The office hall of the Chef Guild has a digital wall. The walls are not high, but countless messages pass by every day.

This is the most famous wall of the Chefs Association.

Every day, countless chefs from every corner of the stars will come to the wall to unveil the list, complete tasks and redeem rewards. Easy tasks are white, and the more difficult the tasks, the brighter the colors.

And the tasks that are red at the top of the list wall are all released by the masters of the Interstellar Kitchen Association. Because almost no one can complete it, it is affectionately called the death red list by the staff of the kitchen association.

The last person who successfully unveiled the list appeared twenty years ago.

"You want to unveil the list?" The red-skinned uncle wearing thick-bottomed glasses looked at Mengwan, who was small and plump in front of him. "Which little girl came here to make trouble? Walk around ......."

"I'm not a little girl!" Mengwan said helplessly. "I'm really here to take over the list, the one who makes white-feathered broilers at the top."

"Are you still addicted? Do you want to take the master's list too? Let's go, let's go......" The red-skinned uncle frowned and kept waving his hand at Mengwan, signaling her to get out of here.

Where's the little girl? So unbelievable? Do you want to take the list of masters?

[Congratulations, you've made it to the charts.] List: 0001]

Taking advantage of the moment when the uncle was not paying attention, Mengwan rushed to the wall in three steps and two steps, and took off the blood-red first list on the wall.

"Little girl!" Uncle Redskin's face turned redder, and his eyes became more vicious when he looked at Mengwan.

"Let her try." A majestic voice came from the upper floor, and a woman appeared on the third floor at some point.

"Yes! President! The red-skinned uncle smiled smirkedly and nodded in the direction of the woman.

What is the origin of this little girl? Alarmed the Elder Adult? Uncle Redskin thought secretly.

If you successfully unveil the list, you should complete the task on the list. The task of the list is also very simple, that is, to make a natural food with white feather chickens.

The white-feathered chicken is the kind of little rooster that Meng Wan bought in the agricultural star, and the natural food is non-nutritious food.

"To prevent you from cheating, the ingredients are provided by the association. You'll also have to complete missions under the supervision of three S-Class chefs. A woman in a luxurious uniform appeared in front of Meng Wan, looking high, looking at Meng Wan's color with a little disdain and scrutiny.

Mengwan, who followed the woman to an open field, saw three people standing on the field.

"Someone unveiled Eddie's list of old madmen?" The fat man with the big belly twisted his beard, and his tone was very surprised.

"Three elders, the unveiler has been brought." The woman walked over and bowed respectfully to the three men.

"Just her?" The fat man took a look and saw Mengwan behind the woman.

The surprise on his face couldn't be concealed.

Is the girl in front of him an adult?

Small and delicate head, round goose egg face, curved eyebrows, big watery eyes, pink cheeks like freshly picked apples, fleshy lips fresh like the highest grade fresh peach in June.

The girl wearing a cultural shirt from the central night market, washed and faded jeans, and a pair of canvas shoes on her feet twisted her fingers around the edge of her clothes, looking particularly uneasy.

"Well...... It's an opportunistic one again. The fat man rubbed his beard, choked his mouth and rolled his eyes.

These masters of the Chef Guild have their own disciple seats, and it is the lifelong dream of all chefs in the stars to become their disciples.

The red list of death on the wall is a good stepping stone. You know, I want to meet the chef of the association. Even people from the five major families have to make an appointment years in advance.

I'm afraid that the girl's little abacus in front of me will come to naught. Eddie, that old madman, doesn't know which planet he ran to.

"Please get started." The woman's tone was cold and without a trace of emotion.

The robot brings up a cage of live chickens. The voice is loud, the wings are full, and the physique is strong. It's a good chicken at first glance!

Mengwan rolled up her sleeves and grabbed a good chicken with hypertrophied pectoral muscles from the cage with the momentum of covering her ears and stealing the bell.

Click twice, and the end of the chicken crows.

Is it so violent? The chicken's neck was twisted off like this? The four onlookers next to him kicked Mengwan with a frightened face.

Why are you looking at her like that? There was no blood. Mengwan carried the chicken wings and scratched her head in confusion.

What is the best thing to do with fresh live chicken?

People from different regions can give thousands of theories.

But in terms of the venue and the amount of ingredients here, Mengwan thinks it is only suitable for making a flower chicken.

A large open space, with only a desk with a sink. The huge venue didn't even prepare a pot.

"Can you give me some spices? Ginger and green onions are fine. Mengwan carried the breathless chicken and walked to the woman step by step.

She takes a step closer, and the woman takes a step back. The closer she is, the more the woman takes a step back. It seems that Mengwan is the god of death who harvests life in an interstellar fairy tale, and the chicken in Mengwan's hand is their end.

"Yes...... OK. Ginger and shallots? What more? The woman stumbled, as if she was about to burst into tears.

"Green onions, ginger, salt, lotus leaves. Is it okay to consume alcohol for me too? ”

"Okay."

The frightened woman is fast. Within a few minutes, the robot was pushing everything Mengwan wanted.

A large piece of ginger, a handful of shallots, a dish of salt, a lotus leaf, and a pot of edible alcohol.

It is called flower chicken is a famous food in the south of the Yangtze River. In the Changshu area, it is also called chemical chicken and simmered chicken.

It has a long history of being called flower chicken, and it is a special dish made by wrapping processed chicken in soil and lotus leaves, and baking it.

When Mengwan watched "Shooting the Condor" when she was a child, she longed for the flower chicken that Hong Qigong ate in the novel.

Break the neck of the chicken, and it will not bleed or shed its hair. Throw a small opening directly from the chicken butt and empty the chicken entrails. Simply wrap the unfettered chicken in mud. Set up a fire to burn the mud, and when the mud is hot, the chicken will be cooked.

When the mud is removed, the chicken feathers fall off.

This is the most primitive method of calling flower chicken, and it is also the most suitable for the current practice.

Purify the chicken and rinse the inside with water. Stuff the chicken belly with green onion and ginger knots, and rub the salt again.

Taking advantage of the pickling, Mengwan took out the memory metal and turned it into a shovel and began to dig the ground. It is best to use yellow mud for calling flower chickens, because yellow mud has better water absorption and thermal conductivity.

A pit more than three feet deep was dug into the ground, and a handful of hay and dead branches picked up nearby were added, and a fire was lit to warm it up.

The dug mud was evenly spread by Meng Wan with edible alcohol and evenly spread on the surface of the pickled chicken. In order to make the chicken dehairing a one-time success when it comes out of the oven, Mengwan carefully smeared the mud on each of the chicken's hair roots.

Then wrap the chicken wrapped in yellow mud with lotus leaves, pick up the fire, and Mengwan threw the lotus leaf bag into it. Then a large handful of firewood is thrown in and roasted over high heat.

In the air, the unique aroma of alcohol mixed with the fragrance of lotus leaves gradually spreads.

Listening to the sound to tell the doneness is one of the must-have skills of an experienced chef. Listening to the crackling sound in the fire, Mengwan knew that success or failure was here.