A large pot of chicken had been eaten in less than ten minutes in front of the three of them, and there was only a pile of bones left on the table, and the second fat almost drank all the soup in the basin.

The last three of them didn't eat enough of a large pot of chicken, especially Zheng Sanpao seemed to be a little unsatisfied, looking at the big pot on the table, as if thinking about something.

As for Song Laosi, who was standing on the side, he was stunned now, and wanted to dissuade him several times, but seeing that the three of them were eating so deliciously, he really didn't bother to say anything.

It wasn't until everyone had finished eating that he walked up to Zheng Sanpao and whispered, "Third brother, why don't I find a great god and come and dance for you! I think it's very dangerous for you to do this!"

Zheng Sanpao was holding a small straw stick in his hand, and he was picking his teeth on the side, when he suddenly heard the old man say this, he almost bit the straw stick, his eyes were horizontal, and he said without hesitation: "Pull it down! Don't pull the calf with me here, I'm very good, what are you doing with those guys?"

Song Laosi stretched out his hand to point to the dead chicken on the ground, and finally his eyes did fall on the chicken bones on the table, and after thinking for a while, he still didn't say it, but sighed heavily.

Zheng Sanpao understood what he was thinking, reached out and put his hand on his shoulder, and said to him: " What you heard when you were a child, I also know, it's just that when I was on the battlefield, I ate too many of these dead chickens and other things, and there was no such thing as bad luck as you said, and the reason why I didn't want to touch this thing was actually because this frozen living thing tasted really unpalatable, the smell of blood on it was too strong, and the internal organs of these beasts and other things were not easy to deal with, so we never touched these things, and we ate too much of this thing in the years of war. ”

It turned out that the reason why Zheng Sanpao resisted eating this thing was that he had eaten it before, but it tasted really bad, so he resisted a little.

But this time it's different, Ding Fan doesn't know what is used in it, after it comes out of the pot, it tastes amazing, just smelling the smell, it makes people's index fingers move, and finally after eating it in his mouth, Zheng Sanpao feels that his mouth can't stop at all.

Before they knew it, the three of them had already made a pot of chicken, and there was nothing left.

It's not just that Zheng Sanpao didn't eat enough, but even the second fat on the side was a little unsatisfied, looking at the dead chicken on the ground that had gone to hair, and the thoughts in his mind had already begun to arise.

Ding Fan knew what Er Fat was thinking at a glance, reached out and grabbed the dead chicken on the ground, took it directly to the kitchen, and asked Zheng Sanpao to help, cleaned up a chicken and came out, and ate it here at night.

Zheng Sanpao immediately came to his senses when he heard this, rushed outside, grabbed a chicken, and disemboweled it on the spot, and in less than ten minutes up and down, a chicken was cleaned up by him, and it was cleaned a little outside.

By the time he sent it, Ding Fan had already boiled all the boiling water, cut the two chickens with a knife, boiled them in warm water for a while, and waited until the blood in the veins was released, and then put the two chickens in the boiling water to boil until the two chickens changed color, and then fished out of the water.

Originally, Zheng Sanpao thought that this would almost be ready to be stewed.

Who knows, Ding Fan had no intention of going into the pot at all, but put all the chickens in his hand on top of a cage drawer and steamed them in the pot.

Zheng Sanpao had never heard of whose chicken was steamed, and he was going to ask, but he suddenly smelled a smell of wine, and there seemed to be something else in it, and his mind was full of question marks for a while.

I wanted to ask Ding Fan what he was using, but seeing that he was busy, he could only swallow all the words back into his stomach in the end.

The two chickens were steamed on the fire for ten minutes, and when the chickens were taken out, the original pale chicken had turned pale yellow after this time, and the layers of fat on it were wrapped in it, and it looked very appetizing.

It's just that this is not over, Ding Fan threw the two chickens on the cutting board, picked up the kitchen knife and chopped it a few times, cut the whole chicken into small pieces, put it back into the big iron pot that he used before, added a little salt, and began to stew, grabbed a handful of mushrooms and vermicelli and prepared them, and told Er Fat to watch on the side, twenty minutes later, add mushrooms and vermicelli, and the rest is to wait for the mushroom vermicelli to be cooked.

Everything was ready here, Ding Fan called Zheng Sanpao and left the kitchen and went back to the house, planning to discuss something with Song Laosi.

As a result, when the two returned to the house, this Song Laosi was still looking at the chicken bones on the table, and from time to time he had to hold them to the tip of his nose and smell them.

Ding Fan wanted to laugh when he saw this action, and finally couldn't help but say: "Fourth uncle, are you curious, why is this chicken not fishy at all after it comes out of the pot?"

At this point, in fact, not only Song Laosi is curious, but Zheng Sanpao is also curious.

After all, Song Laosi had never eaten this thing, but he had eaten it more than once before, and the fishy taste every time he ate it made him difficult to swallow, and he felt sick to his stomach even when he thought about it.

That's why he's so resistant to things that freeze to death.

Who knew that the chicken I ate here today tasted not only no fishy smell, but a fragrant aroma, just smelling the smell can arouse people's appetite.

This made him too strange, so when Ding Fan was doing it just now, he stood aside and watched, just to see what was in it.

As a result, after watching it for a long time, I was confused, and I didn't see the reason at all.

In the end, he could only wait for himself to say, who knew that Ding Fan was still selling Guanzi, smiled mysteriously, took out a large glass bottle from under the bed, and then put it on the table, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, let's talk while eating, the chicken will be stewed for a while, let's have a drink or two cups first, and wait for Zheng Yi to come back and see the time, it's almost over." ”

Seeing that Ding Fan was going to drink, Zheng Sanpao stretched out his hand and patted his head and said, "You can't drink without food, you wait, I have ready-made ones at home, today your third aunt made braised pork, I asked Zheng Yi to bring more over." ”

After speaking, Zheng Sanpao hurriedly walked outside, looking like he was going home to get something.

When Zheng Sanpao left, Song Laosi couldn't hold back at all, walked to Ding Fan's side and asked: "Xiao Ding, I know you have good intentions and want to help the fourth uncle, but I understand your kindness, this frozen livestock can't be eaten, what you just ate is not what I took back at home, it's just not!"

It turned out that Song Laosi had never believed Ding Fan for a long time, and thought that he just wanted to help him, but he was afraid that he would refuse, so he said that he would accept these poultry that had frozen to death.

Ding Fan smiled bitterly, sighed and said: "Fourth uncle, you really think too much, this is a chicken that you really brought from your family, I really didn't lie to you at all!"

"Impossible, although I haven't eaten this thing many times like the third brother before, but in my early years, I had also seen someone cook it, and I had eaten a little bit, don't try to lie to me. ”

Ding Fan has also heard of Song Laosi's stubbornness for a long time, but he didn't expect that this person is not only stubborn, but even a little bit of a bull's horn.

"One year, there was a famine in the tunzi, and the grain planted in the fields was almost no harvest, so in the winter, I followed a few guys in the tunzi to look for food outside. Song Laosi slowly sat down at the table and said: "Which time we were outside the tunzi next door, we saw someone throwing dead chickens, we were all starving to death at that time, we didn't care about what the old man said, found a dilapidated old house, melted a little snow water and boiled the chicken in it......"

When he said this, Song Laosi suddenly cried, looking quite sad, Ding Fan didn't know what he had experienced back then, why he suddenly cried like this when he suddenly said a chicken problem.

Could it be that the chicken back then was really so unpalatable?

Ding Fan didn't disturb his memories, just sat silently on the side, waiting for him to slowly recall.

It turned out that time Song Laosi and the others couldn't wait to cook the chicken and stuffed the meat into their mouths, which could have been regarded as their full meal, but it was this meal, called Song Laosi's little nephew, who died with a whimper.

At that time, because Song Laosi went out to look for food, and took his little nephew with him, he finally found a little food, and Song Laosi was naturally a little nephew, so he ate very little.

Although when he ate it, Song Laosi felt that the taste was a little wrong, and even a little disgusting, but he didn't care too much, and the little nephew probably swallowed the chicken because he was hungry.

That night, Song Laosi vomited and tossed all night, and his little nephew didn't even react at all, and the next morning everyone found out that he had passed away quietly last night.

This incident has always been a hidden pain in Song Laosi's heart, so after seeing this frozen chicken, the first thing he thought of was the little nephew who was killed by himself, and he felt distressed when he thought of this.

And what is the taste of this frozen chicken, Song Laosi will never forget it for the rest of his life.

After Ding Fan listened to this story, he finally knew the reason for Song Laosi's resistance, and he felt that this thing had eaten people to death at the beginning.

It's just that after Ding Fan calmly analyzed it, he suddenly found that the cause of death of the child at the beginning was actually a little wrong: "The person who ate dead chicken at that time was not just the nephew of the fourth uncle, right?"

Song Laosi shook his head, suddenly reacted, looked at Ding Fan and asked, "What do you mean?"

Ding Fan frowned and said, "The people who ate the dead chicken at the beginning should have had the problem of vomiting and diarrhea that night, and only the nephew of the fourth uncle took his life, right?"

Song Lao Si nodded indifferently, looked at Ding Fan in front of him in surprise, and couldn't say a word.

Who knows, he didn't speak, but Ding Fan spoke directly: "That's right, the reason why you vomited and leaked that night was not actually on the chicken, but because the chicken you ate was not cooked at all, and you ate a half-baked chicken, so you were not comfortable after you went back, and the child was ...... in the end because of his young age."

In fact, it's okay to eat frozen chickens, the main thing is that you can't eat this kind of half-baked, otherwise you can't say that you have diarrhea, and your life may be thrown in.