The two followed Shopkeeper Zhao to the kitchen.

The stove in the kitchen is ready, and there are all kinds of materials, fresh crayfish.

Such a neat, bright and spacious kitchen Ruoshui fell in love with it at a glance.

As a chef, she enjoys being able to cook in such a kitchen.

At this time, Zhao Tingfeng also walked into the kitchen.

His men brought him an ornate chair covered in soft fur and a mahogany table.

He sat leisurely in his chair, watching Ruoshui busy while drinking tea.

Qi Zhuang and Ruoshui worked together, Qi Zhuang took a small brush and cleaned the pot of crayfish one by one. Seeing this, the two chefs who had been sent to study also came to help clean the crayfish.

While everyone was cleaning the crayfish, Ruoshui began to prepare various spices.

Chop the green onion, ginger and garlic, chili, pepper, butter and so on...... Take them all out, put them on a large plate, and wait for a while.

By the time the crayfish was cleaned, her seasoning was ready.

"I'm going to start the fire, Zhao Gongzi, I'll fry crayfish and all kinds of spices later, there may be a pungent smell in the kitchen. I suggest you go out and avoid it as well. Ruoshui said.

Zhao Tingfeng didn't think so, he still sat there peacefully, leisurely drinking the tea in his hand.

"It's okay, it's okay, I've never been afraid of the smell of fried spices since I was a child. Just do it, and leave me alone. Zhao Tingfeng said.

After hearing this, Ruoshui didn't bother with Zhao Tingfeng anymore.

Then Qi Zhuang started to burn the fire, and Ruoshui threw a large piece of butter into the hot pot.

When the cool butter touches the hot iron pan, it makes a 'sizzling' sound, and soon melts from solid to liquid, and the fragrant smell of oil permeates the entire kitchen.

When the butter was almost hot, she quickly poured the drained crayfish into a large pot and fried it.

When the blue-red crayfish comes into contact with the hot oil, it turns bright red.

When the crayfish is almost fried, hurry out of the pan.

The next step is to stir-fry the spices to make red oil.

Various spices are poured into the hot oil and boil instantly. The whole room was filled with the smell of fried spices.

It smells good, but it's too pungent after all.

"Ahh

Zhao Tingyu couldn't help but sneeze.

The other people were accustomed to the environment like the kitchen and had a certain tolerance for such smells, so they were not stimulated like Zhao Tingfeng.

When the spices are almost fried, add water.

As soon as the water is poured in, a large pot of red soup is formed.

The red soup was boiled over a high heat, and there was a 'coo-dong' and 'c-dong' sound in the pot.

Finally, the fried crayfish is stewed in the red soup.

After simmering for a long time, the spicy crayfish is ready.

A large pot of red soup stewed crayfish filled with a large pot.

"That's it! Call it a day! You can try it! ”

Although the two cooks and Shopkeeper Zhao really wanted to taste it, their master hadn't tasted it yet, and they shouldn't have tasted it first according to the rules.

So, the shopkeeper Zhao found a beautiful plate, loaded a plate full of crayfish, brought it to Zhao Tingfeng, and handed him chopsticks.

Everyone stood aside and silently watched Zhao Tingfeng finish eating a crayfish.

Zhao Tingfeng didn't care about his image now, and put the red oil standing in his hand into his mouth and licked it.

Then he said to everyone, "Everyone, taste it, it tastes good!" ”