Yin Xin walked back to the back kitchen with the chicken, and took out his mobile phone to make a call to Xuewei:

"Hey, the smell of snow? It's me, Yin Xin. I'm in the Kyushu Guild Hall, and now I've met a difficult diner, and the 'Sun and Moon Yixin' you taught me can't scare him, and besides, he also took out an old Yanjing oil chicken for me to process, do you have any means to press the bottom of the box? ”

"Meow." The kitten meowed emotionlessly.

"I'm not kidding, I'm afraid the Kyushu Guild Hall is really in trouble today, if you can't get this old man, the popularity accumulated by the 'sun and moon new' in the past few days will be wasted......," Yin Xin said in a deep voice.

"Meow." The kitten's meow was still emotionless.

"Do me a favor, I'll buy you forty skewers of grilled fish when I go back, the freshest, the most high-quality, the grilled fish made by the chef of the No. 1 food stall in Tianhai City!" Yin Xin finally couldn't hold his breath anymore and used his final trick.

"Meow!"

As soon as Xuewei on the other end of the phone heard this sentence, the phone was hung up. Ten minutes later, a large section of the recipe was sent to Yin Xin's mobile phone in the form of a text message:

"Yanjing fruit wood roast chicken, slaughtered on the same day, after hairing and bloodletting, disemboweling and internal organs, chopping off the head and tail, chicken legs folded into the cavity, hawthorn, grass fruit, bay leaves, cloves, orange peel, nutmeg, tangerine peel, star anise, Xinyi, cumin, angelica, pepper, ginger, codonopsis, cinnamon...... A total of 27 kinds of spices are mashed to make a spicy sauce, smeared in three layers on the inner cavity and outside of the chicken, and then the winter bamboo shoots, shiitake mushrooms, and matsutake mushrooms are evenly chopped, and then filled into the bore as filling, seal the chicken bore with a toothpick, insert an iron chisel into the furnace, use apple wood as fuel, and bake for an hour and a half! "The latest chapter of нéi Уāп Gê has been updated

If ordinary people see this vast spice list, eighty percent of them will faint directly. But Yin Xin is worthy of being a young chef who has faced all kinds of spices and ingredients since he was a child, and he just sorted out his head a little at the moment, and began to assign tasks, handing over the live chicken to the helper in the back kitchen to slaughter, mixing spices and sauces by himself, and arranging for Lu Xiaoya to chop the filling. Because Yin Xin is very popular in the back kitchen, and he has repeatedly worked against the chef for everyone, everyone is happy to work for Yin Xin, only the two chefs are still holding their cups and sneering:

"Hehe, this stupid boy, you dare to do things that are not on the menu, we are a guild hall, and we are not a home-cooked restaurant, if you mess up and are passed out, I see how you will ...... in Tianhai in the future"

Although Yin Xin heard the sarcasm of the two chefs who had been idle and panicked all day long, he only smiled slightly and immediately began to prepare. Twenty minutes later, a qiē is ready, the sauce is brushed evenly, the filling is filled, and after the chicken bore is sealed, Yin Xin quickly puts the chicken on the brazing and then puts it in the oven. Fortunately, the barbecue room in the kitchen has always prepared good applewood, so Yin Xin effortlessly gathered all the necessities and started to light the fire.

Yin Xin filled the hearth with apple wood, and after a while, he turned the roast chicken to heat it evenly. Applewood has a nice aroma when burned, and using it for barbecue will have a special taste. Looking at Yin Xin, who was clumsy flipping the roast chicken, Lu Xiaoya smiled:

"Sous Chef Yin, I'll be in charge of the grilling, I'm from the northern mountains, this kind of thing was often done when I was a child, you just need to control the fire."

"Can you do it if you don't do your own thing? Don't blame you, two chefs. Yin Xin said while throwing apples into the stove.

"It's okay, I'm resting right now. Besides, if I help Brother Sun, I will be satisfied. Lu Xiaoya said with a red face.

Yin Xin smiled, I really didn't see it before, it turned out that Lu Xiaoya really had a good impression of Sun Zhuo. If you match it one day, it may also be a good pair of mandarin ducks.

"Okay, it's out!"

An hour and a half later, the steaming roast chicken was finally baked. Sniffing the aroma of roast chicken, and cutting a small piece from under the root of the chicken wings and putting it in his mouth to taste the taste, Yin Xin couldn't help but slap the table angrily and said:

"It's delicious!!

Hearing this, all the people in the kitchen cast a disdainful glance at Yin Xin. Do you have something you can boast about how delicious you make? Sure enough, this person is brazen enough......

"Serving!"

Yin Xin served this roast chicken on a silver plate and personally brought it to the front hall. Along the way, the diners in the front hall smelled this rich aroma and exclaimed:

"Good, good!"

"It smells so good! What is this dish and is it on the menu? ”

"Waiter, I want to eat that chicken too!"

Walking through the drooling diners one by one, Yin Xin put the silver plate on the table in front of the old man:

"Uncle, fruit wood roast chicken, please use it slowly!"

"Fruit wood roast chicken? Really...... Yanjing Guomu Roast Chicken? ”

Sitting at the table, looking at the roasted roast chicken, the old man stayed where he was, and only after a while did he grab a silver knife on the plate and slowly cut the chicken. The sharp blade easily cuts through the crispy skin and flesh that has been roasted. Picking up a fork and putting the chicken in his mouth, the old man's eyes suddenly widened:

"It's ...... It's exactly the same as the taste of the year! ”

"Back then?" Yin Xin blinked.

"That's right...... That was when I was a teenager...... In Yanjing City, I have eaten the dishes made by the famous chef of Beijing once, and this taste is ...... Same! Boy, he's your master? The old man grabbed Yin Xin's hand and asked excitedly.

"Master? Old, old man, you are mistaken, I don't have a master. The recipe for this dish is something I memorized by inadvertently looking through an old recipe......" His heart sank slightly, and Yin Xin casually perfunctory.

"That's ......"

The old man let go of his hand with some disappointment and shook his head:

"Indeed, that celebrity chef, who is said to have never accepted an apprentice, suddenly disappeared from the capital decades ago, but it's a pity, it's a pity......"

Yin Xin's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked:

"Old man, what is the name of that famous chef in the capital?"

"Why are you so curious, I haven't seen his true face, I don't even know if he's a man or a woman, I've just heard of his fame, it seems that he is still a master of the 'Thirteen'......" The old man thought bitterly.

"Thirteen?"

Yin Xin was instantly stunned in place. The so-called Thirteen is an organization known to every chef today, and it is rumored that only thirteen of the most skilled chefs in the world are eligible to be selected for a table among the thirteen, which first appeared sixty years ago. Sixty years have passed, and some of the thirteen have died, and new cooks have replaced them......

It is a shame to say that in the past 60 years, in China, which is known as a big country of food, only one old man called "Dazu" has been ranked thirteenth, ranking thirteenth. It's a pity that this person is not strictly speaking a Chinese, but a dog traitor, seventy years ago, Dazu sold himself to the Japanese, and then Japan was completely defeated in World War II, Dazu was afraid of being sanctioned by the government, and fled to Japan with the defeated army, and later made a lifetime of cooking in Japan, famous in the archipelago, countless high-ranking disciples, and ran a number of Michelin-starred world-class hotels under his hands, and now, still alive in the world......

"Hey, young man, can you let go of your hand, don't keep dragging this plate, you still won't let me eat it?" The old man said dissatisfiedly. Yin Xin realized that he unconsciously put his hand on the edge of the plate in his entanglement, and the old man couldn't speak.

"Oh, I'm sorry, please slow down!"

Yin Xin hurriedly retracted his hand. The old man's words suddenly made Yin Xin think a lot, yes, he has always believed in the snow flavor unconditionally, but he has never considered it, what is the origin of the snow flavor? Maybe Xuewei was the famous chef in the old man's mouth before his death? Or, is the famous chef in Beijing Xuewei's apprentice or family member? In short, Xue Wei must be very clear about these thirteen people. One day, I must find out what kind of connection there is between Xue Wei and the mysterious thirteen people......

(The third update will be delivered as promised.) ）