Wen Yiming and the drunken man are old and young, one is disrespectful to the old, and the other is disrespectful; Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the blink of an eye, both the grilled fish and the roast chicken in the charcoal are full of aroma, and the fresh mushroom soup next to it is also fragrant.

The second girl sniffed the fragrance from afar, and with an unnatural expression, she returned to the edge of the bluestone from not far away, and sat down against the tree.

Tong Qiang picked up five charcoal-roasted chickens in a row according to Wen Yiming's instructions, and served them with big bluestones, followed by several grilled fish with golden color, and wild mountain mushroom soup mixed with minced chicken and fish.

By the time Tong Qiang and Wen Yiming sat down, the drunken man had already grabbed a roast chicken in his hand. A handful of tore open the large charred leaves wrapped on the outside, only to find that the inside was a layer of burnt yellow mud.

The drunken man has never eaten the called chicken, especially the one that has been improved by Wen Yiming, this foodie has no idea what is going on, but he knows very well that some delicacies are exquisite to eat, and there are steps.

So he hurriedly put down a large lump of yellow mud balls in his hand, and asked anxiously, "Hey, boy, what is this thing?

Seeing that the others were also looking at him with curious eyes, Wen Yiming smiled and said, "This kind of roast chicken is called called Hua Chicken!"

In his previous life in the army, Wen Yiming often used the method of calling chickens to concoct other game when fighting in the field, but he had a deep experience and made some unique improvements to it.

The method of making the chicken is similar to that of the "Eight Treasures" of the Zhou Dynasty, the "Cannon Dolphin", which is a dish made by wrapping the suckling pig in clay, grilling it, and then further processing it.

There is also a legend about the origin of the chicken. Legend has it that at the end of the Ming Dynasty and the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, there was a name for Huazi at the foot of Yu Mountain in Changshu, one day even got a chicken, but there was no cooking utensils and seasoning, in desperation, the chicken was slaughtered to remove the internal organs, the hair was coated with mud, the dead branches and leaves were piled up into a fire, the chicken was put into the fire to simmer and roast, until the mud was dry and mature, knock off the mud shell, the chicken feathers fell off with the shell, the aroma was overflowing, the Huazi was overjoyed, and then the chicken was swallowed up.

Qian Muzhai, a bachelor who lives in seclusion in Yushan, passed by, smelled the fragrance and tasted it, felt that the taste was unique, and went home and ordered his family to season it a little like this, and the taste was even more delicious.

Later, this cooking method spread among the people, and everyone called this kind of cooked chicken "called Hua Chicken".

Later, this practice was learned by the people in the restaurant, and the preparation method was also refined, and a variety of seasoning accessories were added, so it won the appreciation of many diners, and the reputation was far and wide, and the admirers tasted it all year round.

While tasting the tender and delicious, fragrant wild mountain mushroom soup, and listening to Wen Yiming's allusion to the chicken, they all felt strange.

Of course, in the process of telling, Wen Yiming cleverly made part of it the 'history' of the Heaven-Sent Continent!

If it weren't for Wen Yiming saying that he needed to drink soup before enjoying it, the drunkard would have given the so-called chicken to the law on the spot.

At this time, the drunken man smashed his mouth and said impatiently: "Boy, don't hang your appetite, the old man who listens to it is itching!

"Don't worry, drink the soup first!" Wen Yiming looked very unbeaten, and continued: "Now the temperature here is extremely high, if you remove the yellow mud in a hurry, the essence of many medicinal foods in it will disappear with the fragrance, and the grade will be reduced by more than one layer!"

"Oh, then wait, don't worry! The old man is not in a hurry! The drunken man grunted and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Several people looked curiously at the so-called chicken in front of them, and they were also looking forward to it.

Mu Jing involuntarily even changed her title, and asked, "Brother Wen, tell me how to make this called a chicken, I really want to learn!"

Wen Yiming smiled slightly, and secretly said that you will almost make the green onion cry when you cut a green onion segment, so it is better to practice your leg technique steadily.

"It's actually very simple, first of all, you need to use 36 special techniques to knead the chicken as a whole more than nine times, so that the condiments and other ingredients can completely penetrate in. The surface of the chicken must also be brushed with a layer of grease before baking. ”

"On the inside, I used two layers of lotus leaves sandwiched with mint, perilla and other herbs to wrap them on the outside, so that the cool breath can penetrate in, so that people don't smell greasy and rich, and the chicken's body is filled with several kinds of medicinal food, which can not only increase its fragrance, but also make the bones soft and better absorb fire, so that even the bones are crispy and delicious. ”

Then use the prepared yellow mud one by one on the outside of the lotus leaf, which can not only prevent the high temperature from directly baking and causing burning, but also prevent the internal fragrance and essence from dissipating; Finally, wrap several layers of leaves on the outside of the yellow mud to prevent the yellow mud from cracking directly, affecting the baking effect. ”

Wen Yiming slowly said the practice of turning chickens, and everyone was eager to try it.

The drunken man kept rubbing his hands, looking at the screaming chicken in front of him, his eyes glowing with a little green light. It's like looking at your first love!

After Wen Yiming finished speaking, he drank his soup in one gulp and said, "Let's go!"

The demeanor of the drunken master is vividly exerted, the shot is like electricity, and the ten fingers are flying!

In an instant, the original form of the chicken was beaten out of the yellow mud.

The action of this foodie directly shocked the others one by one, and he looked at the drunken man without an image in front of him in a daze, squinting his eyes with a fascination and smelling the unique fragrance wafting out.

As soon as the fragrance came out, everyone came to their senses, and hurriedly removed their 'clothes' from their chickens!

Looking at Shu Yilan, who was in a hurry and a little restrained, Wen Yiming shook his head secretly with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, handed over the chicken he had peeled off, and said with a smile: "Senior sister, give me your one." ”

Shu Yilanqiao's face flushed, and she secretly hated herself for being so stupid, she couldn't do it if she couldn't call it a chicken, she couldn't even eat it, she was really embarrassed to throw it at her grandmother's house. Although he thought so in his heart, he still accepted Wen Yiming's carefulness with a red face, and handed Wen Yiming's abusive chicken to Wen Yiming.

Everyone smelled the aroma of the chicken, and all of them moved their index fingers.

Except for the drunken man, everyone ate surprisingly slowly, savoring this delicious taste that had never been tasted before.

The outer layer of the chicken is crisp yellow and strong, but the meat inside is fresh and soft; the aroma is scattered when you bite it, the meat melts in the mouth, but the skin layer is soft and rigid; a medicinal fragrance that soaks the heart and spleen penetrates the heart and spleen, which makes people feel refreshed.

"Cool!"

If no one is next to the drunken man, he calls for chicken, eats a mouthful of old wine, and sometimes shouts and drinks!

Wen Yiming looked at it, and a thousand black lines were hanging on the door of his head.

Pay attention, the old guy has already started to eat the fourth. Turning his head to look at the fire pit again, there was still the shadow of half a chicken in it.

Wen Yiming bit the last bone of the chicken called Huazi fiercely, and looked at the drunken man in front of him empty-handed, and he couldn't wait to beat it into a flower!

In desperation, Wen Yiming had no choice but to pick up a grilled fish and look at both sides aggrievedly, seeing that Tong Qiang was the same as himself, holding the only chicken foot in anger and not daring to speak, like a deep resentful woman.

Only Mu Jing and Shu Yilan are still tasting carefully, and they haven't eaten a third of the whole chicken, but their eating appearance does make Wen Yiming admire, every time he tears off a piece of chicken with his orchid finger and sends it into the cherry mouth, he always gently closes his eyes and enjoys it.

I'm going to ---! Wen Yiming and secretly slander himself, is it so delicious? If this is in the famine era, these two girls will probably be the first to starve to death.

Before Wen Yiming finished eating a grilled fish, he heard a drunken man roar!

"Hey, what's my chicken? Why did the old man eat four of them and then they were gone?"

“......”

Tong Qiang and Wen Yiming had grilled fish in their mouths, and kept this action stunned and looked at the shameless foodie in front of them.

Wen Yiming bit off the head of the fish, and said to Tong Qiang indistinctly: "I really want to smash him to death with this fish head!"

Tong Qiang, who was guided by Wen Yiming, nodded subconsciously and continued: "I prefer to stab him to death with a fish thorn!"

As soon as the sad Tong Qiang's voice fell, the gourd falling from the sky on his head smashed it to the ground with a 'bang', and the poor hand still grabbed the grilled fish that had only been bitten twice.

Wen Yiming hurriedly turned his head and pretended not to see it, he kind of understood, this old man can do anything to eat, he is too protective of it!

I can't afford to provoke it, can't I hide it? Brother, I'm sorry.

Dead friends can't die poor!

The second daughter saw Tong Qiang suddenly fall to the ground, and was stunned for a moment, not knowing what happened. When they turned around and saw Wen Yiming's casual big dry grilled fish, the two of them also gave up calling the chicken, and each took a smaller grilled fish and tasted it slowly.

Girls generally don't eat much, they just love to eat. And they had dinner, and they weren't as hungry as Wen Yiming.

In fact, elegant girls like them like Wen Yiming like the wild mountain mushroom soup even more, and the fragrant taste is very evocative.

This time, Wen Yiming's speed was fast enough, but when he was about to reach out for the grilled fish again, the plate was already empty, but there were still a dozen green onions lying thinly.

looked up at the drunken man with grief and indignation, and saw that the culprit had a grilled fish in one hand, opening the bow left and right, and there was not even a fish bone left in front of him.

Oh my God, I was wrong, which fairy sister should take him away!

Wen Yiming scooped a bowl of wild mountain mushroom soup with great sadness, and the poor and Shu Yilan were divided into a light-eating faction.

What Wen Yiming didn't expect was that he hadn't finished his bowl of soup yet, and he heard the foodie's complaint again.

"Alas, there are so many people, it's not cool!"

"Poof---!

Wen Yiming squirted!

When the drunken man shook his head, he saw most of the chickens in front of Shu Yilan and Mu Jing who were not moving, and his old eyes lit up in a flash.

The speed between the probes is like the wind, and the time when they close is as fast as electricity. He had already taken the two half of the chickens, ignoring the frightened eyes of the two women and a man opposite, and had already eaten them with confidence.

"The old man is most tired of wasting! Do you know, two little girls? Diligence and thrift are the traditional virtues of the heaven-sent continent, and it is shameful to waste!"

"Poof---!

Wen Yiming sprayed again! I've seen shameless, but I've never seen such shameless.

And Shu Yilan also realized at this moment that she must have remembered it wrong, I definitely don't know this old man!

"Alas, fortunately, the old man is not taboo, otherwise it would be a pity to waste it. Although this is not very good, it will be eaten!"

"Poof---!

Wen Yiming sprayed the whole bowl of soup.

This foodie is crossing the river and demolishing the bridge, seeing that the sentence is not good after eating, will he still eat?

"Forget it, don't talk about it! This pot of soup the old man reluctantly cleaned it up, saying that it can't be wasted, the old man is in charge of the twin cities and never breaks his word, and he has to have a beginning and an end! What are a few little guys doing looking at the old man? Learn something!"

"Poof---!

Mu Jing squirted for the first time...

Shu Yilan can't help but spray...

Wen Yiming is unmistakable...

--- vomited blood three liters!