However, after Ning Xiaoxian's five senses improved, even his sense of taste became particularly sensitive, and after tasting a few bites, he found that the reason why his chicken was better than other restaurants was probably because the salt-baked chicken in the taste workshop was made directly into the pot with fresh chicken, unlike other stores that cooked the chicken and then roasted it with salt.

That's true. After the owner of the restaurant has removed the feathers and cleaned the internal organs of the chicken, he will evenly coat the whole chicken with rice wine and sand ginger, marinate it for an hour, and then pour the rice wine into the belly of the chicken, and then wrap it tightly in gauze paper.

At this time, the clay pot has already set a fire, and the lake salt spread in the pot to a third of the full heat is boiling, and then you can put in the wrapped whole chicken, and then continue to pour in the lake salt until the chicken is covered. This method is called "baking". The salt-baked chicken should be baked carefully for half an hour on the smallest heat until it is cooked thoroughly inside and out.

Barilla salt is the first. The whole chicken baked with salt is golden brown, and the appearance is very beautiful, and the chicken skin is dehydrated and tightened to nearly crispy, and the bite is very elastic in the mouth. Needless to say, the chicken has a bitter taste and melts in your mouth.

However, Ning Xiaoxian always felt that the taste of this chicken was unexpectedly good. She was puzzled, until she tasted the cold dish "Whitebait Egg" sent by Xiao Er, and then she suddenly realized.

The secret lies in the salt itself.

The water in the saltwater lake is too salty to be abundant, but it is rich in a peculiar small fish, known locally as "whitebait". This fish is not much thicker than a silver needle, has strong fecundity, and likes to travel in groups, so it is very easy to catch. Many salt farmers also make cameos as fishmongers, as the dams are closed and the saltpans are often filled with bainfish. The fish is so small that it can only be tasted if it is fried in a puff pastry or eaten with an omelette.

Ning Xiaoxian only tasted the first bite and found something special. The taste is slightly similar to salt-baked chicken. The only thing that can be done in common between the two is salt. She groaned for a long time. It was decided that the dishes cooked with this lake salt would add at least three points of color, probably because the lake water contained more minerals, which made the lake salt provide other special flavors in addition to saltiness.

The meal was very satisfying. She spent the afternoon in the teahouse, and when it was finally getting dark, she got up and went to the market to buy some large bags of lake salt. After stealing the furniture tonight, the blood exchange technique of Changtian is estimated to have been completed. She had to get ready to get on to the next location.

The craftsmen in the woodmill had long since returned home, and the last apprentice came out. Lock the door backwards. It's finally quiet.

She touched the back wall of the wooden mill, looked around, and jumped into the mill with a slight leap. Of the three, she had already seen a craftsman's house. So I picked another one and started looking for it. The door was locked, but it couldn't stop the fangs.

If you talk about the materials used in classical furniture. The most precious one should be the first to recommend rosewood. This is followed by rosewood, followed by wenge and mahogany. The land of Leizhou is humid and hot, and although the trees growing here are small, there is no shortage of precious tree species, and the ones in this craftsman's room are red sandalwood and wenge wood that she recognizes. and the golden silk nanmu that Chinese people also like.

These pieces of furniture can be called delicate and beautiful, but even the most ordinary shelf bed, she thinks it is too old-fashioned, and thinks of moving back the conservative bedding that even her grandparents don't use. She is uncomfortable, this is the difference in aesthetics.

Ignoring the moral condemnation in her heart, she found the cabinet, the desk, the desk, the flower stand, two tables of the Eight Immortals, and three chairs and put them in the storage bag. There is also a soft couch, the style is relatively elegant, but the fence is placed on three sides, which can be used as a sofa. Laugh at it!

As for the bed...... In the end, she picked a semi-finished one. This bed is now the commander of the light pole, planed and painted, but other parts such as the column frame and hanging have not been installed, which is exactly what Ning Xiaoxian's appetite is, take it!

She threw two ingots of gold in the carpenter's shop and turned to inspect another. This gold is enough to buy two or three sets of furniture, and it can also reduce the guilt in her heart a little.

She turned around, didn't find any furniture she liked, and was about to go out, but Qi Qi whispered softly: "The hostess walks slowly, I feel the breath of spiritual wood." ”

In this small workshop, there will be spiritual wood?

"It's very meager, but it's in this place. ”

Qiqi couldn't see anything from the outside world, so she had to walk slowly along the base of the wall to let it feel it.

Finally, she stopped next to a pile of scraps.

"Here?"

This is the corner where carpenters discard scraps, but it is not surprising that there are eyes that do not know gold and jade.

She crouched down, rummaging through a pile of broken logs, playing a game of "yes" and "no" with Poor Odd. In the end, what she found in her hand was a polygonal irregular piece of wood more than two feet long.

No wonder the craftsmen dumped it in the scrap wood pile. The wood had no texture at all, it didn't seem to belong to any known precious wood, and it was still dead, not like wood in terms of weight, but like a big stone, and if it weren't for her recent surge, she wouldn't have been able to lift it with one hand. The wood was pitch black, but if you look closely, there is a large web pattern like a python pattern on it. It's a pity that this pattern not only does not look beautiful, but has a strange feeling, which family dares to use it to make furniture? plus the whole piece of wood is so small in total, it is not enough to do anything.

"What is this?"

Qi Qi is not so sure: "Probably...... It is a 10,000-year-old sedimentary wood. This is supposed to be taken from the heart of the tree, and the aura is very strong. ”

"What can be done?"

Qi Qi smiled: "I don't know either. ”

This guy is a half-bucket of water! Now she knows how reliable Changtian is.

She shrugged her shoulders and slipped the piece into her storage bag as well. was about to turn around and go out, when suddenly his eyes rolled, and he took away a carved and hollowed out yellow rosewood Taishi chair.

Leave the silver as usual, and the Shining man.

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It's still early in the morning. She found a pulp shop for breakfast. After drinking a bowl of refreshing mung bean soup and nibbling on half a meat bun, she heard Changtian's slightly tired voice ringing in her ears: "It's over." Come on in. ”

She was so excited that she almost threw the bun out of her hand.

It's only been nine hours, and the blood exchange technique has been completed?

I am usually used to his storage, and sometimes I think he is too domineering, but I don't know that there is no movement from him for several hours, but I feel very lost.

People, it's cheap!

She didn't care about her image, swallowed the meat bun in two bites, went out to find a small alley, and flashed into the prison of gods and demons.

The bottom layer has not changed much, probably the medicine and tools have been put away by Changtian. When she entered, Changtian was standing by the Demon Fountain and cast a cleansing spell to wash away the blood stains on her hands.

The air was filled with a smell of blood that could not be dissolved.

The blood in an adult's body only adds up to about five liters. Ning Xiaoxian said suspiciously, according to her past experience, how could there be more than a dozen people killed here, that is, the number of travelers who died in the horse thief camp, to cause such a strong smell. But there are only two people here from beginning to end, and the one who lost blood is Wen Liangyu himself at most.

This blood exchange secret technique is really evil!

Changtian finished the work at hand, turned around and sat back at the bottom of the pillar. Ning Xiaoxian noticed that for the first time, his footsteps revealed a heavy sound.

"You...... Are you alright?" she asked, uncertain.

Changtian hummed softly, pointed to the black stone table next to him, and then closed his eyes and went to recuperate.

He was very tired, not only was his divine power overdrawn, but even his divine soul was a little tired. If it weren't for the fact that this out-of-body incarnation wouldn't sweat, I would be sweating profusely by now.

The process of exchanging blood for Wen Liangyu was not as smooth as Ning Xiaoxian imagined, but it was much more difficult, forcing him to speed up. If it were in the past, such a small technique would have been used casually.

However, this was no longer the case, and the longer he used his supernatural powers, the more the Dragonsband restrained him. In the process of casting the spell, the dragon rope that had already given birth to the spirit was desperately suppressing his divine power, and while he was engrossed in the casting, he also had to break through the suppression of the dragon rope, and the spirit and spirit that were lost were more than a hundred times that of the past!

Although the door of the Gods and Demons Prison is open all the time, there is an influx of spiritual power to replenish it, and the daily spiritual tea is never interrupted, but in general, it is still unable to make ends meet. There is very little energy left in his body, and if he doesn't try to solve it, he may not be able to complete this journey to the west.

Ning Xiaoxian looked at him worriedly. Changtian rarely showed fatigue in front of him, but now his face was a little more transparent, and he was already faintly blue. She knew that the incarnations outside the body of the gods would hardly get sick, but his demeanor was so tired that it could only be said that the loss of divine power had been dramatic. But for this, she was really at a loss, so she could only do it in a hurry.

She had to find a way!

There was a slight noise around her, interrupting her thoughts. Turning his head, there was a small animal lurking on the black stone table. The color of this thing is very similar to the black stone case, and after she came in, she patronized and stared at Changtian, and then she remembered: "What about Wen Liangyu?"

Danlu Qiqi gloated: "Isn't it just on this case!"

Nani! That big man of more than 1.8 meters, after the exchange transfusion, became a small animal with a total length of no more than her arm? This is much more than the plastic surgery in the country of sticks!

She leaned down and stared at the creature wide-eyed. When she saw this guy, she knew that Changtian's previous guess was correct. Wen Liangyu's pure-blooded prototype is indeed a mink! The body is slender, the small mouth is pointed, the limbs are a little short, the body is covered with soft purple-black hair, oily and slippery, and there is a big fluffy tail behind it. This prototype is far from the fox, but it's a bit like the little squirrel she used to raise, and in two words, it's "cute"!

However, she knew that although the mink was cute, it was a ferocious small animal that could even feed on squirrels. (To be continued......)