Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

"Yes, Master, don't worry!" Obedient group: Wang Wan and Li Meng.

"Master, leave some more!" The Desirable Group: Zhou Ying.

"Tell Manager Wang that the money for the eight ducks can be deducted from my wages." She planned to eat two of the ten roast ducks herself, send three to the Cui Mansion, give one each to Wang Mingqian and Zhao Shan, and have one for her apprentices. The remaining two would be just right for Manager Wang.

The company is taking advantage of it. If you take a little bit, the boss won't care and you will be happy. But if you take a lot, it would be ignorant.

This time, Wang Wan didn't say anything loudly about not deducting money. He couldn't be the owner of the eight ducks. After all, he was just a nephew, not a biological son. However, he felt that his uncle would not argue with his master about the money.

Two small plates of white shredded green onions, two small plates of emerald green shredded cucumbers, two small plates of rich roast duck sauce, two small trays of lotus leaf pancakes, a roast duck that was still steaming and fragrant, three clean plates, a small long knife, and two pieces of linen that had been steamed, washed, and dried.

These slightly redundant side dishes are enough to prove how delicately this roast duck will be chopped into pieces. Fortunately, there are only two people. If there were ten people, two apprentices alone would definitely not be able to finish it.

(Cucumber: originated in the northeast and northwest regions of ancient India more than 3,000 years ago and was brought back to China by Zhang Qian.)

Jiang Shangxian walked in front, holding a basin of chrysanthemum water in his hand. The eldest disciple Wang Wan and the second disciple Zhou Ying followed behind with a tray each. The expressions of the two were very intense, and every nose hair seemed to be solemnly announcing to the world: We are so awesome!

The appearance of the three people instantly attracted the guests in the hall. Everyone looked curiously at the tray in Wang Wan's hand - on it was the roast duck lying horizontally, with charming color, steaming, and full of charm.

“Is this a duck?”

Oh my God, they actually saw the embodiment of the words "beautiful to behold" in a duck.

"It looks very good. It seems that Chef Jiang has come up with a new dish. Manager Wang! Give me one too!" The smart man took action immediately.

"I want one too! Shopkeeper Wang! I want one too!" The stupid ones also followed.

As mature diners of Le Xian Lou and fans of Chef Jiang Shangxian's cooking, they have passively learned many principles of making a living. For example, when new dishes are launched, if they want to be the first to taste them and keep up with the topic when joking and chatting with others, they must act quickly.

If you are a step late, you will have to watch others eat with your mouth watering!

Shopkeeper Wang was perfectly at home in this situation. He paused his abacus work and when he looked up, his face was 50% professional, 30% enthusiastic, and 20% apologetic. He rubbed his hands, slightly hunched his shoulders, and walked over in small, slow steps: "Oh, everyone, it's not that I, Wang, don't want to make money. You are all my bread and butter. It's just that this is Chef Jiang's first time making Chang'an Roast Duck. This dish hasn't been properly added to the menu yet. There are only two in total, and they were both ordered by that distinguished guest..."

"Hey, Lao Wang, tell me, why are you always like this?"

"Yeah! When has Chef Jiang's dishes ever sold poorly? Do you think we ordered too little? Whenever Chef Jiang has a new dish, we always come to support him."

"This gentleman is absolutely right. He knows that we love Chef Jiang's cooking, but he's so stingy every time he comes up with a new dish. What's the matter? Old Wang, you think the money you earn is too much, right..."

"No, no, you all just like to make fun of me. It's my fault, it's my fault!" Shopkeeper Wang was not angry at all. He smiled cheerfully like Maitreya, and was thinking about how many roast ducks to launch as a limited edition dish tomorrow.

This is the tradition of Lexianlou. Ever since Jiang Shangxian came, whenever a new dish is served, it must be limited edition for a period of time at the beginning. Once the three apprentices can take over completely, there will be no limit on the quantity.

"Don't be anxious, everyone. Eat first, eat first. I'll go to the back to take a look..." Shopkeeper Wang smiled and slipped away. He had to go and see if he could have a bite of hot food!

In the private room, Jiang Shangxian personally placed the side dishes in front of Li Xueyan and Wu Meiniang respectively. It must be said that this huge private room was a bit crowded today. There were two people sitting and seven standing people squeezed together, plus three workers at the other end. After integration, they could directly form three mahjong tables.

"Why did you bring it up whole?" Before Wu Meiniang could say anything, a man who looked like an eunuch started to complain disapprovingly, his face as if he was looking at something dirty, and his eyes rolled even more fiercely than Concubine Hua's: "These things outside are really becoming more and more unruly."

Wu Meiniang frowned and waved her hand unhappily, signaling him to shut up. She turned to look at Jiang Shangxian, her eyes full of curiosity: "This knife...are you going to cut the roast duck here?"

She winked at Li Xueyan coquettishly: "This way of eating is a bit like how we eat roasted whole lamb."

Li Xueyan rubbed her hands, secretly rolled her eyes at the eunuch who had just spoken, and then looked at Jiang Shangxian: "But do we have to do it ourselves?"

"No need."

Jiang Shangxian shook her head, dipped her hands into the chrysanthemum water and washed them carefully, then dried her hands with a linen cloth. In fact, she had already washed her hands with bath beans in the small kitchen, and washing them again at this time was just for them to see.

She picked up a clean piece of linen and gently pressed it on the roast duck. With her other hand, she quickly and casually pulled the duck's head off: "Not to cut, but to slice."

"A film?" Li Xueyan and Wu Meiniang both looked puzzled.

"Yes, this dish is called Chang'an Roast Duck. It's a two-way dish with one duck. The duck skin is the essence. After the duck skin is sliced, the remaining duck bones will be taken off to make another dish." Jiang Shangxian said as he wrapped the duck neck with linen, held it with his left hand, and picked up the knife with his right hand.

Duck bones can be used to make porridge or soup, but neither is as convenient as making crispy pepper salt directly.

Changan Roast Duck...

Her tone was quite arrogant. Wu Meiniang couldn't help but look at her more. If this roast duck was really delicious, the reputation of Chang'an Roast Duck would be so well-known. It was easy to remember and delicious. Who wouldn't like it?

Li and Wu saw the blade slashing diagonally across the skin and flesh at the back of the duck's neck, and a crisp sound, somewhat like cutting thick dry paper, was heard.

Li Xueyan was so surprised that she thought her ears were damaged. She stretched her neck to look at her hand and asked, "Why does this Chang'an Roast Duck make such a sound?"

"This duck is colored using a secret method, air-dried, and then roasted. The duck skin is very crispy, without a trace of mutton smell, and it is oily but not greasy, melting in your mouth." Jiang Shangxian's movements were very efficient. After a while, he had sliced ​​two small plates of duck skin and placed them in front of the two men who were drooling.

"Eat it with the sauce or wrap it in a lotus leaf cake."