Four Hundred and Fortieth Chapters: Prince Filial Piety

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The mashed potatoes in the palace are surprisingly unpalatable.

This is a relatively intuitive feeling for everyone.

For Emperor Hongzhi, today's mashed potatoes are indeed very unpleasant.

I finished eating one after another, barely full.

Emperor Hongzhi had a misconception... Next, who should relieve the disaster?

………

At this time, a little eunuch hurried over: "Your Majesty, Your Highness the Crown Prince..."

Before he finished speaking, Emperor Hongzhi asked someone to remove the plate: "Xuan!"

Pulling himself together, Emperor Hongzhi sat up straight.

Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan came hand in hand.

Emperor Hongzhi took a deep look at the two of them: "You were just...together?"

"Sure enough, nothing can escape His Majesty's eyes." Fang Jifan smelled a smell of potatoes: "Your Majesty is a wise man, and he is discerning. That's right, the minister and the crown prince were indeed together just now. My emperor..."

"..."

Even a fool can see it, okay?

If the two of you are not together, there must be two groups of eunuchs calling for someone, and one will always come first, and now that you are here together, isn't it because you were together just now?

Emperor Hongzhi felt that this kind of flattery was an insult to people's IQ.

But... get used to it.

Take a deep breath: "What were you doing just now?"

Zhu Houzhao spoke quickly: "Cook fish..."

I'm really afraid of something.

Emperor Hongzhi touched his stomach and hiccupped, smelling like potatoes.

Liu Jian, Li Dongyang and others looked confused.

Zhu Houzhao said: "Your Majesty, don't you know that the Imperial Guards of the Zhenguo Mansion sent a large yellow croaker, tsk tsk, seventeen catties, extremely fresh. Erchen and Fang Jifan were thinking about how to eat it."

"..."

Emperor Hongzhi wanted to shoot Wen Yansheng to death, you are the magistrate, didn't you say you wanted to send fish? Tang Yin was very honest, he caught fish and immediately brought it to Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan.

Wen Yansheng is nothing.

Li Dongyang couldn't help but said: "How to deliver this thing, aren't you afraid of smelling?"

"Not afraid." Zhu Houzhao said triumphantly, "It's the same as popsicles."

What are popsicles?

Everyone is a little confused.

In fact, Zhu Houzhao didn’t quite understand, anyway, what Fang Jifan told him, Zhu Houzhao said: “Just take some ice from the ice cellar, freeze the fish, and then cover the ice fish and ice cubes with a thick quilt, hurry up Here, the fish is still fresh."

"..." Emperor Hongzhi looked at Fang Jifan.

Fang Jifan said: "Yes, this method works."

It's too extravagant.

Emperor Hongzhi touched his stomach again.

Zhu Houzhao said: "Father, my ministers and Fang Jifan thought about killing this fish, stewing it into soup, and giving some to my father to taste. This is the authentic king of fish in the sea, which is rare. It is prepared by the Zhen Guofu Wei spent countless efforts to capture it."

"..."

Emperor Hongzhi and his ministers look at me, and I look at you.

My stomach is a little full.

Especially Ma Wensheng... He ate three plates of potatoes, hiccupped constantly, and was exhausted.

"Let's kill after a few hours." Emperor Hongzhi said.

It's rare...the prince is still filial, and he even knows to send the fish.

He looked at Fang Jifan again, and Fang Jifan was quite intentional, maybe this was Fang Jifan's idea.

Now, he is not in a hurry to ask first, what happened to the hundreds of thousands of catties of fish, the facts are right in front of him, and as expected, the legendary large yellow croaker exists, so...he really wants to know, the people in the disaster area, what to eat? What is it.

But I was full at noon, and I couldn't hold on to eating fish, so I'd better save it for the evening.

"This is not possible." Zhu Houzhao said: "Seafood must be fresh. Erchen and Uncle Xinjian have ordered people to thaw the fish. You must eat it quickly. It will be late if it is late."

"This……"

Emperor Hongzhi's expression changed, it made sense.

He muttered, "Then...let's try it."

try it!

His Majesty has a purpose, of course he must hurry.

Ma Wensheng hiccupped again, as if he was out of breath, everyone followed the sound, his old face blushed slightly, and he pretended nothing had happened.

The method of making yellow fish soup is very simple.

Even a little simple and rude.

At least Fang Jifan knew that when people in later generations began to use the most advanced equipment and added sonar to frighten the large yellow croakers to gather and catch them all, so that the wild large yellow croakers were almost extinct, the large yellow croakers had become precious and rare, and no one dared to take them lightly. Cook it in a simple way, because... such a precious and expensive thing, just use it to make soup, isn't it... not looking for smoke?

"I'm going to order people to send the fish to the imperial dining room." Zhu Houzhao said excitedly.

………………

In the imperial dining room in the palace, Fang Jifan rolled up his sleeves and decided to do it himself.

In any case, a fish that can grow into seventeen catties is already a certain basketball player among the yellow croakers, or Hu Kaishan of the Ming Dynasty today.

Fang Jifan has always known how to show due respect to such terrifying powerhouses.

So, on the chopping board, Fang Jifan saw this big fish that was three and a half feet long.

The fish is dead.

Death from dehydration or freezing is unknown.

Fang Jifan looked at it, and thought in his heart, maybe when the boat was knocked up, it felt some kind of calling, if it had thought, it must be happy in its heart, after all... this is the season of crossbreeding again , it arrived at the location happily, but what greeted it was a shocking net. At this moment, its heart must have been filled with grievance and grief. This is simply a textbook fishing law enforcement... A certain man ordered a woman who had stumbled, but a police uncle waited for him?

Thinking of this, Fang Jifan's saliva flowed out. Behind every ingredient, there is a love story with a song and tears, and with a sad love story, and these stories also make the ingredients themselves tasteful. Although there are only male protagonists in Fang Jifan's imaginative story, of course, the details can be ignored.

Fang Jifan lifted the knife, his hands trembled a little, and thought for a while: "Your Highness, come here, I'm sick and I'm dizzy."

It is reasonable for a gentleman to stay away from the kitchen.

Zhu Houzhao despised him.

After receiving the knife, Zhu Houzhao easily began to peel off the fish king's scalp, and then skillfully scraped off the scales of the fish, ripping open the belly.

After cleaning, he directly ordered someone to take the cauldron, and then ordered the eunuch to heat it up. When the water boiled, the fish didn't need to be cut into pieces, and it was directly put into the pot. In an instant, the big fish sizzled and began to emit white smoke.

Zhu Houzhao said: "I'm hungry. I haven't had a drop of water at noon, so I'm waiting to eat it. Now that it's out of the pot, I feel even more hungry."

Fang Jifan nodded in empathy: "His Royal Highness, I have to send some soup to the empress and princess later, and let them taste the seafood."

Zhu Houzhao slapped his forehead, hey: "I almost forgot, Lao Fang reminded me well, a son should honor his mother."

"There are still girls." Fang Jifan added.

For no reason, Zhu Houzhao felt vigilant in his heart: "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, quickly put chopped green onion, put a little chopped green onion."

Zhu Houzhao was in a hurry, so he sprinkled some chopped green onion and sprinkled a few spoonfuls of salt.

Do not put any other ingredients.

When Zhu Houzhao caught his breath, he had already forgotten what happened, but said: "Don't put something else to cover up the smell?"

Fang Jifan shook his head: "No, no, it's fresh like this."

The saliva wanted to flow out again.

A certain sports star in the slow-cooked fish has begun to overflow with aroma.

The tangy aroma made Zhu Houzhao roll his throat.

He took the spoon: "I'll try it, see if there is too little salt."

shameless!

Fang Jifan thought to himself.

Zhu Houzhao stirred the pot with a spoon, took some soup, and blew heavily.

Then lightly sip the edge of the spoon.

Fang Jifan looked straight at Zhu Houzhao.

In the corner beside him, Liu Jin lowered his head, barely daring to raise his head. Hearing the sound of His Royal Highness sucking Yun Tang, he felt his heart melt.

At the entrance of the rich fish soup, although only a little salt was added, immediately, a smell of fish mixed with the slightly salty but strangely sweet taste entered the throat. All of a sudden, Zhu Houzhao's tongue stirred, and then, with a deep breath, he put down the spoon.

"How is it, Your Highness?"

"It's so delicious!" Zhu Houzhao's eyes were red: "I can be a chef now, this fish soup is so delicious!"

Fang Jifan said: "I'll try it, I'll try it."

Zhu Houzhao refused: "Hurry up, send the emperor to father, it's better to be alone than to be happy."

"..." Fang Jifan wanted to shoot him to death, but he did not forget to remind: "Give some to your mother, Your Highness, don't forget your filial piety."

………………

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Fang Jifan went for a long time and never came back.

The monarchs and ministers in the warm pavilion have settled their minds.

They seem to want to discuss now whether there is still a need for relief for the disaster in Ningbo, whether to call back the grain boats on the canal.

After waiting for half an hour, Fang Jifan and Zhu Houzhao left and returned.

The two smiled.

Emperor Hongzhi chatted casually with Liu Jian and the others, after all...he was really in no mood to talk about serious matters.

After the two came back, Emperor Hongzhi cheered up: "How is it?"

"Father, my son personally cooks and prepares the fish soup for Father." Zhu Houzhao said excitedly.

"..."

The prince cooks himself.

Some people seem to think that His Highness the Crown Prince is not doing his job properly.

What is a prince? Can he be a cook?

But when the eunuch came in with a big pot, accompanied by the tangy aroma of the fish soup, all thoughts were disillusioned.

Why can't the prince cook? Isn't cooking also making fish soup for His Majesty?

His Royal Highness... the most filial piety.

This pot of soup is too big.

So much so that ordinary tableware can't hold it.

I had to lift the pot on the big stove.

And that big yellow croaker, which was once all-powerful, lay intact in the hot pot, looking...it was delicious.

Emperor Hongzhi touched his belly.

No matter, try it first.

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