "
"His Royal Highness knows, why do people in Xishan see you and me respectfully and be grateful for gratitude? This is because, only in Xishan, those ordinary people have white things to eat. And this ... ... the porridge was just collected in a Zhuangzi a few miles away. Your Highness tasted it first, and you will know the difference between Xishan and them. "
Zhu Houzhao looked down at the porridge water again and couldn't help laughing: "What's wrong with this, I haven't eaten anything in this palace."
He was very angry. He sat down and took the chopsticks directly. This porridge does not have the usual aroma of porridge water. It looks weird. It looks yellowish and yellow. Is full and finely crushed like a grain of sand, but in fact, there is really sand in it!
Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but say: "These people are so lazy that they don't even stalk rice. You see, there is sand on top, and you're not afraid of teeth."
Fang Jifan looked at him, and he couldn't help but sneer!
Although Fang Jifan usually pretends to be crazy and sell silly, he can't help but look contemptuously like Zhu Houzhao: "His Royal Highness, they don't wash rice, they are not lazy, but when this rice is washed, many Mi Mo'er will follow It ’s a pity if you leave? The sand can be picked out slowly with your tongue, but the rice is washed with water, a pound of rice, but it is no longer half, two, you say, which is lighter or heavier? "
Zhu Houzhao was silent this time, so he slowly lowered his head: "Well, try this palace."
Using chopsticks to hold some of the cooked rice grains entrance, there is no trace of taste, and there is no sweetness unique to porridge water, but more like ... Old aged rice has a rancid taste!
Zhu Houzhao's brow wrinkled deeply, and he spit out the porridge in his mouth subconsciously: "Is this human eating? It's just pig food!"
At this time, Fang Jifan looked at Zhu Houzhao with a smile: "In a long year, I ate like this. Eight months of the world's eight adults had to rely on this to satiate the hunger, so the bottom of the temple vomited like this. If it was placed in the home of ordinary people, father The mother had already killed your highness for a long time. "
"Now ... Your Highness will try this potato rice again."
Zhu Hou removed the yellow rice porridge in disgust, and he vowed in his heart that he would never touch such things in his life.
He took chopsticks and repeatedly wiped the cuffs. It seemed that he wanted to wipe off the taste of the yellow rice porridge completely. Then he took a bite of potato rice and his eyes were suddenly bright. He said casually: "True fragrance."
"Delicious?" Fang Jifan looked at Zhu Houzhao.
Zhu Houzhao shouted, "It's delicious! It's sweet and delicious, and delicious on earth."
"Does your highness like it?"
"like!"
"louder please!"
"True fragrance!"
This is it.
Fang Jifan smiled and said: "Hour Royal Highness, have a meal."
Zhu Houzhao is indeed a little hungry, hungry, this mashed potatoes ... Now I feel that I do n’t have a taste, at least not as much as that of the yellow rice porridge, I do n’t know how many times it is delicious, half a catty of mashed potatoes, Zhu Houzhao can not help but burp : "Good support."
Fang Jifan was relieved.
Perhaps in the last life, people have completely said goodbye to hunger. Even if potatoes have many advantages, it is difficult to replace white rice as a staple food. The fundamental reason is that the rice eaten by people in that era and the rice of later generations actually have The essential difference is that in later generations, such rice now belongs to the level of feeding pigs.
But for the ordinary people of this era, what they are asking for is just to eat enough for three meals, and potatoes can be enough, which is enough.
Moreover, eating food with the Han nationality, ah, no, in terms of eating, keeping pace with the times and innovating various instincts of eating, Fang Jifan believes that once potatoes are promoted, there will be at least 108 kinds of potatoes in the world. .
At this time, Zhu Houzhao touched his belly and said: "It's so full, now I feel this taste is still very good."
With that, he couldn't help but looked at the yellow rice porridge with disgust.
What is needed is this effect! Fang Jifan was in a good mood and said to Zhu Houzhao and Yan Yuese: "Your Highness is full."
At this time, the hot and sour potato shreds and potato stew were all right. Yang Rang invited the two dishes to himself.
Sour and spicy potato shreds, mainly put cornel, with the help of cornel to achieve the effect of chili; and the most rare thing is potato stew beef, because in this era, ordinary cattle can not be easily slaughtered, only old and sick dead Can be slaughtered, so the price of beef is often several times higher than other meats, very high-grade.
As soon as Fang Jifan saw these two dishes, he burst into tears. The taste of his hometown was finally eaten today.
"Here's a bowl of white rice."
To eat these two dishes, you have to use polished rice. The kind of white rice is used to make these dishes.
Fang Jifan sat down and looked at the hot rice and the fragrant dishes, his index finger was moving.
Zhu Houzhao looked at Fang Jifan with a sad face: "..."
Fang Jifan bowed his head and swelled quickly, not forgetting to greet Zhu Houzhao: "Your Highness also came to eat a few bites, the taste is very good, so delicious."
"..." Zhu Houzhao touched his belly and was speechless for a while.
"His Royal Highness does not eat, the subject has to ... eat, the subject is hungry, offended, offended."
The smooth and spicy potato spicy entrance, those sour and spicy flavors stimulate Fang Jifan's taste buds, Zhuangzai, my Greater China is rich in products, and the cooking patterns are new, I am fortunate to be one of them, even if I am a ghost, I am happy. .
Zhu Houzhao whistle: "Let's go ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Your Highness walk slowly."
Unwilling, Zhu Hou walked a few steps and came back: "Take that potato stick well, I will take it back to eat."
He is talking about french fries.
Fang Jifan did not forget to say: "Your Highness, you must remember that it must be cold when you take it back. You have to fry it again to make it delicious and fragrant."
Yang Rang and others took the lotus leaf, wrapped a large portion of the fries, rolled up and tied them up, Zhu Houzhao carried it, and looked at the hot and sour potato shreds and roast beef on the table a little unwillingly. The arrogant hiccuped again, this time, really gone.
Zhang Xin was embarrassed to go to the table and eat with Fang Jifan. He felt ashamed. After all, he was in the ground all year round, and his body was full of earthy smell. His yellow rice porridge is much better. In his heart ... a big stone fell, and finally ... no effort.
He couldn't help thinking, what is the production capacity per mu of densely planted potatoes?