Although the people of Dunhuang were very enthusiastic, they blocked the north gate to watch the arrival of Ren Hong and Princess Wusun. When Ren Hong showed up, the young and gentlemen cheered in all kinds of cheers, allowing the envoys to enjoy the treatment of heroes again after the drum beats of Yumen Pass.

Although he went to the county magistrate, the commander, and the old acquaintances of Chen Pengzu tried their best to keep him, Ren Hong only stayed in Dunhuang City for one night.

But I stayed in Xuanquan for three days.

"Golden nests and silver nests are not as good as their own dog kennel!"

After all, it is a place to be home, everything in the Xuanquan is so familiar, the dry and cold dawn, the snow-white outline of the Qilian Mountains in the distance, the avenue leading to Chang'an, and the post carriages who travel every day on the road...

Of course, there is also the most intimate part of Ren Hong: the kitchen.

He had been away from Xuanquan for almost two years, but the kitchen had not changed much. It was smoked and fired all year round, and the walls seemed to be darker. The beams of the roof were covered with dried chickens that were smoky and smoked by the stove. There were also several sausages pickled by Ren Hongjiao Xia Dingmao. According to Lao Xia, this thing was very popular among past officials.

"The officials and soldiers who went out of the border and the tuesmanship had to walk a lot every day and sweat heavily. They didn't need any delicious food. They had meaty flavor, enough oil and water, salty enough, and they could eat."

But Ren Hong finally came back, so of course he couldn't cut sausages every day to deal with it. Today he wore a short dress with a linen skirt tied around his waist, and he was busy in the kitchen early in the morning.

But unlike in the past, Ren Hong no longer needs to make food to please outsiders, just to reward himself and Pao Ze's family.

At this time, a tall man walked in with a large wooden basin: "Ren Jun, the mutton has been cut into small pieces as you told me."

However, it was Xuan Quanzhi's chef Zoro puppy. In the past two years since Ren Hong left, as Xia Dingmao's apprentice, Luo Xiaogou completely took the lead. Lao Xia only needed to give some advice and put some materials at the critical moment. He worked hard all the time. Xuan Quanzhi also won the "best" in the county competition for two consecutive years, which made the husband Xu Fengde smile a little more on his face.

But today Ren Hong said he wanted to cook by himself. The old people in Xuanquanbai knew that he must have to make fun of fresh food.

When Ren Hong turned around, Luo Xiaogou found that his eyes were filled with tears, and he couldn't help but jumped: "Why did Ren Jun cry?"

"If you cut this green onion, you will cry."

Ren Hong was actually holding a kitchen knife and cutting the onion brought back from Shanshan in front of the cutting board.

In the vegetable garden where the mud was stolen, the onions had been harvested twice, but the military officials and soldiers did not find the right way to eat them and were not used to this taste. Except for the remaining seeds and burying them in the soil, Ren Hong brought the rest back.

Two large sacks were carried by camels before climbing over the three ridges of sand. After more than a month of trekking, the onions were already very shriveled. Ren Hong had to peel them apart layer by layer, revealing the fresh scales inside. He cried as he cut them.

Seeing Luo Xiaogou holding back her laughter, Ren Hong wiped his tears while sending half of the onion in his hand to Luo Xiaogou: "Come and try it."

So a moment later, Xu Fengde and Xia Dingmao, who were basking in the sun in the center, saw the tall and big little dog Luo shouting and running out of the kitchen, crying so hard that they were so pear blossoms were covered with rain.

Ren Hong was so playful that he was still chasing him back and was happy to chase him. When he saw someone, he took on the onion and sent him forward. Whether it was the troupe or the disciples who were smothered in the spring, he was so frightened that he ran away with his head and tears on the spot.

"Ren Hong! You little boy."

Even Xu Suifu was not spared, so he closed his eyes so much that he was so angry that he subconsciously scolded Ren Hongyitong.

After scolding, I remembered that this kid is no longer the same as before. Not to mention that he has made great achievements and made great achievements in Hexi, even his current official position is 600 stones, but he is several levels higher than himself. He immediately stopped talking and said no.

Ren Hong didn't care and said with a smile: "When I was in the Western Regions, I really miss you. Please wait. I will cook myself today and make delicious food for you to taste."

Xia Dingmao showed suspicion of onions: "Gentleman, this thing is so terrifying. Is it poisonous? Can it really be eaten?"

Ren Hongxia smiled and said, "It's just a green onion. The people of Daxia west of the Pamir Mountains love this thing very much. After cooking, the taste will not be so good. Instead, it has a different flavor."

It is said that during the Olympics, the Greeks had to kill a pound of onion, drink onion juice, and rub onion onion onion to stimulate their blood.

However, people in the Central Plains have never seen this thing before. How to eat it has to lead the trend.

After the mess, Ren Hong returned to the kitchen and took a little wilted carrot in another big bag. The carrots that were stolen with mud were harvested once, and there were as many as thousands of pounds. Ren Hong only brought a small part back, and half of the radish was eaten by carrots on the way. Well, there was nothing wrong with eating carrots.

He cut the onions into thick shreds, cut the carrots into strips, put the ointment oil in a large iron pot on the stove, put the mutton pieces, stir-fry for a while, stir-fry the water vapor of the mutton, add the onions and carrots, and stir-fry softly, and add some celery that you pound into powder, that is, cumin powder, which has a better and more fragrant aroma.

"Puppy, bring the corn over."

What Ren Hong cooks today is not the dishes, but the rice, authentic Xinjiang mutton hand-pickled rice!

This food should have been made of rice, but there was no way. Dunhuang was arid, with very little rice, and everyone couldn't get used to it. Unfortunately, the Kuaiji man Zheng Ji was not here.

Ren Hong put the fried mutton and carrots bit by bit, and added boiling water. After the amount of water was over, he could add a wooden cover and simmer slowly like he would cook rice on weekdays.

"The knife skills have not regressed."

Xu Fengde had already smelled the fragrance and came in with his hands behind his back.

Ren Hongxiao said, "Does the sir, know what kind of knife I have in the Western Regions?"

"Cows and sheep?"

"No, it's the head of the Huns! I will kill a Hun!" Ren Hong scared him.

Xu Fengde suddenly sighed, "It's a lot of hardship in the Western Regions?"

Ren Hong was stunned and nodded and said, "There are both suffering and happiness, just like the days when Mr. Xia was sitting in the hangquan."

Xu Fengde waved his hand: "I only arrange others to do things every day, but I am comfortable and leisurely. How can I suffer? But then again, it is worth it for you to suffer. Those who pass by Xuanquan and chat during meals are all the major things you did in the Western Regions. One person destroys a country, and the fire bulls defeat the Hu soldiers. I heard calluses in my ears. You are now famous in Dunhuang... No, it is famous in the four counties of Hexi!"

Ren Hong laughed: "My husband is still too narrow in his eyes and speaks smallly. Soon, I will become famous all over the world!"

"I believe it."

Xu Fengde raised his hand and patted Ren Hong on the shoulder: "I have no other ability, so I will guard Xuanquanzhi well, waiting to hear those passers-by, talking about your reputation in Chang'an and your feat in the Western Regions. When they were amazed, I held a wine cup and took a plate of side dishes, sat there, and told them..."

Xu Fengde smiled proudly: "What you said is Ren Hong, that little boy, he walked out of my lunar spring!"

For some reason, after hearing this, Ren Hong obviously didn't have an onion at hand, but he wanted to cry.

When he was close, he found that he hadn't seen him for more than a year, and Xu Fengde and Xia Dingmao had a few more white hairs.

Ren Hong raised his head high, looked at the sausages on his head and shouted: "That's right, Xu Sufu and Mr. Xia have both taken care of themselves and looked at them. I must ask Sufu to sit in the Xuanquan, but I can hear my reputation and deeds every day!"

Xu Fengde stopped responding, but instead came to the stove and said suddenly: "Has the heat of your stewed rice past?"

Ren Hong took a look and it wasn't OK at all. After cooking for a while, he got the pot and gently lifted the lid.

But I saw that the water in the pot had been completely simmered, and a large pot of millet rice was steaming hot, and the rice grains were shiny and golden. Take a deep breath, and the smell of lamb and celery in the nose was filled with the smell of mutton and celery, which made people's index fingers tremble.

"What is so delicious? What delicious did Renjun make?"

The young man's voice came from outside the door, but it was Liu Wannian, the prince of Wusun. He and Princess Yaoguang went back to the surrounding poplar forest to walk their horses.

General Ren Hong also sprinkled the raisins brought back from the Western Regions evenly on the rice, allowing Luo Xiaogou to take them out in the pot. Today, they sat together without separating the seats, but had to gather together and eat the big pot of rice.

When Liu Yaoguang entered, he saw everyone kneeling in on the mat in the yard.

When the princess Wusun arrived, Xu Fengde, who had just talked to Ren Hong, quickly stood up, and Xia Dingmao and others bowed to salute.

"Xu Sefu, Xia Sefu, it's not the first day. You don't have to salute us every time you see us."

However, Liu Yaoguang didn't care about the superiority and brought a few Wusun people to the table casually, and knelt down next to Ren Hong without any warning.

This scene made Lao Xu and Lao Xia stunned. After looking at each other, the two old guys laughed meaningfully.

So that's how it is!

Ren Hong was responsible for sharing the food, and took the spoon to everyone's rice bowl. Starting from the first time with the mud-ba sheep neck, Liu Wannian ate a lot of food made by Ren Hong along the way. When he smelled the food smelled, he couldn't help but move his chopsticks.

“Let’s wait.”

Ren Hong said, "You can't use chopsticks to eat today, but you have to grab it with your hands!"

Xu Fengde was stunned when he heard this: "Use your hands? Wouldn't that be with..."

He wanted to say the same as the barbarians, but when he spoke, he saw that the Wusun people opposite him had already started to take action, grabbed the food and delivered it to his mouth.

However, Liu Yaoguang hesitated for a moment. Seeing that everyone was following Ren Hong's words and grabbing food with their hands, he had to twist a few grains of millet into his small mouth.

The rice was simmered on low heat until the soup was dried up, allowing the carrots, onions and cumin to penetrate into every grain of rice, making people unable to stop chewing it.

With one bite of rice and one bite of meat, the sweet and sour grapes neutralize the thickness of the mutton, not only removes oil and relieves greasiness, but also brings a rich taste layer.

After a while, the rice in the bowl was finally seen. Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and they still felt unsatisfied.

If it weren't for someone else around, Liu Yaoguang would have wanted to suck his fingers in a very undecent way.

Seeing everyone like this, Ren Hong couldn't help laughing:

"Don't panic, there are two big pots in the kitchen, everyone can take care of it!"

After eating three bowls in a row, my belly would bulge. Liu Yaoguang stopped embarrassedly, his hands were already covered with oil stains.

She took the towel handed over by Ren Hong and wiped it, sighed, "Leave Quli and come all the way. As long as you have the chance, Ren Jun will make some food in different ways every day, and our taste will be tricky..."

"That's right!" Liu Wannian almost licked the bowl clean and replied:

"Not to mention the ordinary meals, even the banquet in Dunhuang is as delicious as chewing wax. I don't know if I can still eat the dishes made by Ren Jun after arriving in Chang'an?"

Who wants to do it for you?

Ren Hong disliked him very much, but looked at Liu Yaoguang and smiled: "Of course, as long as the princess and the prince can go out to Lin Yuefu, they can visit my house at any time."

Liu Yaoguang's eyes lit up: "Where is Renjun's family in Chang'an? I heard that there are 160 miles in Chang'an City."

“My home…has not purchased yet.”

Ren Hong was a little embarrassed. He knew one thing he had to do after he arrived in Chang'an.

“Buy a house!”

...

The happy days of taking a vacation at home are always short, and three days are fleeting. Zhao Han'er, Han Gandang and others who were allowed to leave by Ren Hong came to Xuanquanjie one after another, and the delegation had to continue to set off to travel east.

However, there is more person in the team, that is Xia Dingmao.

Ren Hong is now a person who can speak in front of the Dunhuang County Magistrate. With the order of the county magistrate, the supervisor was handling the charter quickly. Xia Ding successfully resigned from his position as a chef. As a "private servant", he could follow Ren Hong back to Chang'an with him.
To be continued...