Chapter 7

The kitchen boys all nodded, apparently agreeing with the two of them.

"You can insult eggs, but please don't insult the dish of scrambled eggs." Cheng Chubi's face darkened, and he said decisively.

He seemed to see a thin, slightly hunched figure bustling in the kitchen, the aroma of scallion and egg wafting with the smoke...

"???"

Chef Mei's face turned black, and he looked at the Third Young Master with a face full of sorrow and indignation. These words cut deep. I am a renowned chef in the Chang'an culinary circle.

If my cooking skills were not good, would the Lu Guogong Mansion pay me a high salary to be their chef? I have been making scrambled eggs for nearly ten years, and I have made at least three to five thousand plates. And you, you actually say I am insulting the dish of scrambled eggs?

"Old Brother Mei, you know what the Third Young Master is like, you have to hold it together..."

Cheng Ji, with his long neck, saw that the short-necked Chef Mei looked like he was about to explode with anger. He pointed to his head, squinted his eyes, and frantically hinted.

Chef Mei exhaled a deep breath, forced a smile, and was about to speak when his face suddenly changed. "Third, Third Young Master, why is he crying?"

Everyone noticed that Cheng Chubi, who had just been looking dejected, now had red eyes, with tears glistening in his eyes.

"Third Brother, we won't insult eggs anymore, can we go back inside?" Cheng Lao Si, trembling with fear, approached.

Seeing Cheng Lao Si's twisted expression and the others' frightened looks, Cheng Chubi was not pleased.

"I'm fine. Go, get four more eggs. I remember there is vegetable oil in the kitchen. Bring me a jar, and also bring me the copper basin I used to wash my face."

"Third Brother, what are you going to do?" Cheng Lao Si and the others were all confused. Getting eggs and vegetable oil made sense, but what was the copper basin for?

"I know exactly what I'm going to do. Why aren't you moving?"

"Alright, alright, Third Young Master, don't get upset. Why are you all just standing there? Follow Third Young Master's orders." Cheng Ji turned his head and winked frantically.

The kitchen staff understood and quickly fetched the various utensils as per the Third Young Master's instructions.

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Cheng Chubi first placed the clean copper basin on the stove. Fortunately, the stove opening was round, and the basin fit just right, though the bottom was a bit flat. Then he methodically beat the eggs.

When the copper basin was heated to a slight color change, Cheng Chubi poured in the oil, and then, along the edge of the basin, he poured the egg mixture into the basin.

He carefully rotated the basin until the egg mixture bubbled and rose in the hot oil, then began to gently stir with a spoon to ensure the egg mixture was fully cooked, and used the edge of the copper spoon to cut the solidified egg mixture.

After that, he sprinkled tender scallions into the basin, quickly stir-fried a few times, and then served it into a plate that had been prepared in advance.

Everyone saw a dish with a tender yellow color, interspersed with emerald green and white, emitting an enticing aroma.

"So fragrant... What delicious dish is this, and it looks so good." Cheng Lao Si, who had somehow moved to the stove, almost drooled.

Chef Mei, who was inwardly very indignant, looked at the dish of scrambled eggs in front of him, his eyes wide with disbelief.

This completely refreshed his worldview,颠覆了他三十多年从事烹饪艺术的认知。

"不对啊，炒鸡蛋怎么能这么炒？"

"这，才叫炒鸡蛋……"看到周围众人那震撼的目光，程处弼得意一笑。把手伸向旁边的筷子，哎？哎？哎？……

程老四已经先下手为强，抄起筷子，夹起一筷就往嘴里送。

"烫，哇……好烫……哇，好香，好吃……烫，烫……"所有人都一脸黑线地看着呲牙咧嘴连蹦带跳的程老四。总觉得这才是疯掉的那位。

济叔也尝了一口，顿时两眼一亮。“真香，而且好鲜。”

“三哥，你是怎么做到的？”程老四伸了伸舌头，好奇地问道。

原本热闹的场面，顿时一寂，一双双目光落在了程处弼的身上。

对啊，程三公子和其他几位公子一样，如果说喝酒耍斧头有一手他们承认，可是他们根本就不懂厨艺啊。

看到那一双双充满质疑的目光，程处弼不乐意了，我可是有头疾的人，你们问这样的问题，岂不是把我当成正常人来看待？

“难道忘了我的脑袋里边有三个白胡子老爷爷的事？”

程老四整个人都迷了。“三哥，白胡子老爷爷不是教你医术，怎么还能教你厨艺？”

程处弼呵呵一笑。“你这个问题问得很好，这次教三哥我的是穿黄衣服的白胡子老爷爷。”

“那上一次呢？”

“上一次教三哥的是穿红衣服的白胡子老爷爷。”

程处弼拍了拍程老四的脑袋，熊孩子有时候还是很有用处的，给自己递了好几个台阶，圆满地解决了自己懂得厨艺的原由。

看到这位志得意满的三公子，一干厨房员工们瞬间变得战战兢兢。

想到三公子脑袋里边蹲着穿红黄蓝道袍的三白胡子老爷爷，就问你们怕不怕？

就在此时，有家仆赶来传讯，说是袁天罡与孙思邈前来拜会。

程处弼无奈地看了一眼自己炒出来的鸡蛋，吞了下口水离开。

此刻，盘中只剩下了一块颇大，上面还沾着葱花的炒鸡蛋，旁边，几位拿来了筷子的厨房小厮正要动手。

终于回过神来的梅大厨直接就急了眼，双手一拦。“都别动。”

“梅大厨你也尝尝，味道真不错。”程济也只能意犹未尽地搁下了筷子，好歹梅大厨是自己请来的，总不能为了一口鸡蛋得罪了。

梅主厨嗯了一声，表情十分严肃地夹起了一块炒鸡蛋。

先是用心地审视着其蓬松的形态，然后闻了闻其散发的香味，在送入口中的瞬间，梅主厨两眼陡然一瞪。

然后缓缓闭上了双眼，紧皱的眉头舒展开来。

三公子在打蛋花时加了几滴黄酒，让原本鸡蛋本身那一丝丝的荤食腥味，也消减得一干二净。

而素油的香味淡雅，还不像动物油脂般让人觉得过于油腻。

蓬松而又鲜嫩的口感是那样令人愉悦，没有了豆豉的咸鲜，反倒让鸡蛋的鲜香和葱花的香味完全被激发出来。

“管事，梅大厨好像在流眼泪。”一旁的小厮扯了扯程济的衣角小声道。

程济这才注意到，梅主厨此刻紧闭的双目眼角处，一滴浑浊的泪水，正顺着眼角滴落。

所有人都听到了梅大厨的喃喃自语。“他是怎么做到的，难道梅某几十年苦练的厨艺，都练到狗身上去了。”

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