Luo Yi looked into his extremely sincere eyes, where the depth and remoteness contained deep affection and firmness.

A smile nodded at him, she knew that he was a man of his word.

Taking off the wide-brimmed straw hat from his head and holding it in his hand, Luo Yi and Mu Danchen walked side by side in the sunset.

The earth is bathed in a soft glow, and the evening breeze blows with a faint fragrance of flowers.

At this moment, the sunset is infinitely better.

With a happy mood, the two walked happily on the way home. The winding path casts their backs as one, like lovers holding hands and snuggling together, which is both close and sweet.

Their brows were filled with joy, and they stepped into the threshold of the small courtyard, and when they looked up, they saw two old men sitting by the well, they were looking down to handle the plucked chickens in the basin, and outside the basin, there were soaked dark brown chicken feathers. Apparently, they had just killed a chicken.

Uncle Liang and Aunt Liang, who were deaf and clear-eyed, looked up at Mu Danchen and Luo Yi who appeared at the door at the same time.

Liang Boci said with a smile:

"Xiao Luo, are you back? Your aunt and I just killed a chicken, and after a while, let's make an original simmered chicken, and the people in our village like simmered chicken the most. ”

Simmered chicken, also known as rich chicken, or more popularly, called flower chicken.

This is a famous dish that has been enjoyed for a long time, when it comes to this called flower chicken, there are too many legends about it, so that its real provenance, there have been different opinions for many years, but there is still no reason.

When Mu Danchen and the others walked to the two old men, the aunt had already disposed of the chickens with her hands and feet.

Liang Bo brought the wooden barrel prepared on the side, which contained 7 points full of fluffy yellow mud, Mu Danchen stepped forward, picked up the spoon by the well and slowly poured the water into it, and asked Liang Bo, who was wearing gloves, to mix the mud and water evenly into a viscous mud.

In the past, he used to do this a lot.

The pasty mud was stirred well, and Mu Danchen brought the basin next to him with the chicken.

Luo Yi, who was half-squatting, followed her aunt to spread out the dark green lotus leaves in the basket that had been scalded by water on the ground, and Mu Danchen placed the pickled hens on the lotus leaves and wrapped them tightly one by one.

The aunt took a thin cotton yarn, wrapped it tightly around the oval shape wrapped with lotus leaves, and then tied a bow.

When it was the last process, Liang Bo took the wrapped chicken and carefully and evenly smeared it with a paste-like mud.

Gradually, as the mud wraps up layer after layer, the hen forms an oval-shaped sphere.

Everything is ready to go.

Liang Bo washed his hands and took off his gloves, and said with a happy smile:

"Alright, let's go to the back of the house and find a place to simmer the chicken."

Luo Yi carried a bamboo basket with chickens, Mu Danchen held a dry dry branch, Aunt Liang held a sun-dried straw, Liang Bo carried a shovel on his shoulder, and the four of them walked out of the back door one after another with what they needed to simmer chickens for a while.

It felt like they were going on a pleasant autumn outing.

Luo Yi smiled on her lips, in a good mood.

With the charming and moving glow of the sunset, they came to a flat clearing, and after Liang Bo thought about finding a suitable piece of land, he began to raise his shovel to dig the soil.

Although Uncle Liang is old, his body is still very strong. He wielded his shovel vigorously, and in a matter of moments, a pit of about 30 centimeters was dug out of the mud.

He asked Mu Danchen to put the oval-shaped sphere into the soil pit, fill the surface of the sphere with about 10 centimeters of soil, and then fill the mud hole.

Luo Yi and his aunt burned the firewood they had brought out and built a bonfire on the filled mud pit. The fire of the campfire is not large, because if the fire is too large, it is easy to heat the sphere unevenly.

Luo Yi sat with great interest on the dry dry branches on the side, and the setting sun dressed the earth in a gorgeous light veil. And the burning firelight, reflected on her beautiful face, enchanting an extraordinarily magnificent color.

After about ten minutes, the fire slowly decreases until it is extinguished naturally. Waiting for the soil to cool naturally, it was estimated that it would take another 20 minutes, and Luo Yi followed her aunt back to cook first.

Sitting in front of the stove, helping to add firewood, and washing vegetables by the well, more than 20 minutes passed unconsciously.

"Here come the chickens."

Mu Danchen carried the basket and walked in with a stride, he carefully took the chicken to the table, and on the bamboo mat, he used the wooden hammer handed by Liang Bo to crack open the dried mud on the sphere with moderate force.

A tempting aroma of wine mixed with a hint of lotus instantly filled the entire courtyard. Such a mouth-watering, saliva-flooded fragrance wafts for ten miles.

Slowly tearing the lotus leaves, the golden orange and bright chicken skin is immediately exposed to the air, overflowing with bursts of fresh fragrance, and the fragrance is strong enough to make people's fingers move.

Without adding any fancy seasonings, just simply put some soy sauce, rice wine and shredded ginger to marinate, so that the original taste, the unique flavor is rich, and the meat is so tender and soft that you want to swallow your tongue, it is really the ultimate enjoyment of life.

At the rectangular table with a log pattern, four people sit around the table, chatting and laughing, tasting the delicious taste on the tip of the tongue.

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