Dry the cleaned bamboo rats, put them in the oven and turn on the circulating air to roast for a while, when the skin of the bamboo rats begins to turn slightly yellow, and there are signs of oil leakage, immediately turn off the heat and stop baking.

The giant bee honey, a specialty of the text forest, was evenly coated on the skin of the bamboo rat, and a layer of blue mineral sea salt was gently smeared on the belly of the bamboo rat, and he relied on this only seasoning to bake out the bamboo rat that conquered the entire film crew on Sanshan Island, and today, in addition to the blue mine sea salt, he also put green onions and garlic slices into the belly of the bamboo rat, and carefully connected the broken belly of the bamboo rat with a toothpick.

The next thing needs to be left to time, and it needs to be marinated for a while, which is also the key part of making this bamboo rat flavorful.

While waiting for the pickling, Chang Zhaowen was not idle, he instructed He Chong to finish a few more braised stinky mandarin fish, and most of the guests outside were still waiting for this dish.

He Chong is just an ordinary person, he doesn't have Chang Zhaowen's keen and abnormal five senses and talents, and he is still slightly lacking in the control of details, but it can be seen that this kid is very serious, and he has done his best at all. Then there is no need to hit people again.

"Very good, just like this, do more, practice more, and there should be improvement. "He Chong is also the first apprentice he has received, and he still has to encourage others.

Although he also knew that with He Chong's talent, it was unlikely that he would exert any ability to defy the sky, but stability was also a kind of strength. If he can continue to make steady progress, with special ingredients, he can also maintain the operation of the text restaurant in his absence.

Just like the braised stinky mandarin fish that He Chong is making now, serving it to the guests, although everyone knows that this is not as good as Chang Zhaowen, but it does not prevent them from eating with relish.

If a dish can be fully scored, but the dish can only be eaten occasionally, and the amount may be small. But the other dish, although it does not have a perfect score of 60 points, is definitely more delicious than other dishes on the market, and, more importantly, this dish can be provided steadily, and it is much better for guests to have one more choice than no choice.

Now that the bamboo rat is almost pickled, Chang Zhaowen found a large iron pot, and slowly poured golden walnut oil into the hot pot. Natural pecan oil and bamboo rats, which come from the depths of the mountains and only eat bamboo, go well together.

When the walnut oil is heated and begins to bubble slightly, put the pickled bamboo rats into the oil pot one by one. As soon as the hot oil comes into contact with the bamboo rat, it bursts into an unprecedented fragrance, which is the delicious energy from the mountains!

"Hmm, it smells so good!"

He Chong's heart was agitated at this moment, his body was numb, he couldn't even hold the spatula in his hand, he forgot that he was still cooking, tilted his head and looked at the golden "bamboo mink" in Chang Zhaowen's pot with fried skin, such a wild and tense fragrance he smelled for the first time!

"Eh, be careful, turn off the fire!" Chang Zhaowen called a few times, but he couldn't wake up He Chong, who had fallen into a petrified state, so he had to step forward and help He Chong turn off the fire under his stove. But it was still late, and the stinky mandarin fish He Chong was frying was still burnt.

Forget it, if he wants to see it, let him watch it.

Chang Zhaowen sighed, continued to take care of himself, carefully turned over the bamboo rat in the pot, and made sure that every inch of skin on its body was fried into a charming golden brown with walnut oil, and so on, and fried the 4 bamboo rats one by one.

When the surface of the fried rat is less hot, remove the toothpicks from the rat's belly and place them on a clean cutting board for cooked food.

He Chong, who was on the side of the "forehead ......", couldn't stand the torment of the aroma anymore, his mouth opened slightly, and the transparent saliva was dripping down the corners of his mouth, and he unconsciously took a step forward and reached for his hand to the board.

"Smack!" Chang Zhaowen slapped He Chong's hand away, "It's not done yet, go aside!"

"Oh. He Chong muttered in response, his throat moved, and he had to swallow the saliva in his mouth like a flood of tide into his throat, he restrained his mind for a moment, and straightened his back - as a dignified chef, how could he have the evil idea of stealing from guests!

At this moment, the kitchen knife in Chang Zhaowen's hand waved again, cutting the last large piece of fried bamboo rat into small pieces, and when the blade touched the crispy bamboo rat, there was a slight breaking sound, and a small piece of crispy golden skin broke under the action of external force and splashed into the air.

said that it was too late, He Chong flew in with a "whoop", opened his mouth and caught the small piece of crispy crust in the air.

Yes!

He Chong's face spasmed, and the piece of bamboo rat crispy skin, which was less than the size of a little fingernail, exploded in his mouth, like a rapidly falling comet smashed into a calm lake, domineering and setting off a wave of huge waves.

Click, click......

He Chong chewed carefully, just a little, he was afraid that he would accidentally swallow the delicious food in his mouth.

Although it is fried, but it tastes not a little greasy, only the attractive fragrance, the first gushing out is the rich meat aroma, He Chong feels that a green continuous bamboo sea seems to emerge in front of him, the mountain breeze blows, and the fresh bamboo fragrance blows in his face!

The great writer Su Shi once wrote the poem "I would rather eat no meat than live without bamboo", He Chong thought that he must not have eaten this bamboo mink, because as long as he tasted a little bit of bamboo mink, he knew the feeling of having both meat and bamboo, who said that there must be a trade-off in life? There is obviously a better choice for the best of both worlds!

In a trance, the little puff pastry in his mouth had already turned into fragrant crumbs, which were swept by his surging saliva and slid into his esophagus.

I really want to eat a little more!

He Chong looked at the pot of sliced fried bamboo rat pieces with a shy face, and unexpectedly gained a huge white eye from Chang Zhaowen.

He Chong shrunk his neck and lowered his head, not daring to think about anything wrong, in case he angered the master and was kicked out of the kitchen, it would be a big loss. He could only savor the faint aftertaste in his mouth, hum, it's decided! I won't brush my teeth for the past three days! In this way, I can have a good aftertaste of the bamboo rat.

Chang Zhaowen didn't know the small abacus in He Chong's heart, he found a large casserole, the casserole has uniform heat transfer and slow heat dissipation, which is most suitable for slow cooking.

He poured all the bamboo rats cut into small pieces, with golden and crispy skin, into the casserole, and opened a large bottle of his own mead, the golden liquid submerged the bamboo rats, and a tempting golden light appeared in the casserole, which made people feel a little trance, as if they had accidentally found a golden treasure.