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Mo Xiaomi doesn't like smoke and chooses a briquette stove, which also reduces the difficulty of Grandpa Zhou's learning.

"Okay, then you wait." Steward Zhou went to make the stove, his method was more rude, he found seven or eight pieces of firewood, which was not very big, first put hay in the stove, stuffed it at the bottom, and then put the small firewood dipped in diesel and put it on the hay.

Then take a match from the door below, light the hay below, the firewood and grass quickly catch fire, and then quickly spread the flames to the diesel-stained firewood, and in a matter of seconds, the firewood began to burn. , and then Steward Zhou put the kind of twelve-hole honeycomb briquettes he made homemade into the stove.

With the crackling sound of firewood, the briquettes continued to fall, and the contact surface with the firewood was larger, and it was only ten minutes, and the bottom of the briquettes was already red. Steward Zhou put another briquette on it.

At this time, Mo Xiangshan had already brought the clay pot, worried that Steward Zhou's ingredients were incomplete, and even the messy ingredients at home and the big bamboo chopsticks that stirred the chicken in the clay pot were also brought.

Mo Mi reopened the seasoning bag, added some spices, and tied it up again.

Mo Xiaomi cleaned the clay pot, then put all the chicken in it, plus the tea tree mushrooms that had just been brewed, which already occupied one-third of the space of the clay pot, and then added water, about four-fifths of the way to the clay pot, and then put the green onion and ginger and the material bag in it.

Mo Xiangshan put the clay pot on the briquette stove because a fire was being lit, and there was firewood and briquettes burning together, which could also provide heat energy.

When the water boils in the clay pot, the briquette stove is ready.

Mo Xiaomi held a long chopsticks and stirred the chicken pieces in the boiling water to prevent the chicken pieces from sinking to the bottom and being heated unevenly and burned.

After about ten minutes, Mo Xiaomi said, "Grandpa Zhou, don't make such a big fire now, just close the furnace door and leave only a small opening." ”

"Okay!" Steward Zhou had already smelled the aroma of chicken in the air, and was even more willing to do what Mo Xiaomi said.

Waiting for Steward Zhou to fix the door, Mo Mi closed the lid of the clay pot, and hot air came out of the small hole in the lid of the clay pot. When the door closes and the fire is smaller, there is less heat.

Mo Xiaomi took a clean gauze and plugged the small holes, and also plugged the gaps on the edges of the lid of the clay pot with wet gauze. In this way, the heat inside cannot escape out, and the flavor of the chicken soup is maintained to the greatest extent.

At the same time, because the stove is small, even if you don't stir, the chicken inside will not be mushy.

"Xiaomi, when will it be okay?" Steward Zhou asked, it's very fragrant now, and when it's done, won't it taste better?

"Because it's already chopped into chicken nuggets, it's a little shorter, and it's about an hour and a half from now." Mo Xiaomi replied, "Grandpa Zhou, have you learned?" ”

Steward Zhou recalled it and said with a sneer: "The general steps have been written down, that is, the number of materials, I haven't remembered it yet." ”

Hearing this, Mo Mi raised a smile and said, "Our teacher said, a good memory is better than a bad pen, Grandpa Zhou, you bring a pen and paper, I said you can write it down, and next time you can just do it according to the record." ”

"That's right!" Steward Zhou suddenly realized, "I'll go get a pen and paper." ”

Steward Zhou brought a notebook and a pen, and asked Mo Xiaomi to say it carefully, and he made a detailed record, and then he was satisfied with putting it away.

"Millet, the chicken soup is stewing, what staple food do you say is better?" Steward Zhou asked again, simply treating Mo Xiaomi as a little gourmet.