The fatty chicken is rinsed and cut into evenly sized pieces. Put it in a white porcelain bowl and sprinkle it with a pinch of salt and oil and marinate for about a quarter of an hour;

In another white porcelain bowl, an egg is broken, starch is poured in, an appropriate amount of water is added, stir well, and the batter wrapped in meat is ready. Then take the honey and pour out an appropriate amount for later use.

Everything was ready, the fragrance of wheat rice over there had already wafted into the noses of the master and servant, and the little maid was about to drool, especially the celery aroma was particularly strong.

Lin Shu instructed the little girl to stop burning the fire and steam herself;

The master and servant started another stove, when the golden vegetable oil in the wok was hot, the girl poured the marinated meat into the batter, and then used chopsticks to pinch out one by one and put it into the hot oil, the sound of fried meat came softly, the oil did not splash everywhere as the little girl worried, but An Ansheng stayed in the pot and did her own work, the girl turned up and down, and after a while, the tempting smell of fried chicken floated out, and the fried light yellow chicken nuggets were neatly placed in a white porcelain plate;

Scoop out a spoonful of hot oil and pour it on the garlic paste sprinkled with chili noodles, the chili pepper is fragrant, the garlic is covered by the chili pepper, you can't feel the hot oil temperature, the garlic fragrance is still retained, stir evenly and sprinkle white sesame seeds, and the seasoning of the wheat rice is ready.

On a big tree in the yard, the black-clothed young man sent by his master to probe the girl's details and monitor the girl's movements was about to overflow through his face towel.

This work is really not done by people, I thought I could watch a big girl take a bath or something, who knew that I came to smell the smell of rice.

The master and servant who are cooking in full swing don't know this; Pour out all the remaining oil of the fried chicken, pour in the honey with a small amount of water in the pot, pour in the starch water, stir in the pot with a large spoon, the thick and sweet smell comes to the face, put in the fried chicken pieces, stir quickly, finish, out of the pot.

The sweet smell of the chicken nuggets sprinkled with white sesame seeds fills the entire kitchen, wafting out of the window to the trees outside.

Take out the steamed wheat rice, find a white porcelain basin, pour in the poured chili garlic and sprinkle an appropriate amount of salt, stir well, put it on a plate, and a fragrant garlic and spicy celery wheat rice is ready.

After cooking, the master and servant were already hungry and had no strength to find a place to eat, so they simply found a small stool in the kitchen as a table, and the two of them squatted on the ground and ate a steamed bun in their hands.

As the food entered, the taste buds began to jump excitedly, making the hungry stomach also scream wildly, only to see that both of them were eating faster and faster.

The man in black in the tree stared at the scene in front of him in amazement. This is still those glamorous prostitutes with heavy makeup and bright makeup, and their fingers do not touch the spring water.

This skillful cooking technique is almost catching up with the cooks of the palace; The taste and color of this dish are better than those made by the chefs of the palace, and what kind of dish is this, sweet but not greasy, what kind of prostitute is this, it is simply a cook.

and the image of squatting on the spot, holding a bun in one hand and a vegetable in the other, really doesn't look like a prostitute, like a cook; The prince asked him to find out the true identity of this girl, could it be that the true identity of this girl is a god chef or a descendant of a god chef.......

Looking at the two people in front of him, who were eating more and more, the man in black silently took out a steamed bun from his arms and ate it fiercely, he was so hungry, but why did the steamed bun not feel like before; It's so unpalatable, how did you get here before......

Just when the man in black fell into boundless memories, the master and servant neatly cleaned up the kitchen and returned to the room to start the daily evening quyi practice;

At first, the girls practiced together, but if they were about to open their faces, they didn't have to, they practiced independently in the room every day, and the bustard in the backyard would take time to check. The two returned to the room and drank a cup of tea each, and Lin Shu began to practice the piano.

The maid on the side looked at Lin Shu's side face and fell into deep thought, when did her girl learn to cook such a delicious dish, it was so fragrant, she had never eaten such a delicious dish before; A handful of celery leaves fed to the pigs were randomly made into a dish called wheat rice by her girl;

There is also that honey chicken, it's amazing, chicken can also be made sweet, she has lived for thirteen years and only knows that to make chicken salt, honey chicken with honey has no sweet and greasy feeling at all, sweet but not greasy, the entrance is fragrant, especially when you bite into the outer layer to reveal the tender and fishy chicken inside, it is so delicious that it bursts, and she began to lick her lips when she thought about it.

After playing an ancient song, Lin Shu turned his head sideways and saw the unstoppable sweetness in the little girl's eyes, the movement of licking her lips with her tongue from time to time, and feeling that this girl was still reminiscing about the two dishes just now.

"You haven't eaten enough?" Lin Shu asked tentatively.

"I'm full, I still want to eat." The little girl blurted out.

Lin Shu: Well, I'll have a chance to make it for you in the future.

After that, Lin Shu took advantage of the song break to talk to the little maid about the cabaret bar from time to time, and the master and servant were very excited; The man in black who was secretly monitoring the two in the corner of the house was stunned by the conversation between the two, what kind of rock and roll, low voice, and selfless intoxication, dim light, and a bunch of whiskey of two octaves plus three years and five years, pear blossom drunk peach blossom brewed busda, and so on;

What's even more incredible is that the young lady jumped around and hummed some words that she couldn't understand, but she was inexplicably boiling with blood all over her body, and she couldn't help but twist her body to the rhythm of this woman, but fortunately she had good control and stopped immediately; Which country does this sorcery belong to?

He was the most knowledgeable of the five, nicknamed the Walking Library;

Now listening to the conversation and behavior of these two men, he has no idea what they are; Except for those with the word wine who can understand the literal meaning of wine, the others can only be eaten by default, but it doesn't feel like talking about food.

Could it be that he reads too little and is too single?

It wasn't until late at night that the two stopped talking, and Lin Shumeng remembered that his futon was still dirty, and simply told him about saving someone.

Before she finished speaking, she saw the little girl say angrily: "You haven't reported this kind of scumbag?" ”

Scumbag, is the man in black my grandfather?

Lin Shu, that's not how scumbags use it;

No, is this the point, the point is that if you don't give the silver, you might still take a small life, okay?

No, the point is that the loss is big, and the bedding is gone.

Holding his forehead with one hand, Lin Shu gently persuaded, "Don't worry about the scumbag, no, it's the business of the man in black, it's the right thing to find me a quilt quickly." ”

In the end, the master and servant decided to live on a mattress before they made a fortune, and the little maid moved her futon over, and found a thick winter quilt in the cabinet, and the two of them were happily in the same bed.

Mired in self-doubt, the man in black stared at the direction of the bed, not knowing whether to return to his life or stay under surveillance.

The author has something to say that the following words do not take up the length of the article:

Dear readers, fairies,

Today is the traditional Thanksgiving Day in the West, and Pomegranate takes this opportunity to thank all readers and friends for reading this work; This work is the first work of Pomegranate, and it can go so far with a total of seventeen chapters and thirty-four thousand words, which is inseparable from your silent support; Pomegranate really thank you very much, and I hope that you can continue to support Pomegranate's work in the future, so that Pomegranate can go further.

May you all be blessed with sunshine every day.

I hope you will meet a better version of yourself in the future!