As soon as he went to the vegetable market, Liu Mang turned around, but he didn't buy the vegetables he wanted to buy at all. It's either that he doesn't like it, or that his own space is productive.

However, at the fruit shop at the entrance of the vegetable market, Liu Mang brought back some cherries and a few catties of lychees.

"I had a new dish idea a few days ago, why don't you try it today?"

Back at the hotel, Liu Mang closed the door and entered the space.

"Xiaobao, help me catch five chickens, all of them need a little hen that has just laid eggs. Liu Mang commanded.

"Okay, master. Xiaobao answered, rode on the stupid wolf, and went away.

After the chicken is caught, it is slaughtered directly in the space, the hair is removed, and the internal organs are thrown to the wolf and the black bear.

"Xiaobao, can this be planted?" Liu Mang took out some cherries and lychees and handed them to Xiaobao.

"Yes, you can. Xiaobao nodded.

"Okay, plant it for me, and I'll buy some other fruit trees to plant in a few days." ”

Out of the space, Liu Mang took a few pieces of old ginger and a few cloves of garlic, put them in a stone bowl for pounding garlic, and mashed them together.

"Well, that's good. The chickens produced in the space are several grades higher than those sold in the market. Liu Mang pressed the chicken skin with his hand.

These one-pound Luhua chickens have clear yellow and translucent skin, and they can bounce up quickly when pressed by hand, which is very tight.

Liu Mang took a handful of toothpicks, clenched them into a handful in his hand, and tied them up one by one on the chickens.

The best thing about this is to make the chicken skin breathable, and it will be easier to absorb the flavor when it will be marinated.

After piercing the hole, Liu Mang took a bowl, poured in light soy sauce, cooking wine, salt, added the ginger and garlic paste just mashed, and mixed a sauce together, evenly spreading it inside and outside the chicken body.

After doing all this, Liu Mang washed his hands and began to peel the lychees.

'Eat 300 lychees a day, and be a Lingnan person', Mr. Su, a big foodie, has long used a famous sentence to explain his enthusiasm for lychees.

The end of May to June is the season for lychees. The lychee flesh of this season is translucent and creamy, rich in juice, and has the sweetest taste.

"Boss, I'll clean the trash can for you, and you'll have a garbage bag later." Lao Dai, who had finished sweeping the alley, poked his head out of the doorway.

"Master Dai, you're just in time, do me a favor. Liu Mang greeted with a smile.

"What's the busy?"

"Help me peel the lychees. ”

"Peel the lychee, okay. Lao Dai walked in: "I'll wash the handle first." ”

"The water is there. Liu Mang pointed to the sink in the back kitchen.

"Boss, are you going to cook when you buy so many lychees?" asked Lao Dai after washing his hands.

"Yes. Liu Mang nodded and put a peeled lychee into his mouth: "Master Dai, you eat." ”

"I don't eat it, I'll peel it for you. Lao Dai smiled and was a little embarrassed.

"Master Dai, you are mistaken, I only need the shell of the lychee to cook, not the flesh of the lychee. Liu Mang understood.

"Ah, as long as the lychee shell?" said Lao Dai with a surprised face.

"Yes, as long as the lychee shell, it is a waste if the pulp is not eaten. ”

"Really?" Lao Dai scratched his head, still a little unconvinced: "How can there be any dishes that eat shells." ”

"Really, Master Dai, I'm going to lie to you. ”

"It's strange, it's strange. Hearing Liu Mang say this, Lao Dai stuffed the peeled lychee in his hand into his mouth: "Boss, can I take a look at what you cook later, and see how the lychee shell is cooked." ”

"Okay!"

After peeling for about half an hour, a few catties of lychees entered Liu Mang and Lao Dai's stomachs, leaving only a pile of empty shells.

"Boss, is there anything else?" asked Lao Dai with a hiccup.

"It's over. Liu Mang stood up and smiled again: "Master Dai, haven't you eaten yet?"

"It's enjoyable, it's enjoyable, it's going to be eaten. Old Dai waved his hand again and again.

"Okay, then I'll start cooking. Liu Mang put the lychee shells into a dustpan and walked to the stove.

"Boss, so you're going to make chickens. Lao Dai followed.

"Ready to make chicken?" Liu Mang's head showed two black lines: "Well, it's about making chicken." ”

When peeling the lychee just now, the little hen that had been coated with sauce had already been marinated in place, and Liu Mang took the fresh cherries that had been cleaned in advance and stuffed them into the belly of the chicken.

"Boss, how long is this chicken going to take?" asked Old Dai.

"It's about three or four hours. ”

"It's been so long!" Lao Dai was startled: "Forget it, I'd better go." It's been a bit of a delay, and I'll have to go to the other streets to see if anyone is littering. ”

"Master Dai, you still live in the old place, you haven't moved, have you?"

Last time, Liu Mang had already asked for the address when he gave chrysanthemum tea to Lao Dai's son. He was going to wait for the dish to be ready and send a copy to Lao Dai.

"I didn't move it. Lao Dai glanced at the little hen on the table: "Boss, you still tell me what this lychee shell is for, otherwise I won't feel at ease sweeping the floor and scratch it panic!"

"That's right, this chicken, I'll put it in a vat, put it on the charcoal fire and roast it slowly, and then sprinkle the lychee shell on the charcoal fire when it's almost ripe, so that the smoke from the lychee shell will give these chickens a special aroma. ”

"I see!" Lao Dai suddenly realized: "However, is it too wasteful to smoke anything else? Do you have to waste so many lychees?"

"How can this be considered a waste? Didn't we eat all the lychees just now? Liu Mang laughed: "If you put something else, it won't taste like that." Didn't Confucius say that you don't get tired of eating, and you don't get tired of being fine. ”

"Okay, okay, then I'll go first. Lao Dai grabbed the labor protection gloves he had placed on the table and left in a hurry.

After Lao Dai left, Liu Mang stuffed all the cherries into the bellies of the five chickens, and then sewed the holes in the bellies with bamboo skewers for skewers.

"It's time to buy a smoker, so I'll replace this one today. Liu Mang took down the big bucket on the stove that usually hangs the broth.

The soup bucket is about 80 centimeters tall and about 50 centimeters in diameter, which is just enough to smoke these chickens.

Then, Liu Mang took a stainless steel basin, filled it with a pot of fruit charcoal, ignited it and put it at the bottom of the bucket.

Fruit charcoal is made from fruit trees such as pears and lychees, which also have a clear aroma.

Liu Mang used the iron hook he usually used to fry the pigeon through the neck of the chicken, hung the other end on the edge of the barrel, and finally closed the lid of the barrel.

"Well, add charcoal every hour, and it should be about the same for three hours. Liu Mang took out his mobile phone and wrote down the time.

"What should I name it?" Liu Mang took two steps in the room: "Fengzang Dan is in the twilight, the dragon goes to Baishui, this dish has fruit in the belly, it is better to call it Fengzang Dan." ”