Her Majesty Was Pregnant Before Entering the Palace

It's really delicious, second sister, try it, it's amazing! Jiang Balang was attracted by the food, and didn't care about the back of his hand being beaten by his sister.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Shan couldn't help but eat a piece.

It is indeed delicious.

It is fragrant and glutinous.

The meaty aroma on the pork ribs, mixed with glutinous rice, lingers on the lips and teeth, making people unable to resist taking a bite and wanting to take another.

Jiang Ning looked at Jiang Silang and Jiang Yan: You all have a try too.

Jiang Yan looked at the dishes on the table, pointed to a red dish with green leaves on it and asked, Is there meat on it? Why is it such a color...the leaves of the dish below are not raw, can it be eaten?

It's called pot-packed meat, you can roll it up and eat it.

Jiang Yan was dubious, rolled a piece of meat with vegetable leaves, took a bite——

The fatness of the meat is mixed and weakened by the fragrance of the vegetable leaves, and it is really fat but not greasy.

She stuffed the vegetable leaf into her mouth and rolled another piece.

Jiang Silang couldn't help eating when he saw it.

Swallowing while eating: Yes, yes, that's great!

Jiang Ning smiled and said, Who will try the chicken wings?

Having tasted the sweetness, Jiang Balang, who was full of confidence in Jiang Ning's food, immediately stretched out his hand: I will eat!

He grabbed a piece of chicken wing, took a bite, Hiss.

What's wrong? Jiang Shan asked.

This plate of chicken wings, don't move any of you! Jiang Balang grabbed the plate, Today, the young master made a round bag!

Stinky boy, there are no rules! Jiang Silang made a gesture to beat him up, but Jiang Erniang took the opportunity to snatch the plate back.

The siblings each took one.

Well!

Jiang Erniang also suddenly had the urge to take the plate for herself.

She raised her head and asked Jiang Ning: What does it taste like? It's so strange. Seventh sister, what's the name of this dish?

Jiang Ning smiled and said, Coke chicken wings.

Why is it called Coke Chicken Wings? Where is it? Jiang Yan asked curiously.

Because making this dish requires a... seasoning called cola.

I've never heard of it.

There is no cola in this dish, it's just stewed with soy sauce, sugar and wine. The meat is sweet and sweet, and it's most suitable for children. Jiang Ning saw the joy of them gnawing around the chicken wings, and suddenly wanted to show them how to be willing. Grandpa is amazing.

The sisters gathered around the table and ate up the eight dishes Jiang Ning made.

Jiang Balang couldn't get enough of it, he even poured the soup into the white rice, mixed it, and ate it.

After eating the last grain of rice, he burped and looked satisfied.

Jiang Shan smiled: My mother was so worried about Balang's meal...in the end, Seventh Sister cured her with a single meal.

Jiang Ning said with a smile: In my opinion, if children don't like to eat, it's probably because it doesn't suit their appetite.

Jiang Silang said: It's hard for Seventh Sister to come up with such a wonderful method. I have eaten in countless restaurants, big and small, but I have never seen it before.

I'm just guessing, you know, my adoptive parents used to open a small restaurant. Jiang Ning explained casually.

She knew in her heart that what she cooked was the simplest home cooking.

Her culinary skills are not very good. The problem is that the diet of this Dasheng Dynasty is too monotonous and bland.

Ordinary people basically eat stews, regardless of whether they are vegetables or meat, just throw them in the pot and boil them, add some salt, and cook them.

Not to mention the color and fragrance at all.

The nobles ate better, but not much better.

This meal convinced the dudes of the Jiang family.

After eating and drinking, the oldest Jiang Erniang asked: Seventh Sister, His Royal Highness King Yu came to pick you up just now, right? Don't delay, go back earlier.

Only then did Jiang Ning remember that King Yu was still waiting for him.

She hurriedly said hello and asked Huang Ying to push herself to find King Yu.

King Yu is indeed still waiting.

His face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Why was there no cooking before the Song Dynasty, because there were no iron pans.