While he was talking, a fat man squeezed in the crowd, the fat man was covered with sweat stains, and he had a faint smell of green onions, and he didn't need to open his mouth to know that he was a chef. As soon as the fat man squeezed to the little beggar's side, he grabbed him, I thought he was here to find fault and fight, and was about to step forward to relieve the siege when I heard the fat man's earnest pleading: "Little brother, you must hand over this unique skill to me!" ”

I wondered, who is this?

The little beggar turned to look at me, "He's the chef of this restaurant!" ”

I was immediately relieved, daring to love that this is a fan who was impressed by the little beggar's good trick called Hua Ji!

The little beggar looked at the fat man in front of him in embarrassment, scratched his head and said, "This is just a chicken called a flower chicken!" ”

"Called Flower Chicken?" The fat man looked up at the little beggar, and his eyes showed a bit of a desire to study, and everyone could see that he was pious.

"Not bad!" The little beggar nodded.

"What about that?" The fat man couldn't help but ask.

"A boy chicken, plus a lotus leaf!"

"It's as simple as that?"

"Hmm!" The little beggar nodded.

The fat man didn't give up, grabbed the little beggar and pulled it to the back kitchen, and kept saying: "Yours follow me to the back kitchen, teach me hand in hand!" ”

The little beggar had the heart to break free from the fat man, but he was weak and weak, so he let the fat man pull him towards the back kitchen, and turned his head to look at me as if he was asking for help.

The fat man just wanted to learn this fragrant and tempting flower chicken, and he never meant to hurt the little beggar, so I just smiled at the little beggar and didn't step forward to help.

As soon as the two of them left, I don't know who started, you tear a piece and he tears a piece, and in an instant he tears off the chicken in the plate, and then disperses, leaving only a chicken skeleton on the table.

I looked at the empty plate in front of me helplessly, stood up and walked towards the back kitchen, in fact, I was also quite curious, how did this little beggar bake such a delicious chicken called Huaji?!

The back kitchen of this restaurant is not large, but it is full of all kinds of ingredients, and before you even reach the door, you can smell the strong aroma of vegetables. In the back kitchen, it was hotter than outside, and the slightly thin little beggar was pointing at the fat man by the stove, saying a few words from time to time, but the fat man was not disgusted, and wiped the fine sweat on his forehead from time to time.

"No, no, this boy chicken should be smeared with a layer of fine salt, and the salt grains should not be too coarse, otherwise it will not be able to taste!" The little beggar said, pointing to a chicken in front of him.

The fat man didn't say a word, and reached out and grabbed a handful of fine salt in the salt shaker, and smeared it evenly on the boy's chicken.

"And this sesame oil, it must be evenly coated from the inside to the outside, not too much, otherwise the taste of this chicken will not be good!" The little beggar raised his hand and pointed to the dissected boy chicken and said loudly.

The fat man was patient, and did not refute the little beggar's shouting at all, but grabbed the small wooden spoon beside him, scooped out a spoonful of oil from the oil can, and smeared it on the chicken.

I crept closer to the two of them and watched them move.

To be honest, I have seen this method of flower chicken on the street before, and the master of the roast chicken is always very skillful in cutting the raw chicken, and then smearing it with condiments and stuffing it into the oven, but this is not the era of electrification, there is no oven, everything is purely handmade!

When the little beggar heard my footsteps, he turned his head and saw me, and then a smile appeared on his face: "Brother Bi, why are you here too?" ”

I shrugged my shoulders, "Your chicken called flower is not enough to eat, I only ate one bite and it is gone!" ”

"Hey, hey, it's delicious!" The little beggar looked at me with a smile and asked.

"It tastes really good!" I praised.

As soon as the little beggar heard my words, a smug look appeared on his face.

The fat man on the side was not distracted by my arrival at all, but became more and more serious, reached out and grabbed a lotus leaf that was obviously just picked and still had a little dew, and put it on the board casually!

"No, I've told you a few times, the water droplets on the lotus leaf can't be washed off, otherwise there will be no lotus leaf smell!" When the little beggar saw this, he hurriedly said.

"Hmm!" The fat man didn't refute, and took a lotus leaf again.

The little beggar ignored me anymore, and watched the fat man put the raw chicken coated with condiments in his hand in the lotus leaf, then folded the lotus leaf, took a straw rope and tied it up.

There was no pot on the stove on the side, but it was covered with an iron plate, on which was placed a layer of charcoal fire that had been nearly extinguished, and the fat man put the raw chicken wrapped in his hand on the charcoal fire, and then turned his head to look at the little beggar, and asked loudly, "What now?" ”

The little beggar ignored him, turned around and walked out of the back kitchen to the backyard, and after a while, he walked in with a handful of yellow mud in his hand, and then put the yellow mud on the board, "Paint this on it!" ”

"Huh?" The fat man looked at the pile of yellow mud and whispered in surprise.

"Apply it to the lotus leaf, hurry up!" The little beggar didn't explain, but shouted hurriedly.

The fat man glanced at the little beggar hesitantly, raised his hand and grabbed a handful of yellow clay and applied it to the raw chicken that had been wrapped in lotus leaves.

I looked at the two men in front of me with interest and didn't say a word.

After a while, the fat man smeared the yellow mud all over the raw chicken, and the thick yellow mud responded to the charcoal fire with a slight white gas, and the fat man raised his head to look at the little beggar and asked, "What now?" ”

"Cover the charcoal fire in the stove and cover it evenly!"

The fat man didn't say anything this time, but took out a reddish charcoal fire from the stove and covered it with a layer of yellow mud on the raw chicken, and then spread it evenly.

The little beggar looked at the fat man's movements, nodded with satisfaction, and then turned his eyes to look at me, "Let's go, Brother Bi, let's go have tea first!" With that, he pulled me towards the lobby.

"...... this chicken?" When the fat man saw that we were leaving, he hurriedly shouted at the little beggar.

The little beggar stopped and turned to look at him, "You are here to watch this charcoal fire, don't let it go out, as long as it is not red, cover it with a layer, and I will come back later!" After saying that, he ignored the fat man, turned around and pulled me into the lobby.

The candlelight was already flickering in the lobby, and the little beggar pulled me to sit at the wooden table, grabbed the teapot and poured me a cup.

I watched him fill the teacup in front of me, "Little brother, who taught you this called Flower Chicken?" ”

"My master!" The little beggar raised his glass and drank.

"Your master?" I'm curious.

"That's right!" The little beggar put the teacup in his hand on the wooden table, and immediately his eyebrows danced, "Brother Bi, you don't believe it, when I was very young, I had a dream again at night, and I was very hungry in the dream and looked around for food, and met an old man on the road who said that he wanted to teach me how to make roast chicken, I agreed without saying a word, and followed the old man to find a boy chicken and lotus leaves, and then taught me to make a roast chicken, I looked at the roast chicken and smelled the aroma and screamed, and then I and the old man shared the chicken after the roast was finished, I asked the old man what the name of this chicken was, the old man looked at the clothes on my body, and casually said that it was called Hua Ji, I was happy when I heard it, and I heard this name for us to eat, and then I woke up, but when I licked my lips, I could still taste the fragrance of the flower chicken, you said strange is not strange! After saying that, he laughed to himself.

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