After dying early, I traveled to ancient times and became a boy

The soul of the Typhoon Shelter Shrimp lies in the breadcrumbs, but there were no conditions for making bread in ancient times, so Ye Xunqing replaced the bread with steamed buns, and the difference was not that big.

The fresh shrimps and crabs were processed and placed on the plate. The chef of the palace was very careful in his work. All the shrimps and crabs were arranged in a circle, which looked very pleasing to the eye.

Ye Xunqing called a few chefs who were good at cooking river fish and planned to teach them the method.

Xie Hui was also here watching him cook, and when he heard that he wanted to spread the recipe, he felt a little puzzled.

"I guess you are the only one here who can cook this dish. If you teach it to others and they learn it, won't you be unemployed?" Xie Hui asked.

Ye Xunqing said confidently: "Everyone has their own cooking style. Can you guarantee that their cooking will taste the same as mine? I just teach them the method. How well they can learn it depends on themselves."

"Anyone who can become a cook in the palace is definitely not simple." Xie Hui said with a wicked smile: "You'd better be careful not to teach your apprentice to starve to death."

Ye Xunqing is not worried about this. He definitely knows more than others. He can cook all kinds of delicious food from all over the world, which is something that ancient people could not compare to.

Because information was not circulated among ancient people, it was difficult for delicacies and local specialties to flow out.

And if the chef cooks in a different place, the taste will be different.

But Ye Xunqing is different. The most important thing for a food blogger is to restore the food. If the taste is different from the local one, how can it be called restoration?

When cooking, the kitchen was full of people, not only kitchen helpers, but also people from the palace.

Zhao Huaixin rushed back from outside to watch him cook. His eyes were like lasers, staring at Ye Xunqing until he felt uncomfortable all over.

There were so many people that it felt like a thorn in the side. Fortunately, the kitchen built by the old prince was relatively large, otherwise it would not have been able to accommodate so many people.

Ye Xunqing took out the steamed buns that the chef had made in the morning. The weather was not yet completely hot, and the steamed buns became very hard after cooling down. These steamed buns just met Ye Xunqing's needs.

I saw him cut the steamed buns into slices, then into cubes and put them in the pan and stir-fry them slowly until they became crispy steamed bun cubes.

These diced buns are easy to crush, and after crushing, they are very similar to breadcrumbs. After frying, they are almost indistinguishable from breadcrumbs.

The soul of Typhoon Shelter Shrimp lies in the minced garlic. Chop fresh garlic into minced garlic, wash and drain, then fry it in oil for a while. When the minced garlic turns golden brown, remove it, drain the oil, and set aside.

"What did you do before?" Xie Hui asked with interest, "A cook?"

Ye Xunqing replied: "I used to be a food blogger."

"Oh, so food bloggers know everything, right?" Xie Hui said, "I have to say, you really are quite good at cooking."

Ye Xunqing didn't want to listen to his whining. "Your Highness, please step back. If the oil splashes on you, I won't care."

The other cooks lowered their heads and listened to them, thinking that this new cook was really brave to speak to the prince like that.

Although the prince is quite friendly, he can be very angry.

Xie Hui did not feel that Ye Xunqing had offended him. Instead, he felt that this young man had a lot of personality and was worthy of being his fellow villager. He was not afraid of feudal power and was just that tough.

Then he misunderstood. Ye Xunqing has always been like this.

The shrimps and crabs need to be fried in oil. When they come out, the fragrance will have already come out. They are delicious to eat now, and they will be even more delicious when made into typhoon shelter shrimps and crabs.

If you want to make the Typhoon Shelter shrimp and crab well, frying is essential. The chefs in the palace dare not use heavy oil and salt, so even the best food will be very light in their hands.

Light food is indeed good for health, but it does not suit the taste of young people, who are looking for excitement.

"Your Highness, do you like spicy food?" Ye Xunqing took a handful of dried peppers. "I remember you said before that your grandmother made you spicy sausages."

"The kids can't handle spicy food, and Huaixin doesn't like it either. Please save some for me and add the chili." Xie Hui said, "Just leave a little for me. Huaixin and Zhizhi both like it, so give them more."

Ye Xunqing was very surprised, because he had been here for so long, and all he saw was that the husband ate first, the wife and children ate behind, the children came second, and the wife last.

I didn't expect that after being a prince for so many years, Xie Hui was not completely poisoned by feudal ideas. He still put his wife and children first and did not have the airs of a prince at all.

Ye Xunqing divided the dishes into several plates according to Xie Hui's instructions, giving most of them to Zhao Huaixin and others and a small portion to Xie Hui himself.

Of course, Ye Xunqing and the others can also eat these fried shrimps and crabs, after all, it was he who suggested it.

While Ye Xunqing was cooking, other chefs in the palace were also cooking, as the prince was going to treat guests at noon today.

When Ye Xunqing sat down at the table, he found that there was a middle-aged man at the table, and his face didn't look very good.

Xie Hui smiled and introduced, "This is Hu Du, the governor of Pingzhou, and these two are the tutors of my youngest son, Mr. Ye and Mr. Feng."

Hu Du greeted them and them.

Under normal circumstances, ordinary people would bow their heads and greet officials when they see them. If the official is of a high rank, they would even kneel down to salute.

But because this was in Xie Hui's palace, Xie Hui privately did not like so many false formalities, so he did not let them follow the official rules.

Xie Hui himself is not a person who likes to follow rules, otherwise he would not have invited so many people to his home for dinner.

"Please sit down, we'll eat and talk at the same time." Xie Hui personally arranged seats for them.

Ye Xunqing had watched the palace dinner on TV. The emperor always sat at the top, and the other queens, concubines, and ministers sat below, very far away.

But Xie Hui's way of inviting others to dinner was a little different. He got a very large table, a turntable that could rotate. Everyone sat at the same table and could rotate whatever dish they wanted to eat.

It seems that he is quite down-to-earth and does not become arrogant just because he became a prince.

There are adults and children at the table. They just need to pick up their own food, just like a family having dinner together.

Of course, the necessary rules cannot be omitted, and the maids and servants from the palace still stand by to serve during meals.

"Master Hu, please sit down and eat. Why don't you sit down?" Xie Hui asked with a half-smile, "Aren't you happy that the king is inviting you to dinner today?"

Hu Du didn't dare to be happy, because the prince's food was not delicious. Anyone who was invited by the prince to eat must have committed a crime.

He already knew what he had done wrong and also knew the prince's methods, so he was afraid in his heart.

"Your Highness, I have already had the husband released and compensated him with a large sum of silver, enough for him to marry another one." Hu Du said while wiping his sweat.

"Heh." Xie Hui sneered, "Master Hu is quite quick.