Fried chicken is called "fast food" and "junk food" in modern times, but there are still many people who are crazy about it, and they can't wait to soak in fried chicken burgers all day long.

All Anwan has to do now is fry the chicken.

She first took out the chicken thighs and cleaned them, then put them in a porcelain basin, marinated them with salt, peppercorns, chili peppers, ginger and other materials, occasionally turned it over halfway, and then patted it back and forth with the palm of her hand to facilitate the flavor.

While letting the chicken legs calm down, An Wan neatly took out a few eggs, cracked them on the edge of the bowl, beat the eggs into the porcelain bowl, and then quickly stirred them with chopsticks to mix them into a uniform yellow.

Song Qin came over curiously, wanting to see what An Juan was doing, but was sent to scoop a small half bowl of flour and came back and put it on the table.

After Song Qin came over with the flour bowl, An Juan took out the chicken legs, first rolled them in the flour and wrapped them again, then used chopsticks to swim around in the egg mixture, then took them out and put them in the flour again, and finally placed them neatly on a plate.

Song Qin had never seen this kind of practice, so she simply stood next to her, helping to take things while looking at An Juan's hand: "Sister An, what are you doing here?" ”

At this time, An Juan was processing the last chicken leg, so he replied without looking up: "I'm going to try to make fried chicken legs." ”

"Fried chicken thighs?" Song Qin had never heard of this kind of statement.

So she stood next to her, quietly watching An Juan turn up the fire, and after steaming the water in the pot, she poured a small half pot of oil into the pot, and then moved the chicken thighs to the side of the pot.

The oil in the pot was quickly burned to a slight bubble, An Wan took a chopstick and inserted it, and saw that there were small bubbles coming out one after another next to the chopsticks, so he put a chicken leg in it.

Even if the chicken leg was drained by An Wan, there were still water droplets that followed and quietly fell into the boiling oil, and one stone stirred up a thousand waves and crackled for a long time.

An Juan was very calm about this scene, but Song Qin was startled, saw that there were oil droplets splashing out, and hurriedly hid to the side.

But when she was dodging, she suddenly smelled a strange smell of meat.

The scent swayed into her nostrils, with a greasy and appealing sensation.

Song Qin was attracted by this smell, so much so that even if he was afraid of the oil droplets flying around, he still poked his head out and looked into the pot: "It's so fragrant!" ”

An Juan carefully put two chicken thighs in, then looked at the churning boiling oil, scooped up the big fence next to him and stirred it twice from time to time, and waited until the chicken thighs were fried to golden brown, so he quickly fished them out and put them in the bowl next to them to cool.

Then she put the other two drumsticks in as well, fried them until they were cooked, fished them out, flipped them twice in the air, and poured them neatly into another bowl.

Song Qin has been watching An Juan's movements from the side, and has been staring at the chicken legs in the bowl, thinking that it should be edible now.

But the other party didn't speak, and she was embarrassed to speak, so she could only keep swallowing saliva.

The woman's expression was completely expressed on her face, An Juan glanced at her sideways, smiled, stirred the oil in the pot with a fence with one hand, and then neatly picked up the bowl on the right hand, poured the chicken leg that had been slightly cooled back into the pot, and fried it again for dozens of seconds, and then fished it out.

At this time, she finally pushed the bowl of fried chicken thighs in front of Song Qin and motioned for her to taste it.

Seeing that Song Qin was at a loss for the chicken thighs with hot oil on the surface, An Juan put another bowl of chicken thighs in it and fried them again, and said at the same time: "You go get a chopstick and taste the meat, it's a little hot now." ”

With An Juan's permission, Song Qin hurriedly trotted to the side of the cupboard, selected a bowl and a pair of chopsticks, and then put a chicken leg into the bowl, turned his head and asked An Juan: "Sister An, can I give one to my father?" ”

An Juan is actually experimenting with this, and he must invite Song Qin and Song Jian to eat.

Now seeing that Song Qin got this kind of thing that was very new to her, but she didn't eat it directly, but wanted to give it to Song Jian, she also felt relieved in her heart, so she responded repeatedly: "Okay, you take this whole bowl away, you go eat first," Saying that, An Juan had already made the second bowl of fried chicken legs, so she put out the fire first, then covered the oil pot with a lid, and took the bowl and chopsticks into the back room with Song Qin.

Song Jian was staying here, and when he saw that Song Qin and An Juan had brought something in together, and the strong aroma covered his entire face, he hurried over and asked what it was.

An Juan put the bowl in his hand on the table, and then replied with a smile: "This is the fried chicken leg I just tried to research, uncle, try it, how does it taste?" ”

When An Juan said this, Song Qin also cooperated and handed the dishes and chopsticks to Song Jian, waiting for his evaluation expectantly.

Being looked at by the two girls with this kind of eyes, Song Jian felt a lot of pressure, and hurriedly took the dishes and chopsticks, picked up the chicken legs, and blew several times before taking the first bite.

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As soon as he took a bite of the meat into his mouth, his eyes widened, and there was a slow amazement in it.

The skin of the chicken thighs is crispy and slightly spicy, and as soon as you bite into it, there is a spicy and greasy flavor that spreads between your lips and teeth.

But this greasy feeling is not disgusting, and even makes Song Jian feel satisfied and looking forward to it.

Once he had finished feeling the crust, he began to chew on the smooth and soft chicken inside.

The chicken inside is distinct, smooth and tender, and although it has not been marinated for a long time, it still has a light salty taste and is not light.

After Song Jian swallowed this mouthful of meat, he quickly raised his head and couldn't wait to praise: "It's so delicious!" ”

With that, he lowered his head and quickly nibbled the whole chicken leg clean.

Seeing Song Jian's reaction, Song Qin's heart was itching, and she quickly took another chicken leg and tasted it herself.

Looking at Song Jian's expression before, she still felt that her father's performance was too exaggerated, but when she really ate something, she understood why Song Jian praised it.

Because it's so delicious.

An Juan saw the two of them feasting, and a stone in her heart also fell to the ground.

She had been worried that the ancient people might not be used to the taste of fried chicken, so she could only make it herself occasionally and taste it.

But now seeing the expressions of the two of them, this fried chicken can't help but be sold, and it can even be bought very well.

An Juan thought that if Luo Yelin came to her shop to eat tomorrow, she would make him a portion of this chicken leg.

Thinking about tomorrow, An Juan reached out and took a chicken leg, took a bite, and then closed her eyes happily in this familiar taste.

After eating this fried chicken thigh, Song Jian and Song Qin were full of praise and asked An Juan if he wanted to put this dish on the recipe.

An Juan had already had this plan, so she no longer shirked it, and nodded directly: "Yes, do you think you can sell it?" ”