Chapter 71: The peppers in Xiangxi stir-fried pork are green and red, hot as fire.
"Absolutely not!" General Luan shouted sternly.
He lifted the hem of his black robe, knelt on one knee, bowed his head and gave advice.
"Your Highness is a royal concubine. The origins of these restaurants are unknown, and their cooking methods are unlikely to conform to palace standards. If there is even the slightest error, and your health is endangered, we, the ministers, will never forgive you."
Princess Yuhe's bare hands, hidden in her wide sleeves, rubbed harder and harder, and the handkerchief was almost deformed by her rubbing.
Despite her dissatisfaction, she still maintained a dignified and graceful demeanor.
"General, you are right." Princess Yuhe opened her red lips slightly, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a very standard fake smile that was educated in court etiquette.
She stared at Luan Shuangbai, who was dressed in a dark suit and exuded a cold aura.
The movement of kneeling on one knee was quick and decisive, yet not at all humble. His broad shoulders were stretched back, maintaining the tension to stand up and fight at any time.
Just like a dormant beast.
Princess Yuhe felt a little afraid for no reason.
I heard that he led his troops to the north and killed many people. I also heard that the crude border warriors would occasionally eat raw meat and drink blood.
Especially in recent days, the young general's silent and serious expression when he is serious is quite intimidating.
Princess Yuhe took a deep breath and dared not argue.
"If you want to have fun with the people, I can attend the banquet on behalf of the princess and taste the food." General Luan did not wait for a response and stood up lightly.
Then he calmly dusted off his sleeves and turned to walk towards the banquet.
Princess Yuhe's pupils dilated slightly, and she almost choked on her breath.
She was burning with rage, but for the sake of the royal family's reputation, she still maintained a stiff fake smile.
You damn villain, I must report this to my father. What’s the point of cultivating any feelings for you?
This insolent prince consort must be replaced!
General Luan, facing the smile that had been lost and regained on the face of the Cuiyuan Tower owner, walked straight forward and finally sat down at the "Labor Banquet" in a relaxed and at ease manner.
Although the relationship with Miss Gui is a bit strained, the food is tempting.
Luan Shuangbai sniffed lightly with the tip of his nose, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.
Various complex aromas suddenly rushed into the nasal cavity, the most overbearing of which was the subtle spicy scent.
I think it's the interweaving of chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns that creates a slight numbing sensation, stimulating the dormant appetite.
"The Xiangxi pepper-fried pork is here." The apprentice announced the name of the dish crisply, then hurried back to the stove to help Guizhier, her ponytail swinging happily with her movements.
The meat slices are evenly thick and are rolled up when stir-fried in hot oil, turning a light brown color.
The peppers are green and red, and as hot as fire.
"Here's a dish, it tastes so good!" A sailor who came to join in the fun took a bite and was immediately amazed.
The Beijing Suburban Wharf is where the largest number of people from other states gather in Daliang.
Laborers and traveling merchants from all corners of the world gather here to make a living, and it is difficult for them to taste authentic hometown food.
Guizhier's labor banquet targets this need.
The bean sprout boy prepared the dishes while watching over the roast duck as instructed.
The duck in the charcoal grill is plump and rich, exuding the aroma of fruit woods such as jujube and pear. When the oil drips, it turns into a small ball of flickering flame with a "sizzling" sound.
He shredded the green cucumber and prepared the green onion strips.
"Okay, little buddy, let me prepare this sweet noodle sauce for you!" A merchant from Yanping came forward eagerly to help.
Yanping Roast Duck is one of the most difficult hometown ties for traveling merchants.
Luan Shuangbai mingled in the crowd with a sharp gaze. With a slight flick of his wrist, he picked up a small Zezhou donkey meat hotpot with his chopsticks accurately.
The speed and accuracy were worthy of a seasoned warrior.
After eating and drinking his fill in no time, Luan Shuangbai quietly observed the chef.
I saw Guizhier skillfully pick up the steaming cloth and spread it out on the round bamboo steamer.
She used a small spoon to scoop up the rice paste made by pounding it in a stone mortar and spread it evenly on the steaming cloth.
The girl's fair and slender hands danced gracefully in the interweaving of light and shadow.
The rice paste is dotted with tender minced meat, green onions and whole shrimps in turn, and the osmanthus branches are like depicting a delicate landscape painting.
"Put the steamer on." She called softly and covered the pot.
The rising hot steam gradually cooks the Lingnan rice noodle rolls, and soon the air is filled with the rich aroma of rice and fresh meat.
There is no need for an hourglass to tell time, Guizhier seems to have telepathy and always prepares the ingredients at the most appropriate time.
This kind of talent is what many chefs dream of and long for.
Yang'an fried rice, Heluo stewed noodles, Bashu home-style tofu, and even the niche Fucheng stinky tofu are all on display.
Guiji Braised Food Shop doesn’t just make braised food; Miss Gui is proficient in all eight major cuisines.
Confidence and pride intertwined in Guizhier's eyes.
"Today is not only a labor banquet, but also a hometown banquet for all the people in the world. Thank you all for your dedication to the prosperity of the country and the prosperity of the people." Gui Zhier's speech was concise and clear.
"Everyone, enjoy your meal!"
"Good!" There was a burst of applause.
The men, dressed in coarse linen and with their hair tied up with sweat towels, were growling with hunger after their hard work, while the dark-faced women were also delighted as they unloaded their bamboo baskets filled with fish.
Everyone felt as if they were back home, seeing their elderly parents preparing a delicious meal and calling out to their relatives and friends, "Eat, eat, eat as much as you can, don't be shy."
"Beep, system prompt: Mission progress 99%."
Guizhi'er was overjoyed when she heard the prompt sound. She turned around and pushed a bowl of noodles filled with soup in front of Luan Shuangbai.
"Here." She raised her chin.
"See you've been staring at it for a long time, just say something if you're hungry." Guizhier looked at her with an expression that said I understand.
"Hey, I'm not..." Luan Shuangbai was about to argue, but Gui Zhier was already busy entertaining guests from all directions.
The boy could only swallow his unfinished words once again.
The essence of this bowl of noodles lies in the soup, the nourishing mutton soup is rich and mellow.
Luan Shuangbai struggled with the feeling of fullness in his stomach for a moment, but finally couldn't help but pick up his chopsticks and take a bite of the noodles, which were fresh, fragrant and chewy.
Take another bite of the mutton, the tender and crispy taste is intoxicating.
"Forget it, just be greedy. It's really delicious." Luan Shuangbai licked the remaining soup on his lips.
Looking around, the labor banquet was crowded with people, as dense as an ant colony.
The peddlers and hawkers struggled to weave their way through the crowd, and after finding a good seat, they would shout and talk loudly with their companions, commenting on the sumptuous dishes.
"Sister Huilan, look, the banquet next door is quite lively..." The girl sitting at the wedding banquet was a little excited and shook the bracelet wrapped with gold wire.
Ling Que'er was tired of eating delicacies from land and sea at home, so she found the local specialties very interesting at first glance.
"We're almost full." Huilan shook her head. "Besides, there are too many people over there, it's not very decent after all."
The more particular children of noble families, who were born in luxurious houses and lived in fine clothes and fine food, naturally did not want to associate with the people of the market.
Although the labor banquet was novel, most of the participants were dressed in coarse and worn clothes, and their words were full of vulgar accents. The young men and women frowned and gave up the idea of walking around.
As for how to capture their taste buds, Guizhier has a secret weapon.
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