Zhang Xingyi felt curious, walked behind Guan Ji, and tried to poke her head in. At the same time, she asked, "What are you looking at?"

"You're back?" Guan Ji touched Zhang Xingyi's head and said with a smile, "I'm preparing a banquet for you."

"Banquet?" Zhang Xingyi was a little surprised. When he saw the back in the kitchen, he muttered, "Why does this person look familiar?"

"That's such a heartless thing to say!" Feng Yong heard her muttering and turned around, "I'm kind enough to cook a banquet for you myself, but I didn't expect that even your brother-in-law wouldn't recognize him."

"Ah?" When Zhang Xingyi saw that it was Feng Yong, his eyes widened immediately. It took him a long time to say something, "Brother-in-law, how can you cook by yourself?"

"A few years ago you often went to Fengzhuang to beg for food. Who do you think taught Zhuangzi the cooking skills?"

Feng Yong didn't care at all and kept talking while cutting the butter board.

"How can it be the same? Now you are a prince!"

Zhang Xingyi retorted subconsciously.

"Junhou is called Junhou by outsiders. Are you an outsider?"

Feng Yong asked casually.

The speaker has no intention, the listener has intention.

Zhang Xingyi's face turned slightly red and she didn't dare to look at Guan Ji, but she felt very sweet in her heart.

"Where's Amei? Is Amei back?"

Feng Yong inside asked again.

Amei trotted over wearing an apron.

"Amei will help me, just wait for my instructions."

Feng Yong saw that everyone had arrived and gave an order.

Except for two maids who were doing rough work, there was no one else in the yard.

Zhang Xingyi has learned cooking skills in the past two years and originally wanted to go in and help. When Feng Yong said this, she had to stop thinking and held Guan Ji's arm while watching the two people inside who were busy.

Li Mu, on the other hand, had long heard that Feng Junhou had extremely picky tastes. Now that she learned that he cooked in person, she was surprised and surprised at the same time.

She couldn't suppress her curiosity and wanted to go forward to watch, but Guan Ji and Zhang Xingyi were blocking the door again, so she had to quietly hide behind them and peek through the gap.

"Boil these beef bones, wash these seasonings, and soak them in water."

I could only hear Feng Yong giving instructions to Amei.

Seeing Amei come out with a basin with a bunch of unknown medicinal materials in it, Guan Ji couldn't help but smile, "Is Alang making a medicinal soup?"

"This is for seasoning."

When Zhang Xingyi was in Nanxiang, he deliberately learned cooking skills from the master chef in the cafeteria. He had a certain understanding of Feng Yong's cooking skills, so he immediately explained.

But as soon as she finished speaking, she felt strange in her heart. Why is her sister also the mistress of Feng Mansion? How come she doesn't even know this?

Thinking of this, she immediately understood that her sister had no cooking skills before, and it seemed that after marrying into the Feng family, she had never been in a kitchen.

As soon as she thought about this, she felt a burst of jealousy in her heart: In this world, it is all women who make soup for their husbands. Who is like my sister who has the husband cook for Xijun himself?

This coward really dotes on my sister!

As a person in the game, Guan Ji has long been accustomed to this kind of situation, and she didn't realize what she had leaked, but how could she hide it from the other two women?

Even Li Mu, who was standing behind, glanced at Guan Ji involuntarily. Although he could only see her profile, her flowery smile did not hide the master's happiness.

Li Mu, who has been focusing on his career in the past few years, couldn't help but sigh inwardly, and the original thought came to his mind again: the tiger girl of the Guan family is really lucky.

Cooking in person with the dignity of a monarch seems to be a very strange and even embarrassing thing to outsiders, but why do I feel a little envious of the monarch's wife?

Feng Junhou naturally didn't have time to understand the thoughts of the people outside the door.

If you want hot pot to be fragrant, you have to use butter.

First, boil the cut butter board to remove the blood, then drain it, then pour it into the pot, pour an appropriate amount of water at the same time, boil the water over high heat, and then simmer over low heat.

Amei followed Feng Yong's instructions and constantly adjusted the heat in the stove.

After a while, the fat beef began to brown, and there was more and more yellowish butter in the pot.

When it feels like it's almost done, pick up the browned beef. This can be used as stuffing for steamed buns, so don't waste it.

Then add ginger slices and garlic, boil out the flavor inside, then scoop out the dregs, and it's done.

Leave a little base oil, then drain the soaked seasoning as much as possible, re-heat and pour it in, and stir-fry it into the hot pot base.

"By the way, Mr. Xi, you are good at martial arts. Go to the yard and chop some firewood into pieces the size of two fingers."

Although a kiln has been set up outside the city to prepare for burning charcoal, the kiln has not yet been released, so firewood has been temporarily used instead.

"Okay, today I'm just looking at you for something special. I even pay attention to chopping firewood."

Guan Ji smiled brightly and seemed to be very happy to participate in the preparations for the banquet.

"Brother-in-law, what do you want me to do?"

Zhang Xingyi asked not to be outdone.

"You? Just cut the beef and mutton. Remember to cut the mutton thinly. The thinner the better."

Feng Yong replied.

In the end, only Li Mu was left looking left and right, with an embarrassed look on her face, as if she was the only one with nothing to do.

"Mrs. Mu, please help me wash the dishes."

"good."

Li Mu looked at Feng Yong, his eyes flashed, and he answered softly.

There are two hot pots placed on the table in the hall, one with clear soup and the other with red oil soup made from Sichuan peppercorns.

Guan Ji and Feng Yong sit in the north and face south, while Zhang Xingyi and Li Mu sit in the south and face north.

Amei was not qualified to sit at the table, so she stood behind Feng Yong to wait on him.

The women all had confused faces. Apparently they were used to sharing meals and didn't understand why they had to sit together during meals.

Feng Yongyong ignored them, put a piece of mutton into the simmering clear soup, took it out after a while, dipped it in the mixed sauce on the plate, and swallowed it in one bite.

"That's it. This red oil soup can drive away the cold. Eat more of it."

Feng Yong demonstrated and explained.

"This...why does this look so similar to Gai Dou?"

Li Mu came from a noble family and had more experience, so he couldn't help but ask cautiously.

"You'll know if it tastes like it or not."

Feng Yong was shocked. Could it be that there was already hot pot at this time?

Then I thought about the cooking technology of this era. It would be good if you can add oil and salt. How can it be compared to the butter and base ingredients secretly passed down by the Feng family? At that moment, I said with feigned disdain.

Guan Ji and Zhang Xingyi looked at each other, and finally Guan Ji asked hesitantly, "Alang, is this... just how you eat it?"

"Just eat it like this! Eat it the way we eat in the master's sect. Eat it quickly, Si Niang. There is a banquet specially made for you!"

Feng Yong saw that none of the three girls dared to move their chopsticks, and immediately urged him.
Chapter completed!