After resting for a while, Luo Qingyan felt that the time was almost up, and when he got out of the room, Luo Qingyang had already killed and cleaned up the chickens, and the yams were divided, squatting by the kitchen to build this chicken, Luo Qingyan did not go over to disturb Luo Qingyang.

Walked to the well and first lifted a large bucket of water, by the way cleaned his hands, felt that the spiritual spring in the space was very good, the water in the bucket was replaced with spiritual spring water, washed some shiitake mushrooms, although old-fashioned but chicken mushrooms are very classic dishes, take the chicken processed by Luo Qingyang before, after washing with Lingquan water, the hand knife fell, cut in half, quickly cut half of it into small pieces, add firewood and fire, pheasant is very fat, a large piece of chicken fat, cut into small pieces, put it next to the side, after the pot is hot, put in a quarter of the chicken fat, quickly stir-fry, The air is instantly filled with an attractive fragrance, after fully squeezing the oil, take out the oil residue, immediately pour in the cut chicken pieces, stir-fry and change color, add half a pot of Lingquan water, see a small piece of ginger on the stove, wash it and smash it and throw it in, the fennel Lao Kou and the chili peppers that were taken out from the space before are all put in, cover the pot, add firewood, take out the cornmeal that Su has put down, pour it into a wooden basin, add Lingquan water to knead the dough, boil in the pot, open the lid, pour in clean and fresh mushrooms, and press the cornmeal into a potsticker, Stick it on the edge of the top half of the stewed chicken broth, cover the pot and continue to simmer over low heat.

The fragrance continued to overflow, and Luo, who built the chicken coop, swallowed saliva more than once. Luo Qingyan chopped the remaining half of the chicken into chicken pieces that were slightly larger than before, put a little salt and grasped it well, pickled it, glanced at the fire, took out the yam that Luo Qingyang had divided, took out a peeled and washed it, cut it into hobs, took out the previous pepper and chopped it into foam, chopped the chives, looked for a circle, there was no ginger, all the preparations were ready, returned to the room, took out the bunch of grapes that he had picked before, and then washed it with spiritual spring water and put it away.

When the lid of the pot was lifted, the rich fragrance made Luo, who was not very hungry, move his index fingers, not to mention Luo, who was repairing the chicken nest.

Luo Qingyan used the small wooden basin before to fish out the corn potstickers and put them in the pot, scooped out all the chicken soup with the big wooden basin that contained the fish, filled with a large basin, brought it to the table in the hall, washed the pot, added firewood, put in the remaining three-quarters of the chicken fat, stir-fried the oil, put in a large plate of chili flakes cut up, and kept stir-frying, instantly, everywhere was filled with the spice of chili peppers, which was exciting and tempting, and then added fennel, Lao Kou, constantly stir-fried, when the fragrance was more intense, pour in the chicken nuggets, and after a quick stir-fry, add the spiritual spring water that happened to be over the chicken nuggets, At this time, the soup is very beautiful because of the fried chili peppers, the red is very good-looking, after a quarter of an hour, pour in the chopped yam, cover the pot, collect the juice on high heat, stir-fry after a few minutes, put salt, sprinkle green onions and start the pot in one go.

Luo Qingyan quickly washed the pot and added water to the embers, blanched a handful of wild vegetables after the water boiled, added some crushed fennel with the remaining chili flakes, mixed them with salt, and looked at the green wild vegetables dotted with a few fiery red chili flakes, and wanted to taste it.

Su Shi and Luo Congwen came home from the field, and watched their cooking smoke curling from afar, and they accelerated their pace more and more, and they were now very confident that the little girl would surprise them.

Sure enough, when I got home, the meal was ready, and there were a lot of chickens at the kitchen door.

"It smells so good!" Luo Congwen sighed first,

"Is there still food at home?" Su Shi was more worried.

"Don't worry, Daddy, I've seen my little sister's skills" Luo Qingyang interjected first: "Let's eat first, I've wanted to eat for a long time, hehe"

"Let's eat first" Luo said lightly that he had no opinion, after all sat down, he unveiled the cornmeal potstickers, the golden color, mixed with the fragrance of chicken and shiitake mushrooms, the potstickers that absorbed the soup, eat one, enough Luo Qingyang aftertaste for several days, I thought that this potsticker was amazing enough, open the yam braised chicken nuggets, the oil is bright and red, and invisibly attracts people's appetite, all of them are color, fragrance, and taste, and they are more hearty than the New Year.

"The same is true of a virtuous chef!" Luo Congwen sighed, and then Luo Congwen popularized the history of virtue with everyone, starting from the capital, opened the first store, and then became famous for its taste, and quickly opened branches all over the country, the owner did not know who it was, but no one dared to provoke in the past four or five years...... Luo lightly decided to sell yams tomorrow and go to this place.