What Zhu Houzhao is most interested in is French fries.

The potato strips that had been stewed seven or eight minutes cooked were taken out, put them in clean water, then put them in the pot, and then throw them in. After a moment, a strong fragrance spreads.

When the chef took out the golden fried fries, Zhu Houzhao didn't feel it was too hot. She took one, grinned and blew at the fries, and then... she bit off a piece of it in one bite.

Scent, crispy!

Tasteful!

"It's delicious! Come and try it, it's delicious." Zhu Houzhao said while eating, looking excited.

Fang Jifan tasted it and it was much worse than that of later generations. Later generations would soak potato strips in milk, which tasted a little more intense. This... well, it was actually quite good, after all, in this era, it tasted very good.

Then, the legendary Western food, mashed potatoes.

A large lump of mud was brought up, and two green onions were added to it.

The reason why I added two green onions was that Fang Jifan wanted to add a little Chinese to this authentic Western staple food. Well, to be more precise, it should be the characteristic of Shandong.

Zhu Houzhao looked at the mashed potatoes with doubts and said, "This is..."

"This is potato rice." Fang Jifan decided to call it "rice" because this thing can really satisfy your hunger and basically ensure a person's nutritional intake.

Zhu Houzhao smelled it and it tasted pretty good, so she carefully tasted it with chopsticks... and then stopped talking.

Zhang Xin stood aside and carefully observed Zhu Houzhao's expression.

Zhu Houzhao frowned and said, "It's not delicious, it tastes a bit weird."

Fang Jifan smiled and said, "I knew you would think the taste was a bit weird, but the taste could be improved. Add something else to it and the taste would be delicious, at least... it can fill your stomach."

Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but say, "But it's really not delicious."

This guy is a stubborn person.

Fang Jifan took a deep breath, and it seemed that he would not be able to do so without using his ultimate move.

So Fang Jifan whispered to Yang Rang, the general flag beside him, and Yang Rang left in a hurry.

After a long time, Yang Rang came back panting, holding a food box in his hand. His fat figure ran in a strange posture, which looked particularly funny.

While he was panting, he said, "This is something I asked for from a nearby village, it's really not easy..."

Fang Jifan glanced at him, took the food box, and ordered people to pick up the bowl, and then poured all the things in the food box into the bowl.

This is……

Zhu Houzhao stared at the things in the bowl.

Porridge?

This is indeed porridge, and it is also porridge with yellow rice.

Just looking at the quality of this rice, it's so bad that it can't be any worse.

Fang Jifan said to Zhu Houzhao with a deep smile: "Your Highness, try this first."

Zhu Houzhao looked at the things in the bowl with a skeptical look and said, "Can this be eaten?"

Fang Jifan almost rolled his eyes and said, "Of course this can be eaten. Eighty percent of the people in the Ming Dynasty use this to fill their stomachs. Your Highness must be thinking, shouldn't the porridge the people drink be white and tender? This is just the illusion that Your Highness has been staying in the West Mountain for a long time. In the West Mountain, you see that the people here are suffering, but in the Ming Dynasty, this is already Jiangnan in the capital area. The rice here is white, and the porridge is also white. Even steamed cakes have a bit of delicious fragrance. But Your Highness really thinks that the porridge that the people in the world drink is the same as the porridge that the people in the West Mountain drink? I think the meal that the people in the world eat is the same as the people in the West Mountain eat?"

"Your Highness knows why people in the West Mountain should respectfully call you and me when they see you and me? This is because only in the West Mountain, ordinary people can eat white things. And this... porridge was asked in a farm several miles away. Your Highness tasted it first and then you will know the difference between the West Mountain and them."

Zhu Houzhao looked down at the porridge water again and couldn't help but smile: "What's the matter? I haven't eaten any bitterness before."

He was very arrogant and sat down and took the chopsticks directly. The porridge was not as fragrant as the usual porridge water. It looked very strange, yellow and yellow. There seemed to be a little undead grain inside. It was very fine and not as full as ordinary white rice. It was as fine as grains of sand. In fact, there was really sand inside!

Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but say, "These people are so lazy that they don't even have rice to take. Look, there is sand on them, so they are not afraid of tickling teeth."

Fang Jifan looked at him, and couldn't help but sneer on his lips!

Although Fang Jifan would pretend to be crazy, he looked at Zhu Houzhao's appearance of not eating meat, and he couldn't help but look contemptuous: "Your Highness, they don't wash rice, not lazy, but when they wash rice, many rice mo'er will flow away with the water. Isn't that a pity? The sand can be slowly picked out with his tongue, but when the rice is washed, a pound of rice will be gone half a tael. Do you think, which one is more important?"

Zhu Houzhao was silent now, so he slowly lowered his head: "Okay, I'll try it."

Use chopsticks to hold some boiled rice grains into your mouth. There is no trace of taste, nor is there any sweetness that is unique to porridge water. Instead, it is more like... the old rice has a bad smell,!

Zhu Houzhao's brows frowned deeply, and subconsciously spit out the porridge in his mouth: "Is this what people eat? It's simply pig food!"

Fang Jifan looked at Zhu Houzhao with a smile at this time: "For a long year, eating like this, for eighty-year period of 80% of the world's population had to rely on this to satisfy their hunger. His Highness spit out like this. If it were placed in the homes of ordinary people, his parents would have already pulled His Highness to death."

"Now... Your Highness will try this potato rice again."

Zhu Houzhao moved the yellow rice porridge away in disgust. He swore in his heart that he would never touch such things again in his life.

He took the chopsticks and repeatedly wiped the cuffs, as if he wanted to wipe the smell of the yellow rice porridge clean. Then he lowered his head and ate a bite of potato rice. His eyes suddenly lit up and he said casually: "It smells so good."

"It's delicious?" Fang Jifan looked at Zhu Houzhao.

Zhu Houzhao shouted: "It's so delicious! It's sweet and delicious, and it's delicious."

"Do your Highness like it?"

"like!"

"Speak louder!"

"It smells so good!"

That's it.

Fang Jifan smiled and said, "Your Highness, have a meal."

Zhu Houzhao was indeed a little hungry, hungry. The mashed potatoes... Now I eat them, I feel that they have a different taste. At least it is many times better than the yellow rice porridge. After half a pound of mashed potatoes, Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but burp: "It's so full."

Fang Jifan felt relieved.

Perhaps in the previous life, people had completely bid farewell to hunger. Even if potatoes have many advantages, it would be difficult to replace white rice as a staple food. The fundamental reason is that the rice eaten by people in that era was actually fundamentally different from the rice in later generations. In later generations, such rice is completely at the level of feeding pigs.

But for ordinary people in this era, what they want is just three meals to eat, and potatoes can be filled, which is enough.

What's more, with the foodies of the Han nationality, no, in terms of food, keeping pace with the times and innovating various ways of eating, Fang Jifan believes that once potatoes are promoted, at least one hundred and eight ways to eat potatoes will appear in the world.

At this time, Zhu Houzhao touched her belly and said, "It's so full, now I feel that this tastes very good."

As he said that, he couldn't help but look at the yellow rice porridge with disgust.

This is what you want! Fang Jifan was in a good mood and said kindly to Zhu Houzhao: "Your Highness will be full."

At this moment, the beef stewed with sour and sour potato shredded potatoes and potatoes was good. Yang Rang personally served these two dishes like a reward.

Shredded potatoes are mainly filled with dogwood, and the effect of pepper is achieved by using dogwood; the most rare and valuable thing is beef stewed with potatoes, because in this era, ordinary beef cannot be easily slaughtered, and only beefs that die of old age and disease can be slaughtered. Therefore, the price of beef is often several times that of other meats, which is very high-end.

When Fang Jifan saw these two dishes, he burst into tears. The taste of his hometown was finally ready to eat today.

"Come on a bowl of white rice."

To eat these two dishes, you have to use fine rice and white rice to use it as a dish to achieve the best taste.

Fang Jifan sat down and looked at the hot rice and the fragrant dishes, and his index finger was already moving.

Zhu Houzhao looked at Fang Jifan with a confused look on his face: "..."

Fang Jifan lowered his head and feasted, not forgetting to greet Zhu Houzhao: "Your Highness will come and eat a few bites, it tastes very good, it's so delicious."

"..." Zhu Houzhao touched her belly and couldn't speak for a while.

"If Your Highness doesn't eat, then I have to...I'm so hungry that I offend you, I'm offended you."

The smooth and sour potato shredded potatoes are in the mouth, and the sour and spicy tastes are stimulating Fang Jifan's taste buds. It's so magnificent. I have abundant products in Greater China and have innovative cooking techniques. I am lucky to be one of them. Even if I am a ghost, I am happy.

Zhu Houzhao whistled: "Let's go."

"Your Highness walks slowly."

Zhu Houzhao was unwilling to give up, so she took a few steps and came back: "Put the potato strips and I'll take them back to eat."

He was talking about fries.

Fang Jifan did not forget to say, "Your Highness, you must remember that it will definitely be cold when you take it back. You have to fry it again to taste delicious and delicious."

Yang Rang and others hurriedly picked up lotus leaves, wrapped a large portion of the fries, rolled them up and tied them to death. Zhu Houzhao carried them, and looked at the spicy and sour potato shredded potatoes and roasted beef on the table with a little unwillingness, but they burped again. This time, they really left.

Zhang Xin was embarrassed to serve Fang Jifan and ate it together. He felt ashamed. After all, he was in the field all year round and was covered in fishy smell. It can be seen that Fang Jifan was happy to eat. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was full of mashed potatoes. The taste was much better than the yellow rice porridge that ordinary people ate. In his heart... a big rock fell, and finally... he didn't waste his time.

He couldn't help but wonder, how much is the per mu of those densely planted potatoes?
Chapter completed!