The water in the Jiuzhou Pond, which is under the Great Internal Confinement, is also living water. The important thing is that this is the place where the emperor of the Tang Dynasty played.

Thinking about it, no human or animal would dare to mess around in it. As a result, the meat quality and hygiene of the fish are perfect for making fish fillets.

The fish in Jiuzhou Pond must also taste good. I believe that the Emperor Taishang would definitely like to eat the special water products of Jiuzhou Pond.

Well, if I use His Majesty's fish to flatter the Emperor Taishang, I can at most contribute a little bit, at least I can save money to buy fish.

At this moment, a faint whisper came from the side.

"My son-in-law, why are you staring blankly at the old man's fishing rod? This kind of thing with thick fingers can't make firecrackers."

"..." The sly smile on Cheng Chubi's face froze, he quickly wiped his face, turned his head, and smiled at the suspicious old man.

"No, no, my husband, you guessed wrong. My son-in-law didn't have that idea. He just saw the fish here and suddenly got inspiration."

"I don't know if your husband and mother-in-law have eaten fish fillet?"

"Fish fillets?!" Li Mingda's eyes lit up immediately, and his sweet and crisp voice rang for the first time.

"Husband, I haven't eaten my concubine, is it delicious?"

Cheng Chubi smiled confidently, raised a finger, and pointed to the swimming fish in the Jiuzhou Pond outside.

"It's definitely a rare delicacy. Just a brush in the soup that I have carefully cooked, you can feel the extreme sweetness in your mouth, as well as the smooth and elastic texture... …”

After saying hello originally, Empress Zhangsun, who was already lying down lazily, couldn't help but sit up.

Li Shimin and his daughter, Li Mingda, swallowed Xingzi at the same time, and Li Shimin suddenly remembered that after the boy jumped to the plateau.

I have never enjoyed this cooking skill again. This cooking skill is definitely the good skill of the top lover-in-law of the Tang Dynasty.

"Hehe, listening to you say that, this old man can't help but feel a little greedy."

Pointing to the two net pockets that were kept in the pool beside him, Cheng Chubi smiled and showed his white teeth.

"Then it depends on your husband and your old man's ability to fish. That's it, I'm afraid even Mingda won't have enough to eat."

Li Shimin, who wanted to let people buy a few fish to make fun of it, heard this, and he couldn't help being aroused to win, and smiled confidently and calmly.

"Ha, there are just a few fish, how could the old man not be able to catch them."

"In that case, the son-in-law will go to the small kitchen of Yaoguang Temple first to see if there are any suitable ingredients, and make the broth first."

"Okay, let's go, come and come, little Sizi, sit down and see how your father catches the fish."

"Okay, okay, Daddy will work harder, my daughter will give you a massage to save you from being tired..."

It was the formulaic filial piety of father and daughter. The eldest grandson, who was on the side, thought about it, then lay back lazily, continued to turn the book, and let their father and daughter fish.

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Wu Meiniang naturally wouldn't stay here to interfere with their family of three, but followed Cheng Chubi together in the name of fighting.

Came to the small kitchen, looked at the familiar furnishings here, and the royal chef who nodded and jumped over.

Although this royal chef with a fat head, big ears and thick neck is over 40 years old, he and Cheng Sanlang can be considered a master-disciple friendship.

Of course, Cheng Sanlang is his master, and Fat Royal Chef can only be regarded as a disciple.

After Cheng Chubi exchanged a few words with the fat royal chef, he started to use his hands to cook the fish. The most important thing was that he needed a good pot of soup.

Gu And this pot of good soup should play a role in improving freshness and removing fishy smell.

Almost every shabu-shabu restaurant with excellent business will have his unique soup recipe, and Cheng Chubi, who loves to eat and hands-on, is naturally not exempt.

In addition to the soup stock, there is actually a very important reason, that is, the special attention to sword skills.

The key is to be fast, hard and accurate, and it must be cut thin enough so that the fresh fish fillets will curl up abruptly as soon as they are put into the pot, and then they are out of the pot.

However, those fresh fish fillets cannot stick to the bottom of the plate, and the thickness is more than one millimeter, hehe...

The taste has completely changed. Cheng Chubi, who has eaten all over the local shabu-shabu restaurants, naturally has a deep understanding of this.

Cheng Chubi naturally had studied such a fish-slicing knife technique assiduously, and had a lot of experience, but it was so tiring.

Three or five catties of fish meat on the slice can make oneself sore and bloated.

But now, in order to make Jiuzhou Pond a stable supply point of ecological fish ingredients, Cheng Chubi is willing to go out of his way.

The soup was boiling over there. Here, the fish was finally delivered. In addition to the two very fat grass carp, there was actually a bonito.

This made Cheng Chubi very happy. After all, eating freshwater fish, especially if you want to eat shabu-shabu fillets, is better with grass carp or bonito, so bonito is the first choice.

Seeing Cheng Chubi nimbly handling the ingredients, standing aside, smelling the thick soup that gradually exuded an alluring aroma, he couldn't help swallowing.

"Husband, what can my concubine do for you?"

"Cheng, you prepare fifty plates for me, and smear each plate with oil..."

"Fifty? Okay."

Although she didn't understand what her husband meant, Wu Meiniang acted without hesitation, picked up a clean plate, smeared oil on it, and placed it beside her husband.

Cheng Chubi repeatedly searched for several knives on the knife holder, and finally picked up a sharp knife. After that, he rudely polished it a few times, and then he started to slice fish.

When Wu Meiniang walked over again with the newly greased plate~lightnovelpub.net~ she couldn't help but stay for a while.

What did she see? She saw inside the red and black lacquer saucer, as if there was a beautiful white and slightly pink butterfly spreading its wings and crouching in the saucer.

"This... this is your piece of fish, husband?" Wu Meiniang leaned forward in disbelief, only to be sure that it was fish and not a butterfly, let alone a big moth.

"That's natural, come on, look..." Cheng Chubi proudly held up the knife horizontally.

Wu Meiniang saw the thin and transparent fish fillet, which could be called as thin as a cicada's wings.

"Wow, it's so beautiful, it's like a work of art, I can't bear to eat it when I look at it."

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"Husband, would you like another piece of your concubine?"

Wu Meiniang looked at the beautiful butterfly-shaped fish fillet, and then glanced at the ten empty dishes next to her, and smiled shyly.

"Why does the concubine feel that I have eaten so much, it seems like I haven't eaten anything. It's really like what you said, husband, and the taste is very good."

"Your ten plates and one piece are less than three taels of fish. It's normal to not be full..."

Cheng Chubi raised his head, looked at the dozens of plates in front of him, and wanted to feed the Tang Emperor's family of three, but he still had a long way to go...

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