“…… What to do? Feng Ming looked at the basket of things that Hancui brought back, with two questions.

Lin Xiang smiled and said, "Wontons." As he spoke, Feng Ming had already dragged Han Cui to the kitchen with a puzzled expression.

In short, it's been a long time since I've made wontons, and now that the materials are basically complete, let's see what it looks like.

As soon as he stepped into the kitchen with one foot, Lin Xiang felt a cold gaze cast at him. When he looked up, he saw that the cook was looking at him with slanted eyes.

In an instant, Lin Xiang felt that the other party was not good.

"Hancui, bring the things over—" After thinking about it, Lin Xiang shouted.

So, under the cold eyes of the uncle, Lin Xiang and Hancui burned the fire in the stove.

In a few moments, the pot on the stove began to smoke.

Pour in half a pot of water.

Lin Xiang processed the purchased chicken and divided the chicken into two parts.

Cut the green onion and ginger into large pieces for seasoning, and throw large pieces of chicken thighs and ingredients attached to the bones into the pot.

As the smoke rose, the rich aroma immediately wafted through the small kitchen.

Han Cui couldn't help but sniff immediately, and clicked his mouth twice.

With the lid on the pot, Lin Xiang continued to process the remaining chicken.

"Boom, boom—" Lin Xiang neatly picked up the kitchen knife and cut the pieces of meat without pause.

Han Cui's mouth opened wide in surprise.

The sound of chopping vegetables was heard in the corners of the kitchen.

At a second glance, the cook in the corner was also surprised.

Because it was the first time in a long time, Lin Xiang didn't plan to make three fresh fillings, in fact, the three fresh ones were more delicious.

At this moment, the chicken had already been cut to pieces by Lin Xiang, and when he reached out and sprinkled it, Jiang Mo was already mixed into the meat filling.

"Goo-goo-" The soup that was boiling on the pot was "clanging" under the heat at the moment.

Lin Xiang put down the stuffing stirred in his hand, stepped forward, and lifted the lid.

The strong aroma of chicken, accompanied by the aroma of the ingredients, wafted into the corners of the kitchen in an instant with the rising smoke.

"It's so fragrant—" Hancui squinted her eyes and said.

Lin Xiang scooped out the cooked chicken in the pot, and put it in the clear water on the side with the steaming steam.

Boiled chicken is cooled in cold water, which can make the skin firmer, the meat more plump and elastic, and the taste is more chewy.

Turning around and walking to the stove on the other side, Lin Xiang poured a little oil into the pot that was already hot, and then picked up the chili foam and peppercorn foam he bought in the morning and poured it in.

"Zrazla—" A bright red color spread out in the pot.

The red color of Sichuan peppers can enhance people's appetite, and their unique spicy flavor can also arouse the sensitivity of people's taste buds and increase hunger.

"Crackle, crackle." It only took a moment for the fragrance to waft out.

Swallowing her saliva, Hancui suddenly felt hungry in her stomach.

After removing the bones and slicing the chicken, Lin Xiang raised the hot pan and poured the fried red oil on the chicken.

Steaming with strands of heat, oily, red and bright, with a full and crystalline color, dotted with a few pieces of emerald green coriander, the appetizing osmanthus red oil chicken is ready.

"Bang-" With a sound, Lin Xiang had already put the plate on the side of the stove.

"Taste—"

This was addressed to the cook and Hancui.

Hancui couldn't wait, swallowed her saliva, and stepped forward with one arrow step.

Moment.

"This, this meat is so delicious!!" The corners of Hancui's mouth were shining with a layer of bright oil, and she praised it with a smack.

What kind of dish is this? She had eaten it for the first time in so long a lifetime.

Lin Xiang smiled and didn't answer, but continued to turn around and go back to the stove to make wontons.

The meat filling has been mixed, just waiting for the dough to be rolled out.

Thinking about it, Lin Xiang began to make wonton wrappers.

Hancui was still eating the appetizing osmanthus red oil chicken, smelling the tempting aroma here, but the uncle couldn't sit still.

Would you like to try it?

The mouth had already begun to pantothenic acid, and he couldn't help it, so the cook smashed it twice, hooked his head to look at Hancui, who was eating happily, and suddenly became envious.

No, it doesn't! The cook hurriedly shook his head as if he was coming back to his senses, so that he would not admit that a girl came to the kitchen to take charge!

"Lin Xiang, it's so delicious, it's hiss, it's just a little spicy-" Han Cui sighed while clicking her mouth, but the speed of sending meat to her mouth never slowed down.

"Gollum-" The cook covered his stomach for fear that others would hear it. When I raised my head and saw fewer and fewer slices of meat on the plate, I couldn't help but swallow my saliva......

"I'll taste it." In the blink of an eye, Hancui saw the cook standing beside her, holding a pair of chopsticks in his hand, his face expressionless.

Chopsticks pick up a piece of chicken with oily juice and put it in your mouth.

Instantly, the fresh, spicy, salty flavor flows in the mouth with the plump elasticity and firmness that is unique to the chicken.

The dripping juice is just right, the chili pepper is used to enhance the freshness, the tip of the tongue is already a piece of crispy and crispy, the salty taste outlines the aroma of the meat, firm and smooth, one bite at a time, people can't wait to bite off the tongue!

"Uncle, you, you leave me some!" Han Cui was anxious, after the other party took the first bite, and then quickly sent it to his mouth, and in an instant, there were only a few slices left in half a plate of meat.

The uncle turned a deaf ear, just his cheeks were agitating vigorously, and the shiny layer on his lips was "hissing" from time to time, and his mouth was full of oil.

Lin Xiang kept moving his hands, but the corners of his lips slightly hooked up a smile.

"Goo-goo-" The white chicken soup was already steaming.

Lin Xiang put the small and delicate wontons into the chicken soup, and the dumplings seemed to be thrown into-

"Okay, okay—" Feng Ming had already smelled the fragrance outside, and walked in a little impatiently, but he saw two people with mouths full of oil and "hissing" in front of him

His face changed, and he quickly walked up to the two of them and looked down.

The oily, red soup was shining with a sparkling color, and only a few pieces of emerald green coriander were left floating alone on the soup.

"You guys, you two!!" Snorting, Feng Ming understood the situation, and suddenly his eyes widened, looking a little angry.

He likes to drink and eat food on weekdays, and spicy dishes are even more essential!

The mouths of the two people were covered with a thin layer of oil, and when they heard this, they suddenly became a little nervous, thinking that Feng Ming was going to teach them a lesson, so they hung their heads honestly.

"You ...... Why don't you leave me a little ......" in a very depressed tone.

"Poof." Lin Xiang almost laughed when she heard this, hooking her lips, she shook her head, and reached out to lift the cauldron.

"Boom--" A wave of unsettled waves rose again and again.

Unlike the spicy chicken, at this moment, the rich and mellow broth, accompanied by the heat, has drifted to the corners of the kitchen.

"Smack!" With a bang, Lin Xiang put a bowl of steaming things in front of several people.

"It's done, ravioli."