41. Chapter 41

At this time, it was almost time for the pork belly with ears to come out, and Lan Fei'er used an iron clamp to get the pork belly out of the tiger stove and put the meat back on the plate. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info wash the tiger stove and boil the original juice from the plum cabbage, and humidify the starch to thin it. Only then do you put it in a small bowl and pour it on top of the pork belly.

This time, after Lan Fei'er cleaned the tiger stove, she put oil in the pot to boil to a certain extent, she put some minced garlic into the pot, and after burning the fragrance of garlic, she took the cut rattan vegetables into the pot with a thick fragrance with her fat hands, and quickly stir-fried a few times in the raging fire, until the vegetable leaves wilted. She added the right amount of salt to it and threw the rest of the minced garlic into it. Then the rattan vegetables in the pot with a complete appearance and fragrance are directly cooked.

Lan Fei'er looked at the three meat and two vegetables made on the tiger stove, patted her fat little hand with satisfaction, and said with a happy smile: "It's done." ”

Leng Ruthless also completed the three meat and two vegetables in his hand at about the same time, and his face was fixed on Lan Xiting's cuisine with a deep curiosity: "Why do you cook so many dishes that I haven't seen before?"

"Really?" Lan Fei'er replied knowingly, and directly twisted her tongue: "It's not too early, hurry up and try it!"

"Good. Leng ruthlessly giggled, then picked up and handed a pair of wooden chopsticks to Lan Xiting, and a pair of his own hands approached Lan Xiting's strange dish: "This, what's it called?"

Seeing that Leng Ruthless was the first to clamp chicken, Lan Xiting was also surprised, she thought that the first thing he sandwiched should be plum cabbage button meat instead of white-cut chicken, after all, plum cabbage button meat was called a rare dish in ancient times: "Do you like chicken? So try it at first sight?"

"Yes!" Leng Ruthless admitted directly.

"Wait!" Just as Leng Ruthless was about to import the smooth chicken, Lan Xiting suddenly stopped Leng Ruthless's move: "This is called white-cut chicken, and the taste will be very light if you eat the chicken without sticking to the sauce." ”

Leng Wuru actually saw the sauce next to the white-cut chicken, but he didn't ask or touch: "It's okay, I like to eat lightly flavored chicken." ”

Lan Fei'er didn't think so: "No, you can't try the true taste of the dish if you eat meat alone." After the words fell, Lan Fei'er quickly moved her chopsticks to re-clip a piece of chicken for Leng Ruthless, and by the way, after the chicken was covered with sauce, she put one hand to Leng Ruthless's mouth, and then the sauce fell out under the chicken with the other hand: "Taste this piece!"

"Don't ...... Don't. "Cold and ruthless, the color is pale under this. As if at a loss, he stepped back a little.

"Open your mouth!" Lan Fei'er saw the ruthless appearance, guessing that he had all kinds of exclusions from the sauce.

"Good...... Okay!" Coldly stared at Lan Fei'er's face full of anticipation, and didn't know how to refuse, after all, this was the agreed challenge. So he took a deep breath and opened his mouth to take the chicken handed by Lan Fei'er into his mouth, he thought that he might spit out the chicken on the spot, he thought that the sauce would only make him less craving to eat, but these were just him, thought.

The chicken that goes into his mouth is smoother to the mouth because of the sauce, and the chewiness is just right. Crisp and tough, the flavor is just right. He ate a second piece and put it in his mouth, completely forgetting that he couldn't eat the sauce.