"Your piece of pork belly is almost cooked, right? What are you going to do next? Ling Yuan looked at Feng Jiao with interest and asked.

He didn't know that he would be interested in cooking one day, and he would be able to take the trouble to listen to a poor little cook who was weak enough to tell all kinds of things related to cooking, and he could also watch the little cook cook meticulously.

Feng Jiao wiped off the excess water on the surface of the pork belly with a clean cloth towel, then took out a silver needle, and began to prick a lot of small holes on the side of the pork belly with the skin, and then reversed the pork belly, cut it every two or three centimeters, and stopped when it reached the fat part, without cutting it.

Seeing this scene, Ling Yuan felt a little funny.

It's not like he's never eaten barbecue.

The barbecue pays attention to the thin slices, so that after the roasting, it will be fragrant but not greasy, fluffy and soft, delicious and delicious.

He had never seen a cook fiddle with a piece of boiled pork belly like a brick, saying that he was going to make a barbecue.

I don't know what the little chef is doing.

Alas, forget it.

He has been eating and drinking with the little chef for so long, even if she fails once in a while, can he not give face?

While watching Miss Feng Jiao's barbecue operation, which he had never seen before, a certain emperor secretly thought in his heart, wait a minute, if he is uncomfortable eating, which elixir should he take to relieve the symptoms?

Feng Jiao, on the other hand, smeared the cut pork belly with the sea salt smashed in advance and the thirteen spices produced by the system, marinated for an hour, and smeared white vinegar and salt on the skin-bearing side of the pork belly.

Although a certain emperor had decided to let it go and let the little cook play at will, when he saw Feng Jiao on the side of the pork belly with the skin, smearing so much salt at once, and actually covering the surface of the pork belly, he still couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth and urgently stopped.

"Why did you put so much salt?! Doesn't it cost money to table salt? This pork belly must be salty and bitter, how can you eat it?! ”

Feng Jiao smiled: "Whether this crispy roasted pork belly can be made successfully depends on these salts." Don't worry, if it's hard to eat, how dare I take it out for you to eat? ”

Naturally, she was not idle when marinating the pork belly, and used some minced pork minced pork, plus broth and japonica fairy rice, to cook a liquid food suitable for the little white tiger for the little one.

When the pork belly was marinated, Feng Jiao took out charcoal, a small charcoal stove, and a roll of shiny things from the space.

It was a few days ago that she spent 1,000 gold yuan to get the system to use a tin pot she purchased, melt it and process it into tin foil specially used for barbecue.

She wrapped the pork belly in tin foil and began the roasting process.

At first, looking at the skillful little chef who flipped over the piece of pork belly wrapped in tin foil with a tong, Ling Yuan didn't think that she would be able to succeed in making any delicious dishes.

But he was soon attracted by the rich aroma of the charcoal-grilled pork belly, and his eyes seemed to be glued to the pork belly, which had begun to turn golden and gradually tempting.

Seeing this, Feng Jiao smiled, didn't say anything, and continued to flip and busy.

The aroma of the charcoal-grilled crispy pork belly became stronger and stronger, and Ling Yuan finally couldn't hold it anymore......