After a while, Yin Chuan came over with a bucket of hot water. Fang Hong, the www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun", put the killed chicken in the basin prepared earlier, poured hot water directly into it, and scalded the old hen well.

Stimulated by the heat, the smell of the old hen in the pot was stimulated, and he kept drilling into the nose of the yellow skin. Although it had been trying to restrain itself, it still made a gurgling sound in its stomach.

The sound coming from Huang Pizi's belly was very small, but it was still heard by Fang Hong. Fang Hong smiled secretly, and didn't care about it. After the water has cooled a little, it begins to pluck the feathers.

After being scalded with boiling water, the chicken feathers are easily pulled out. Yin Chuan saw that Fang Hong had made a move, and she also squatted to the side, accompanying her young master to pluck chicken feathers.

Thanks to the joint efforts of the two, the chicken feathers were quickly plucked. The smooth old hen, with its tight and rich meat, slapped on it and made a dull sound.

"Next. Fang Hong picked up the kitchen knife and stabbed it vertically on the top of the chicken's belly, and a big hole immediately appeared in the chicken's belly, and the internal organs flowed out with a bang.

He reached out and pulled out all the contents of the chicken's belly, and then casually threw it aside, only a few feet away from the yellow skin. When Yin Chuan saw the young master's appearance, there was a hint of distress in his eyes, but he didn't speak this time.

The internal organs of this chicken are not considered a good thing for the old man and the young master, and basically they will not eat it. But for those of them, it is a rare good opportunity to replenish oil and water. Seeing that the internal organs were thrown away, Yin Chuan felt very pity.

However, Fang Hong didn't know anything about all this.

"Coo-goo. Looking at the hen's internal organs in front of him, the yellow skin's stomach barked even louder, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously drooled, but his eyes were still tense, and he refused to compromise with Fang Hong.

Fang Hong didn't pay attention to him, changed a bucket of water, and cleaned the whole chicken again.

"Young Master Ben has decided that in the next few days, he will eat chicken every day. Fang Hong handed the old hen to Yin Chuan, and then made a big decision.

Yin Chuan didn't object, she was just a subordinate, and she couldn't object to what the young master wanted to do. Besides, eating chicken every day is not a big deal, just talk to the master when the time comes.

Fang Hong also saw that this yellow-skinned man had a very stubborn temper, he was ready for a long-term battle, he didn't believe it, he couldn't survive a brute.

"This chicken, let's make a soup at noon, anyway, Daddy won't come back to eat, so you have to listen to me what you do." He quickly turned his attention to the fat chicken, an old hen whose meat was older and used in soup, not to mention how delicious it was. Thinking about it, he also felt like he was starting to drool.

"Okay, young master. Yin Chuan nodded, and then took the wooden basin with the old hen and headed for the kitchen.

Yin Chuan's cooking skills didn't say, no matter what ingredients, in her hands, they can become alive. Anyway, it had been four or five years since Yin Chuan entered their house, and Fang Hong had never seen what Yin Chuan would not do.

After cleaning the old hen again, Yinchuan used tweezers to remove some of the finer chicken feathers on the old hen. Just now, Fang Hong only roughly plucked the chicken feathers, and the handling was not clean.

After the culling was clean, the hot water she had boiled had turned lukewarm. At this time, it is just time to put the old hen in the pot, boil about two cups of tea, and then take out the hen and rinse it with cold water. This practice is called flying water.

Generally speaking, the meat ingredients will have a fishy smell, using this method, you can get rid of the smell of meat, and you can also clean the ingredients thoroughly, so that the soup is very clear.

After rinsing the old hen, Yin Chuan put a whole chicken into the casserole, poured cold water into it until it did not reach most of the chicken's body, and then put some seasoning things such as ginger, rice wine, and wolfberry into it in turn. In fact, in this stew, the fewer ingredients you put in the soup, the better, so as to ensure the purity of the soup.

Then, Yin Chuan placed the casserole on top of the charcoal stove and began to fan the fire. The soup has to be boiled for a quarter of an hour at the beginning, then turned to a simmer and boiled slowly.

It was just more than half an hour's work, and an extremely rich fragrance came out of the kitchen, making Fang Hong, who was already a little hungry, swallow even more.

Yin Chuan brought out a small table, brought out the casserole, and placed it in the middle of the table. The staple food is the dough cake that is easy to paste. On one side it is slightly browned, and on the other side it is a delicate and plump white surface. When kneading the dough, she ingeniously sprinkled a little fine sugar in it, so the dough tasted a little sweet. And just right, it won't take away the aroma of the dough itself.

After Fang Hong moved the small bench and sat down, Yin Chuan picked up the wooden spoon and gave Fang Hong half a bowl of chicken soup, and put a chicken leg in it, the old hen that had been stewed for so long had become very crispy, and the chopsticks could tear off a piece with a slight pull.

Looking at the fresh and translucent chicken soup in front of him, Fang Hong only felt that his index finger moved, and he hurriedly blew it twice, and then took a small sip into his mouth. A hot and delicious flavor instantly occupied his mouth, making him want to stop, and he couldn't help but take a few more sips. If it weren't for the fact that the soup was still relatively hot, he would have been able to dry half a bowl directly.

After taking a few sips of soup, Fang Hong took another dough cake. The soft dough pasted was torn into several pieces by him, and it was soaked in the chicken soup.

The dough cake was very chewy, and when he was soaked in the soup, he immediately sucked a lot of soup into it, and Fang Hong pinched it with his hand and stuffed it into his mouth. The chewy dough cake has a very pleasant texture, and after a few bites, the chicken broth bursts out of it, almost swallowing it with your tongue.

Compared to this, the chicken became secondary, Fang Hong only took a few bites in a hurry, and hurriedly fought with the chicken soup for the bread and bread. As for the matter of training Huang Pizi, he has long forgotten about it.

The world is big, and the food is the biggest.

After drying half a can of soup and four dough cakes in a row, Fang Hong's little belly was like a ball. Others are thinner, and the bulging belly is particularly obvious.

"No more...... Belch...... I can't eat it anymore. Fang Hong touched his stomach comfortably, burped, and said very satisfied. He was also regretting why he always felt that he couldn't eat before? If he had eaten like this every day before, I am afraid that he would have become a little fat man long ago.

However, he is not to blame. In the past, Fang Dayuan disciplined him very strictly, there were too many rules when eating, and he had to tremble when he ate a meal, where could he take care of the taste.

It was early in the morning when I wrote this chapter, and I was starving to death, so I was really hungry .......

Thanks to Mr. Chen Men and Mr. Ming Rulai for their tips...... Touch big