When Li Er and a group of henchmen in the Qin Palace's mansion were discussing how to deal with the prince's mansion, Fu Zhi breathed his little hand while anxiously looking at the burning fire, his frozen red nose moved, and then asked with some hesitation: "Childe, burn like this... Will you burn all the chickens? ”

Lu Ting personally cooked, Fu Zhi blamed himself a little, and asked Gongzi to make food, he was too derelict as a subordinate, but deep down he was looking forward to it, knowing that every time Gongzi made a move, the things he made were delicious.

Fuzhi wanted to make chicken soup from two fat chickens, or one to boil soup and one to make roast chicken, but Gongzi disagreed, saying that he wanted to make some rich chicken, and he didn't know what Gongzi thought, after making the fire, he said that the chicken was a little hard, and first massaged the chicken for about two quarters of an hour, and also used a needle to needle hundreds of times around the chicken, saying that this would make the chicken more flavorful, and then marinated with salt and spices, not only marinated on the outside, but also filled the condiments in the chicken's belly.

After tossing for so long, I thought I could roast it on the fire, but I didn't expect Lu Ting to get a few banana leaves from a banana tree on the side of the road in the dark, wrap the pickled chicken, wrap it in two layers and tie it with a rope, and then use water and mud to make the chicken wrapped in banana leaves into two round mud balls, and throw them directly into the fire to burn.

It's been so long, I haven't smelled any chickens, and I haven't smelled the smell of burnt meat, Fuzhi is a little dumbfounded, those two chickens won't burn out.

"No hurry, just a little later, come, have a glass of wine." Lu Ting said calmly.

Datang's wine is very ordinary, there is no distillation technology, the degree is not high, the taste is average, many wines are not filtered well, and the taste is very poor, but the fruit wine is good, Lu Ting's favorite is to drink wine, drink a little in the cold winter, and after a while, the whole body is ambiguous.

Fu Zhi glanced at the leather bag containing the wine, shook his head, and didn't drink it.

Bored on the road, accompanied the son to drink once, a happy, both of them drank a little too much, and as a result, they slept in the field until dawn, fortunately the weather was not cold at that time, and there was no accident, now think about it and have some fears, if someone passes by, see so many goods in the carriage, it is strange not to be moved.

Thankfully, nothing happened.

It was already dark, and the chill in the north wind was deeper, but fortunately, the snow stopped at this time, Lu Ting looked at the burning pile, and thought that he would have to find firewood for a while, camping outside on such a cold day, it would not work without a fire to drive away the cold, and besides, this is a wild field, and he is afraid that the beast will attack in the middle of the night.

Calculating that the time was almost up, Lu Ting used a small stick to gently pick out two large mud balls that were burned black and hard as stones, and two big fat chickens were inside.

"Childe, this... Can you eat mud balls? Fu Zhi said with some doubts.

The two big fat chickens at the good end turned into two mud balls, and Fu Zhi didn't know what to say.

"The time has come to witness the miracle, watch and don't blink." As Lu Ting spoke, he knocked one of the mud balls with the stick in his hand, only to hear a muffled sound of the card, and cracks appeared on the surface of the mud balls.

Lu Ting's movements in his hand did not stop, knocked a few more times, and got down the layer of mud shell that was burned dry and hard outside, and soon saw the banana leaves that were a little burnt yellow, and after carefully uncovering the second layer of banana leaves, a rich chicken with a golden color and a strange fragrance appeared in front of the two.

Fugui chicken is actually called beggar chicken, it is said that a beggar accidentally got an old hen, but there is no cooking utensils in his hand, even boiling a hot hair to remove the hair, after the chicken is killed, remove the internal organs, coat the yellow mud with hair, firewood and grass, simmer the coated chicken in the fire, wait for the mud to dry the chicken cooked, peel off the mud shell, the chicken feathers are also taken off with the mud shell, revealing the cooked chicken, the taste is a must, because it is delicious and trouble-free, the practice will be left behind, Lu Ting's practice is an improved version, and then pickled after processing the hair, so that it looks clean and hygienic a lot.

Ancient people liked good things, Lu Ting was too lazy to explain too much to Fuzhi, saying that the beggar chicken Fuzhi would have a lot of questions, and directly said that the rich chicken.

Fu Zhi twitched his nose twice, as if he wanted to inhale all the fragrance in the air into his nose, and said with a look of surprise: "Fragrant, childe, it's really fragrant." ”

As soon as the banana leaves are opened, the air is filled with a mouth-watering fragrance, which contains the aroma of chicken meat, the fragrance of banana leaves, and the fragrance of bay leaves and spices.

When camping in later generations, my favorite is to make this eat, saving time and effort and also very atmosphere, I haven't done it for so long, some hands are raw, from the color and smell of the color and smell are OK, I don't know how it tastes.

Lu Ting took a look, tore off a chicken leg casually, blew it with his mouth, and took a bite carefully, just one bite, only to feel that the crispy meat was tender, delicious and juicy, especially the chicken with a faint fragrance of banana leaves, and it tasted fat but not greasy, crispy and tender.

I don't know if it's because I'm hungry or if the ancient chickens are better, Lu Ting feels that the rich chicken he made this time is even better in his previous life.

With a "grunt", Lu Ting came back to his senses, looked up, and saw Fu Zhi staring at the chicken leg in his hand and swallowing saliva, seeing Lu Ting's gaze, Fu Zhi lowered his head a little embarrassed.

On such a cold day, after driving for a day, I was hungry, Lu Ting bit the chicken leg with his mouth, took out a knife for protection on the road, broke the chicken on the ground on both sides, and handed one side to Fu Zhi: "What are you still doing, don't be hungry, eat quickly, it won't taste good if it gets cold for a while." ”

"Xie Gongzi" thanked him, picked up half of the rich chicken and bit it, and soon said "oops", he quickly opened his mouth and kept inhaling, and he was reluctant to spit out the meat in his mouth when his mouth was hot.

It's so delicious that I can't afford to spit it out.

Lu Ting scolded with a smile: "Be careful, it's hot." ”

"Yes, yes, Childe, this rich chicken is really delicious, better than the roast chicken in Menglanqiao, Suzhou, so delicious." Fu Zhi said with bright eyes.

I know that Childe will not disappoint himself, or he will not make a move, there will definitely be a surprise when he will make a shot, as for when Childe will get it, Fuzhi doesn't care at all, his own son has read so many sage books, and nine times out of ten he learned from books, Childe makes things that are good, not only tastes good, but also has a wonderful name, rich chicken, rich and noble, rich and noble, how good.

The snow stopped, but the wind was strong, whirring, blowing the woods of the grove rattling, Lu Ting couldn't care so much, grabbing the remaining half of the rich chicken is a burst of wild gnawing, hungry for a long time, the heat and taste of the chicken are just right, eating a hot, fragrant rich chicken on such a cold day is simply a beautiful thing.

While eating, Fu Zhi, who was sitting next to him, touched himself with his elbow and whispered, "Childe." ”

"Finished eating so soon? It's delicious, wait a minute, wait until I'm done eating this wing and smash the other one. Lu Ting said without raising his head.

The weather was too cold, and it was all foggy, and I was afraid that it would not taste good if it was cold, so Lu Ting only opened one, and the other one was still lying in the mud.

"Childe, people, a lot of people." Fu Zhi cautiously reminded.

Person?

Lu Ting looked up, he was dumbfounded, and at some point, there was a circle of people around him, standing in front of him were four young men about twelve or thirteen years old, these young men were richly dressed and had extraordinary temperaments, and they all wore exquisite horizontal knives, followed by more than a dozen black-clothed men with weapons.

If he guessed correctly, the post man said that the nobles were them, and Lu Ting recognized those black-clothed men as the people patrolling the post station, and they were the guards of the four young men.

What made Lu Ting speechless was that when he looked at those young men, the four young men also stared at him... The rich chicken in his hand, one of the white and chubby young men moved his throat, and with a "grunt" sound, he was obviously swallowing saliva.