Gong Dou, the key to victory is to master the rhythm.

After staying in the palace of the Dajing Dynasty for so many years, Rong Ling has seen too many intrigues among the harem ladies, so she learned these little tricks, which can be said to be decent.

Slapping a sweet date is Gong Dou's usual trick.

This point, Rong Ling sees the most in the harem, and it is also the most effective.

Therefore, after punishing Zhou Mengting and Wang Shuang a little, she put down the knife in her hand to cut vegetables, and took the garlic in Zhou Mengting's hand with only three garlic cloves, as well as the fan in Wang Shuang's hand.

Then he said to the two of them in a concerned tone: "I'll come, you go and sit over there, and the meal will be fine for a while." ”

A few simple words, but it seems that she is so considerate and kind, this scene is shown in front of the camera, and it can be said that the effect is almost a full score.

Wang Shuang and Zhou Mengting lost their wives and soldiers this time, they not only suffered losses, but they also had to thank Rong Ling, who came to help them, they were really aggrieved to the extreme.

But Rong Ling was just punishing them, she just wanted to tell Zhou Mengting and Wang Shuang that they wanted to play this hypocritical little trick with her, and they were still a little tender.

"Bell, bell, bell—"

"Whew-"

Rong Ling took the garlic in Zhou Mengting's hand, placed each garlic clove on the board, and then, slapped it one by one with a kitchen knife, and the garlic skin wrapped around instantly fell off.

Soon, a few heads of garlic have been peeled.

Because the fan in his hand was in the direction of the downwind, the fire in the stove was boiling very strongly, and the water in the pot quickly boiled.

Rong Ling poured the washed rice into the pot and stirred it with a spoon little by little to heat the rice thoroughly. After the pot boiled again, she added a few more jujubes and some secret seasonings, then covered it and let it continue to boil on the fire.

Next, Rong Ling focused all his attention on the only meat dish of the night, a local chicken.

Although Rong Ling is a three-grade imperial chef, she has also dabbled in the practice of folk ingredients. Especially when traveling with the emperor's micro-clothes, she also tasted some special folk food.

Therefore, this time, with the help of the soil environment of the river beach, Rong Ling looked at the fresh and tender local chicken, and she had an idea to make an improved version of the soil kiln chicken.

I saw that she first cleaned the chicken with river water, and then cut some ginger and green onions on the board for later use.

The dish of earth kiln chicken pays attention to the original taste of the ingredients themselves, so Rong Ling did not use other seasonings, but only smeared a thin layer of salt on the surface of the chicken.

Then, put the chopped ginger, green onion and garlic into the chicken's belly, so that the smell of the chicken can be removed, and the taste of the ingredients itself can be guaranteed.

According to the normal procedure, an earthen kiln should be built to roast the local chicken, but because of the situation of the river beach at this time, the construction of the earthen kiln was allowed.

Therefore, Rong Ling chose to wrap the chicken in tin foil, and then wrapped a layer of soil on the river beach on the outside of the tin foil, and immediately began to bake it on the fire after wrapping it.

As the temperature of the flame roasts on the soil, the soil transmits the heat to the native chicken wrapped inside. Because of the simplicity of seasoning, the aroma that comes out is the aroma of the chicken itself.

This smell has a meaty aroma, so that everyone who has been busy all day can smell it, and the gluttonous worms in their stomachs begin to make trouble.

"Oh my God, this smells so good."

"This Rong Ling used to be a chef, right? I didn't expect that the people were beautiful and the food was so fragrant. ”

The staff who were filming, listening to the crackling sound of the wrapped local chicken being roasted by the fire, couldn't help but swallow saliva frequently, and everyone praised Rong Ling, a newcomer, no one expected that this newcomer actually hid such strength.

I can't help but look forward to the moment when the improved version of the earthen kiln chicken is baked.

"Oops, I'm hungry when it smells." Zhou Mengting, who was sitting in front of the tent, rubbed her stomach and ran with the program team for a day, she was really hungry.

Wang Shuang was still haunted by what had just happened, she gave Rong Ling, who was cooking, a roll of her eyes, and said disdainfully: "It's just smelling the fragrance, and I don't know how to eat it." Anyway, I don't eat it, I brought a bento, and I'll eat mine in a while, do you want to join me? ”

Wang Shuang's sudden invitation surprised Zhou Mengting. But in terms of the distance of the relationship, it is naturally that she and Wang Shuang are closer, after all, they are sisters in the same company, and this face still has to be given.

What's more, just now Rong Ling actually let herself peel garlic with her beloved nails, and it would be too spineless to let her eat Rong Ling's cooking at this time.

So, Zhou Mengting nodded and agreed, and before she knew it, the two sisters reached an agreement.

And Li Zhi and Zhuang Hao, the two seniors in the circle, don't care, they come to shoot the show to put on a show, and they will eat two bites of the cooked meal no matter what.

Of course, they also asked the staff to prepare a boxed lunch in case of emergency.

After all, I came to record the show, and it looks good when I record it, as for whether it is really eating and living, how can the audience know.

But at this time, Rong Ling is focused on the cooking of food, as an imperial chef, treating every dish sincerely is her most basic professional bottom line, and she must ensure that every dish she makes must be full of color, flavor, and flavor.

Otherwise, if there is a slight mistake, you will be killed in the Dajing Dynasty.

"Quack, quack—"

"Goo-goo-"

Nearly an hour later, Rong Ling's red date rice porridge and improved version of the earthen kiln chicken were finally completed.

"It's time to eat!"

Rong Ling called the other four guests to the table, and she brought the roasted earthen kiln chicken and beat the hot soil outside with a stick. As a result of the heat, the soil has dried up into lumps and crumbled when you hit it hard.

However, the whole chicken wrapped in it was wrapped in mud and tin foil, and the water was all locked, and although the skin was a little charred, the meat was tender and juicy.

This kind of earthen kiln chicken looks like it is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and every time Rong Ling tears off a piece of chicken, there is juice flowing down, and the heat with the aroma of meat comes out, which is simply mouth-watering.

"Come, everyone eat first, and I'll serve you porridge. This porridge must be eaten with chicken, it will taste even better. ”

Rong Ling smiled and picked up the bowl, ready to start serving porridge, suddenly, a hand stretched out from the oblique side, snatched the bowl in her hand, and said in a deep voice: "Come on, you've been busy for so long, go sit down." ”

Hearing the sound, Rong Ling raised his head, and the person who came over turned out to be Li Zhi. As a senior in the circle, although Li Zhi is nearly forty years old, he is well maintained and looks more like a sunny boy.

Although Rong Ling doesn't chase many dramas on weekdays, she once watched Li Zhi's idol dramas, and at that time, she was also popular among thousands of girls.

Such a powerful senior actually wanted to help her serve porridge at this time, but Rong Ling was a little flattered.

"Brother Zhi, let's come with me, this porridge is very hot." Rong Ling politely wanted to take the bowl back, but Li Zhi still insisted.

"Xiaoling, just let Li Zhisheng, he can't be idle."

Ying Hao sat at the table and joked to the two people who grabbed the bowl, and after listening to Ying Hao's words, although Rong Ling felt embarrassed, he still withdrew his hand.

After a few minutes, all the cameras are ready to be in place, the dishes are ready, and the real picnic begins.

"Xiao Ling, your chicken is so good! Where did you learn it? Ying Hao took a bite of the earthen kiln chicken, and the juice of the chicken lingered between the lips and teeth in his mouth, which was definitely the greatest satisfaction for his taste buds. Unable to help it, he clipped another piece.

"Well, this chicken is really good, it's amazing, eat such delicious chicken by the river, enjoy it."

Li Zhi was also full of praise, with an intoxicated expression on his face, and at this moment, the recording staff was even more hungry and unbearably hungry, and their saliva was gluttonous.

Because Zhou Mengting and Wang Shuang had an agreement, they didn't plan to eat Rong Ling's cooking. But this shot is in front, and the two of them can only perform an expectant expression, and put a piece of chicken in their mouths.

But it was this mouthful, Zhou Mengting and Wang Shuang glanced at each other, and they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts: "Damn, it's so fragrant." ”