I am a child of Daqin Xiong, who supervises the country at the age of eight

Chapter 24 Sweet potatoes are not suitable for staple food

"Uh……"

The cook was a little confused.

"Your Highness, how much is appropriate?"

"Appropriate amount!"

Ying Changsheng didn't blush, and said without heartbeat.

On the cook's forehead, there were a few black lines floating across.

After all, who knows what the right amount is?

But fortunately, these dishes.

Both are fairly simple dishes.

It's not complicated to make.

Ordinary people can make it. Although this imperial chef said he had never done it, he still had years of experience in cooking. After a while, under Ying Changsheng's order, he cooked the dishes.

What I saw was that Ying Changsheng was very satisfied.

However, apart from being satisfied, he was also somewhat dissatisfied.

Win the place of eternal dissatisfaction.

It lies in one thing.

This thing is salt!
The salt of Daqin.

The quality is a bit poor!

What he saw was that Ying Changsheng frowned a little.

The salt in the palace, logically speaking, should be calculated carefully.

But Ying Changsheng clearly saw that the salt that seemed to be ground very finely was not as clean as the salt bought in supermarkets in later generations.

These salts look gray and plain.

Visibly dirty.

"I want to ask you, why is this salt so dirty?"

After several dishes were fried, Ying Changsheng couldn't help but ask the chef.

"Your Highness, isn't this salt clean?"

The cook exclaimed.

"This, this is the best, tribute salt for paying tribute!"

"Ordinary people can't afford it!"

"The salt they eat is even mixed with soil..."

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Ying Changsheng couldn't help frowning.

I sighed in my heart, it would be great if I could have a technology to purify salt.

Unfortunately, he really didn't.

And he himself didn't have enough knowledge in this area, so he had no choice but to give up!

at the same time.

In the palace, when the dishes were placed in a small cauldron and carried by the palace maids, they were presented to the table.

From a distance, smelling the tempting fragrance, the eldest son Fusu, Wang Jian, Gongshu Shangzao, and Ying Yueer who hurried over to grab a meal after hearing the news all swallowed unavoidably.

"It's too delicious!"

Fusu couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Wang Jianman nodded.

"Presumably, the ingredients must be very precious!"

"No, otherwise, how could it be so fragrant?"

Gongshu Shangzao nodded.

At this time, Ying Changsheng walked over with small steps.

Said with emotion.

"This cook is pretty smart, he didn't overcook the dishes, everyone eats, everyone eats, eat more!"

Ying Changsheng said.

He cooks a lot, and each dish weighs more than a pound.

Enough for several people.

For a while, several people began to feast on it.

Fusu obviously likes fried potato shreds very much, he frequently puts down his chopsticks, and while eating, he can't help but sigh with emotion.

"Changsheng, what is this thing? It tastes so delicious?"

"This is a potato, the kind grown in the Royal Garden!"

"what?"

Fusu exclaimed.

Wang Jian next to him was also stunned.

In his eyes, the yield of potatoes seemed to be quite high.

However, if there are too many of these things, they will naturally be cheap. If the production is high, in Wang Jian's eyes, the taste is probably not very useful.

In other words, it is just something that is barely used to satisfy one's hunger.

But who ever thought that the taste of this potato would be so delicious.

For a while, Wang Jian couldn't help asking.

"Your Highness, is it possible that these potatoes are grown in the imperial garden and are ripe?"

"No, no, how can it be so fast? At the Imperial Garden, it will take at least 20 days. These potatoes are some leftovers from when they were used to make seeds!"

Ying Changsheng explained quickly.

"If the yield of this product is really as high as what you said about Changsheng, and if it is so delicious, then the people of my Daqin will be lucky in the future!"

Hearing this, Fusu couldn't help sighing with emotion.

"Haha, you can't just have potatoes, you have to have oil!"

Ying Changsheng shook his head and said.

"Ordinary people don't have oil at home, so they can't fry them. They can only cook them or bake them. The taste is not as good as ours. However, after they have potatoes, they can also spare some fields and plant some potatoes. Rapeseed, and then come to extract oil, probably, it will also be successful..."

"Changsheng is right!"

Fusu thought for a while, then nodded, if the potato production is really high.

It is not impossible to grow more oil-producing crops.

After a few people had eaten, Wang Jian couldn't help but feel a little flustered. He was old, and he couldn't eat much when he usually ate.

But today, after eating these delicacies, he couldn't help himself, and ate two more bowls of rice.

Just as Wang Jian was preparing to take a rest, the maid from outside came to inform him.

"Young Master Nineteen, what you ordered has been baked!"

"Oh?"

Ying Changsheng was overjoyed when he heard the words, and waved quickly.

"Then hurry up and submit it!"

Not long after, I saw the palace lady come up with a copper tray.

All I saw was seven or eight medium-sized sweet potatoes in the tray.

These sweet potatoes are steaming with traces of heat, and there are obvious traces of charcoal burning on the surface.

At this moment, in the hall, there is a slight sweet smell.

"Nineteenth brother, what is this?"

"Oh, this is after cooking. I saw that the stove was burning, so I simply threw some sweet potatoes left over from before and roasted them!"

Ying Changsheng explained.

"Sweet potatoes? Could it be the ones grown in the imperial garden?"

Wang Jian's eyes lit up immediately.

"Exactly!"

Ying Changsheng nodded, then picked up a piece of sweet potato and handed it to Wang Jian.

"General Wang, do you want to try it?"

"Old man..."

Wang Jian was already full, but, smelling the sweetness of the sweet potato in front of him, and adding this, it seemed that the output was extremely high, so Wang Jian still nodded, took the sweet potato, and then, imitating the movement of Ying Changsheng's hand, broke it apart Then, after peeling off the outer skin, I tried to take a bite.

In an instant, the sweet and sweet taste of sweet potatoes reached his mouth.

Ying Yueer, who was eating sweet potatoes at the side, couldn't help exclaiming even more.

"This, is this sweet?"

"Sweet potatoes are not sweet, can they still be salty?"

Ying Changsheng rolled his eyes and said.

"The taste is sweet, and it's very soft and delicious. If the yield of this product is really high, then ordinary people will be lucky!"

Fusu couldn't help but sigh while tasting the sweet potatoes.

But Ying Changsheng shook his head again and again.

"No, no, sweet potatoes are delicious, but if you eat them for a long time, you won't be able to say anything good about your taste buds!"

"Potatoes, on the other hand, although they taste dry and tasteless, are suitable for use as a staple food!"

"As for the sweet potato? It's just an extra. It can be used as a supplementary food. If it is eaten as a staple food, in the long run, the people of our Great Qin Dynasty will be inferior to each other. They will be extremely weak..."

(End of this chapter)