An exploding gas stove sent modern Sichuan cuisine chef Jiang Yanzhou back to the twelfth year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty.
When he woke up, he was already on a donkey cart in Chang'an West City and became the "dead son of Hu merchants" that everyone avoided.
There is no iron horse, no fighting for the throne - he just wants to survive, and by the way, let the people of the Tang Dynasty have a bite of hot stir-fried vegetables.
The iron pot was smashed, and the stove fire ignited.
"Shredded pork with green pepper" is fragrant, "Ma Po Tofu" is so spicy that it makes people cry in the West Market, "twice-cooked pork" is served to the emperor...
Li Shimin took a bite and stood up: "I haven't been so appetizing in thirty years!"
Li Ke came to eat in disguise and refused to leave after finishing the meal: "Can I have another bowl and pay the bill with my poems?"
The Turkic princess Yunzhu challenged the "spicy hot pot". It was so spicy that she jumped on her feet and shouted: "This smell, I will bring it back to the grassland to make it spicy to wake up 100,000 cavalry!"
He opened a restaurant called "Firework House"——
They don't hold banquets for the rich and powerful, but only cook a bowl of human taste for the common people.
He wrote "Fireworks Record" and preached the "Iron Pot Revolution",
Let the wok enter thousands of households, and let the spicy food ignite the taste buds of the prosperous world.
He took the orphan girl as his apprentice and taught her how to chop vegetables and read.
She said: "I want to be the first female chef in the Tang Dynasty!"
He stood side by side with the talented girl Su Yanqiu,
One holds the spoon, the other holds the pen,
Write "fireworks in the market" as "a good policy for governing the country".
But the prosperous times will eventually come to an end.
When the An-Shi Rebellion breaks out, Chang'an will fall.
He and his disciples guarded the last stove:
"The fire is there, the pot is there, and the flavor is there!"
A bowl of rice, a pot of stir-fry,
He uses the Tang Dynasty on the tip of his tongue,
Cook to the temperature of an era——
