The steaming heat of the bonfire added a little warmth to this quiet cold night for no reason. A few are full

Several bamboo tubes filled with ingredients are being placed on wooden stands, licking by tongues of fire.

Time passes as slowly as water......

The group of people just sat quietly around the campfire, only Nalu Erfeng was a little impetuous, constantly wandering back and forth in the forest - he was originally greedy, after tasting yesterday's called flower chicken, it was like opening the door to a new world.

He could no longer suppress his urge for food, his eyes shining, staring at the bamboo tubes that were still being stewed.

Lin Chong, who was sitting on the side, was slowly taking out the dry cake that was already a little hard from his arms and silently stuffed it into his mouth......

This dry cake that has been weathered by wind and frost has been stored for I don't know how many days, it is not easy to dry in the mouth, and it was chewed for a long time, and finally Lin Chong stuffed it back into his arms with little interest, and let out a long sigh.

It is difficult to go from luxury to frugality, perhaps only Lin Chong himself knows, what is he looking forward to?

And Gao Yu was still the same unfathomable appearance, looking at Feng Shiyan and Shi Qian, who were noisy from time to time, and fell into contemplation again......

……

"You believe me, that's all!"

"That's not going to work, is it?"

"No problem, that's all!"

In the end, it was Feng Shiyan who made an arbitrary decision and gave the method of making this dark dish. Even if the time was obstructed, he couldn't convince Feng Shiyan to give up his terrible idea.

After all, in terms of cooking, Feng Shiyan has more say than him. He could only smile bitterly, reluctantly accepted Feng Shiyan's arrangement, and hummed and came back with a lot of bamboo tubes.

Feng Shiyan thought to himself, it was still similar to the bamboo tube rice, but the ingredients were a little darker - mixing chicken with raspberries to give it a sweet and sour taste! Somewhat similar to Gollum meat.

All of this is based on his judgment as a chef who handles the ingredients......

When he picked them before, Feng Shiyan had already tasted the taste of these raspberries: they were sweet and sour, and only a few of them could fill the entire mouth, which was very domineering.

But then again, at least until now, the ingredients Feng Shiyan saw in this world were very different from the similar ingredients in the original world.

This difference is not only reflected in their shapes and forms, but also in their tastes, which are much stronger than in the original world.

This also added a lot of room for Feng Shiyan to play.

……

In this way, according to Feng Shiyan's train of thought, the two began to get busy again.

Put the whole pieces of chicken into the bamboo tube one by one, and then stuff the raspberries into the gap between the chickens in turn to fill them.

Originally, Feng Shiyan was still thinking about whether to add a little water to it to prevent the burnt paste that might occur after the roasting. Later, I thought about it, the raspberry in this world itself contains abundant water, if you add water to it, it may dilute its taste, and after weighing it again, I will give up.

Finally, the mouth of the bamboo tube is covered with a few leaf petals, and then the openings of the bamboo tubes are tightly sealed with yellow mud and water - the prototype of the so-called bamboo tube chicken is also beginning to appear.

The two glanced at each other, but they were inevitably a little apprehensive in their hearts, and they didn't know if this experimental dish would be able to succeed in the end?

……

When the two of them walked slowly with more than ten bamboo tubes, this picture was still quite impactful.

If you want to blame, you can only blame the size of this chicken is too huge, even if more than ten bamboo tubes are exhausted, it can only be enough to fill the remaining chicken nuggets with a rough idea, and the remaining bones or fragments are all wrapped in a leaf petal by Feng Shiyan and brought to the bonfire together.

At this time, the chicken soup stewed on the stand was already gurgling and tumbling, which provoked Lu Erfeng on the side to gradually feel a little uncontrollable desire.

Feng ...... Master Feng, this chicken ...... Is it ready to eat? Lu Erfeng's eyes lit up and he stammered and asked.

If he is in front from time to time, Feng Shiyan has already seen his ruthless side with his own eyes, and he can't wait to be a cute man.

So he patiently explained to him: "If you want to eat it at this time, it is not unavoidable, but the taste is still completely dissipated, and it may not be much different from ordinary boiled chicken." ”

The meaning of refusal in his words was obvious, so Lu Erfeng could only suppress the urgency in his heart and continue to wait patiently.

At this time, Feng Shiyan and Shi Qian were busy again.

First, the embers in the bonfire were removed, more than ten bamboo tubes were stuffed into the depths of the charcoal fire, and then the charcoal fire that had been set aside before was tightly wrapped in order to make them heat more evenly...... There is also a purpose of this, that is, to better promote the bamboo fragrance contained in the bamboo.

When everything was ready, everyone suddenly smelled a wisp of leisurely bamboo and began to slowly escape from the campfire.

Lu Erfeng, who had been squatting on the side, took a few puffs with his nose, and suddenly felt refreshed, and the longing in his eyes was flourishing, and he couldn't wait to get up.

His stupid appearance couldn't help but Feng Shiyan couldn't help but laugh dumbly, so he stopped hanging him, and casually climbed a branch from a tree next to him that looked quite clean, and came to the bonfire to see what kind of color this simple version of the mushroom stewed chicken was.

The chicken soup in the bamboo tube is slightly shiny, and the whole is a clear and pale yellow soup color.

Large slivers of fat float lightly on top of the soup, and through the surface, you can see the boiling white chicken and the lacquered shiitake mushrooms.

After a long period of roasting, the lower end of the bamboo tube has become pitch black, while the upper end is still bright green, and from time to time the bamboo juice is pouring out and steaming in the fire - this is also the origin of the bamboo aroma diffused in the forest, which makes people intoxicated!

Feng Shiyan picked up the branch that had just been folded, and gently stirred up the soup, the fat precipitation floating on it was punctured like bubbles, and the chicken and mushrooms in the lower layer were constantly colliding, circling, and rising with agitation......

At the same time, there is also a strong aroma that was firmly locked by the oil film before.

At first glance, it seems to moisturize things silently, but the aroma of chicken and bamboo blends together, forming a good smell.

But the aroma of shiitake mushrooms that followed further accelerated the fusion of various scents, and finally formed a brand new flavor that everyone present had never smelled!

Gao Yu, who was sitting at the top, suddenly opened his eyes wide...... Feng Shiyan in front of him seemed to appear with a layer of fog, but he could always surprise him repeatedly.

A craving began to grow from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't wait to taste the taste of that chicken soup!

Seeing that it didn't take much effort to easily insert the tree trunk into the chicken, Feng Shiyan knew that this dish should be almost there. It's just that at this time, there is still only one process left - seasoning.

It's not a lot, you only need to add a little saltiness to it, and you can achieve this soup, a qualitative leap.

Looking at Erfeng, who was still eyeing the side, Feng Shiyan leaned in and asked in a low voice, "Lu Zhuangshi...... Do you have table salt with you? ”

"Table salt?" Erfeng, who had never experienced fireworks, was a little stunned for a while, and seemed to have no idea what Feng Shiyan was talking about.

At this time, Gao Yu, who had been sitting next to him, spoke: "Erfeng, take it to Master Feng." ”

I saw him silently take out a bag from his arms, and then take out an object wrapped in layers of oiled paper from it.

Lu Erfeng hurriedly ran forward to pick it up and handed it to Feng Shiyan. Feng Shiyan opened it and took a look, only to find that under this layer of oil paper, there were some snow-white crystal solid precipitates.

In today's parlance, it's coarse salt.

That's it...... Do you want to be densely wrapped? Even Mrs. Gao seems to treat this as a treasure?

Feng Shiyan shook his head, not knowing what to say.

Because the salt cubes of coarse salt are large in crystals, and the saltiness is not as easy to control as the current refined salt, Feng Shiyan just cautiously twisted some with two fingers and put it into the soup.

The snow-white crystal soon melted into the whole soup, and a faint salty and umami flavor began to emerge with the steaming of the soup.

It's a much-desired flavor, and the meaty aroma is getting more and more sultry with the help of this salty and fresh taste.

Feng Shiyan knew that this dish was truly done!