Chapter 171 Steamed Vegetables
Zhu Huaizhen didn't feel sad for Lin Xiangxiang for long.
She gave Lin Xiangxiang chances, more than once.
Forget it, she should just concentrate on studying steamed food.
So Zhu Huaizhen worked hard for three days and achieved considerable results.
Haha, without Lin Xiangxiang making trouble around, she put a lot more effort into it.
This shows that she is still distracted by Lou Li.
"Your Highness, have you become a vegetarian?" Tu Mi frowned.
There are ten vegetarian dishes on the Eight Immortals Table, namely steamed bamboo shoots, steamed tofu, steamed shiitake mushrooms, steamed okra, steamed radish, steamed spinach, steamed lettuce, steamed water shield, steamed matsutake mushrooms, and steamed bamboo fungus.
"Tu Mi, give it a try." Zhu Huaizhen raised his chin slightly, as proud as a peacock.
After he finished speaking, Tu Mi and Lou Li both picked up their chopsticks.
Compared with Lou Li's calmness, Tu Mi is full of surprises.
"Your Highness, the shredded bamboo shoots taste like the sweetness of shrimp, the steamed shiitake mushrooms taste like beef, the steamed okra seems to have the deliciousness of swimming crab, and the steamed bamboo fungus hides the rich flavor of local chicken soup." Tu Mi said with a smile.
"The steamed tofu tastes like pig's trotters, the steamed radish tastes like beef brisket, the steamed spinach tastes like pork liver, the steamed lettuce tastes like bullfrog, the steamed water shield tastes like sea bass, and the steamed matsutake tastes like fish maw." Lou Li said casually.
"All correct." Zhu Huaizhen nodded frequently.
"Your Highness, you won't secretly eat all the meat and vegetables, will you?" Tu Mi whispered.
Well, her prince will probably have indigestion tonight and complain of stomachache.
"Tu Mi, is your prince so delicious?" Zhu Huaizhen curled his lips.
After hearing this, Tu Mi deliberately imitated Zhu Huaizhen's usual way of rolling his eyes.
But it doesn't look like it, and it looks weird.
In order to eat crab stuffed with orange, lion's head, Buddha jumps over the wall, osmanthus egg, eight-treasure duck, boiled cabbage, clear soup bird's nest, orchid bear paw, three-shredded shark's fin, braised fish maw, crystal shrimp, sesame skin suckling pig, stuffed yellow croaker, snowflake chicken soup, stir-fried grass carp tongue, Li Yunzi mantis shrimp, Taishi five snake soup, and rock sugar blood bird's nest, her prince can search the whole city for chefs and run without breathing hard.
However, when listening to opera, I would rather lie down than sit up.
"Zhen'er, they must have done something to the cage cloth." Lou Li whispered.
Put the cage cloth and meat dishes together to absorb the aroma of the meat dishes, then mark them with the corresponding vegetarian dishes and steam them together. The vegetarian dishes will be imbued with the meat aroma and have a more delicious taste.
Princess Ronghua Zhu Huaizhen is indeed a foodie.
Tu Mi followed Zhu Huaizhen and was influenced by him, so she soon thought of this.
"Your Highness, your idea is novel. Jiangcheng is a city that worships Buddha. Emperor Chu Cheng has been ordained as a monk in Luohan Temple three times. Your steamed vegetarian dish not only meets the requirements of Buddhism, but also does not sacrifice one's tongue. It can be said to kill two birds with one stone. Unless Emperor Chu Cheng takes the initiative to expose you, he will be happy to accept your way of eating." Tu Mi spoke slowly with a relaxed brow.
After all, Emperor Chu Cheng was a man who valued desires, as could be seen from the fact that he favored Concubine Miao.
The next day, Zhu Huaizhen hurriedly served the steamed dishes.
Deep down in her heart, she still didn't want the women of Nanchu to be hurt.
Ahem, is she being too sanctimonious?
However, Emperor Chu Cheng and Concubine Miao delayed summoning her.
She listened to Lou Li singing "Peach Blossom Fan" for seven days.
Orioles chirp at dawn in the jade trees of Jinling, flowers bloom early in the Qinhuai waterside pavilions. Who knew the ice would melt so easily? I watched him build his red mansion, I watched him entertain guests, and I watched his mansion collapse. Here, amidst the mossy, blue tiles, I once slept in a dreamlike state; I've witnessed fifty years of rise and fall. No one in Wuyi Lane is surnamed Wang, ghosts cry at Mochou Lake, and owls roost on Phoenix Terrace. Dreams of the ruined mountains are the most real, the old land hard to lose. I don't believe this map is changing manuscripts. I'll compose a lament for Jiangnan, and sing it until I grow old.
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