With two young women leading the way, Luo Yunji found the kitchen.
"Second Senior Brother! I want shredded-meat noodle rice!" Little Fatty said to Zhang Xiaofan beside him.
Zhang Xiaofan nodded, then looked around the kitchen. "There's only chicken, duck, and fish."
Zhang Xiaofan glanced at Little Fatty, looking a little troubled. The Imperial Palace kitchen had all kinds of meat, and there was more than enough of every ingredient, no matter what they wanted to make.
"Chicken and duck are fine, but fish won't do!" Luo Yunji said, somewhat glumly.
"May I ask, Imperial Preceptor, how is shredded-meat noodle rice made?" one of the young women accompanying them asked softly, her heart uneasy.
All the young women in their pavilion knew how to make shredded-meat noodles. They just didn't know if Little Fatty meant the same thing they did.
"Ah, that! Even if I told you, you wouldn't be able to make it!" Liao Xing interjected. Seeing the two pretty young women look at him with eager curiosity, his smile grew wider.
"First, the broth. You need five kinds of meat, similar in flavor but different from one another, and you boil them with cartilage. Of course, the longer you simmer it, the better it tastes. The broth you make is only for washing the meat and infusing it with flavor."
The two young women's eyes widened as they listened to Liao Xing. At last, they understood why the noble folk were called nobles!
How extravagant!
"Next, you choose four different kinds of meat, and there are requirements for these. After boiling them through in clear water, the meat has to be easy to pull apart into thin strands. Then you take one strand of each, weave them into a net, tuck one or two grains of raw rice