"Okay, that's fine, then ask the girl to go to the kitchen!"

"Hmm!"

Su Qingyao got up and went to the kitchen.

It's not difficult to make this called flower chicken, but it's very delicious.

In this era, there is no practice of calling Huaji, at least she didn't see it, so she thought about selling this vegetable shop to Yuanlai Restaurant.

There are a lot of ingredients in the back kitchen of the restaurant, basically everything, which is much more abundant than the seasonings prepared by ordinary farmers.

Su Qingyao also quickly found the ingredients needed to call Hua Ji. And then I started to do it.

Remove the bare chicken from the claws and ribs to take the organs, use the back of the knife to knock off the legs, wings, and neck bones into the basin, add soy sauce, Shao wine, and salt and marinate for ten minutes.

Originally, it had to be marinated for an hour, but Su Qingyao couldn't wait that long, so she simply had less time to marinate.

However, if you come to the restaurant to sell it later, you can marinate it for a little longer, so that it is more flavorful.

After marinating, the cloves and star anise were smeared all over the chicken body.

I got up a pot, put lard and green onions, fried ginger together until fragrant, then fished out, added some other ingredients and fried them and stuffed them into the chicken belly, and finally wrapped them in fresh lotus leaves, and coated them with a layer of mud on the outside.

Of course, she didn't let the chef of the restaurant observe this practice called Huaji, otherwise they would not have learned it.

Qin Sheng helped Feng Su Qingyao to work alone in the kitchen.

Some are ready before they are put into the fire and roasted.

It didn't take long for it to be baked under the high temperature, and looking at the mud-like thing, Qin Sheng was still curious about whether this could be eaten.

"Daughter-in-law, can this chicken still do this?" Qin Sheng asked curiously.

Because he has never eaten good food in the countryside, Qin Sheng only knows two methods, one is braised and the other is white stew.

Su Qingyao made such a fancy practice today, it was the first time he had seen it.

Su Qingyao smiled, "Why can't it?"

There are thousands of ways to make food, and I just have one! ”

"Daughter-in-law, you haven't made it for me before!"

"I also suddenly remembered, I'll go back and make it for you!"

"Hey, hey, good!"

Qin Sheng responded with a smile, thinking of his daughter-in-law's craftsmanship, Qin Sheng felt that it was really a blessing to marry her.

He felt like he had gained weight all this time!

The flesh on the face is all due to the daughter-in-law.

The things you eat every day are too good and too full, and it is impossible not to get fat.

Su Qingyao didn't talk so much nonsense, so she asked the flower chicken to be roasted and took it out, and took a small hammer to smash it open.

The chicken inside has the fragrance of lotus leaves, which makes people can't help but swallow.

Su Qingyao greeted the shopkeeper, "Shopkeeper, it's done, can you try it?" ”

The shopkeeper took a deep breath, and before he could eat it, he was already hungry when he smelled it.

"Good!"

As he spoke, the shopkeeper ripped off a chicken leg and tasted it.

Su Qingyao thought that it was cheap and didn't take advantage of it, and the other chicken leg was also hurriedly ripped off and stuffed for Qin Sheng to eat.

Several cooks from the restaurant also came over to taste the taste of the flower chicken made by Su Qingyao.

"Delicious! Delicious! This one is really delicious!

It's even more delicious than the spicy chicken in Hechun Building! ”

After the shopkeeper finished eating, his eyes lit up, and he said with joy.

The spicy chicken business in Hechun Restaurant was booming before, and he secretly asked the guy to buy one and come back to taste it to see if it was delicious, so he knew the taste of spicy chicken.

Now that there is a comparison of Su Qingyao's flower chicken, the high and low are immediately visible.