Chapter Forty-Eight: Jelly Chicken
Now they are all drooling, especially the eldest brother in charge of the eldest brother's family, the most fine, with a group of younger brothers and sisters pestering Aunt Rong and saying: "Milk ~ milk ~ Aunt Six said it is delicious, you have to do it." ”
Guan Chibei stood and said lightly: "Do it!" It costs a lot of material, and the seasoning is not enough for me to go hunting. ”
Aunt Rong: "......"
Ye Lumi: "......" what kind of modern tone.
Aunt Rong had no choice but to do it.
After marinating the chicken, prepare ingredients such as green onions, ginger, garlic, and ingredients, heat it in a large pot, add oil, and fry the chives, ginger, and garlic first, and the whole pot is already fragrant.
Put in the freshest chicken and fry, copy until the surface of the chicken turns golden brown, the pheasant is quite fat, the chicken fat is sizzling, the meat is slightly burnt, a violent smell of burnt meat has been domineering at this time, the whole housekeeper's kitchen is fragrant, not to mention, the tempting fragrance has come out of the village again.
A group of radish heads drooled, their faces were eager, and the half-grown Sanmao said anxiously by the stove: "A stir-fried chicken has been prepared!" Milk ~ Milk! It's time to eat! ”
If Ye Weiwei heard this, he would definitely squirt it out on the spot, did you housekeepers all brush Station B and say, isn't it?!
Aunt Rong couldn't cry or laugh, and kicked the children, "Go, go out of the house, don't make trouble here." ”
A group of children were kicked out, and they poured into Ye Xiaoxiao's house to see their younger brothers. Ye Luan happened to have the pastries that Guan Chibei bought a few days ago, and the weather has been getting cold recently, so it can't be broken, so he just took it out and shared it with the children.
"Wow!" With a bang, a room full of children were happily eating pastries.
In fact, the gel chicken is indeed almost ready, and it doesn't take much trouble.
The chicken is fried until golden brown, and after the chicken fat is fried, the chicken is so firm that even the chicken farts are tightly contracted, and it sticks to the meat, which is very attractive to look at. Add the fried green onions, ginger and garlic, and then pour a circle of wine.
"Zila-" sounded, and a layer of white gas filled the entire pot, followed by a thick and thick fragrance that rushed to people's noses as if they wanted to hook their noses.
Adjust the taste a little, look at the soy sauce and sugar to put it properly, cover the lid, simmer until the juice is collected, and put down a few green onions when it comes out of the pot, and it's done.
The whole butler's yard was filled with a domineering aroma......
The whole housekeeper was so hungry that he drooled, and outside the housekeeper, most of the people in the village kept swallowing saliva, and everyone seemed to have drifted away from the housekeeper.
"Ouch...... It's terrible, when did the housekeeper really start, the cooking is so fragrant, the fragrance is real, I can't sit down when their family opens every day......"
"Of course it's fragrant, the housekeeper's six sons will hunt, you forgot? Can you cook meat every day? ”
"I'm envious of the dead person, the men of the housekeeper have been a lot stronger when they go out recently, I have seen ......"
Among them, Aunt Tian took her son Tiewa back from the village, just past the housekeeper, and smelled the fragrance that entered people's hearts.
Aunt Tian's face suddenly turned cloudy, and her son Tiewa's saliva flowed down all of a sudden, and she couldn't stop it, and a waterfall flowed all over the placket.
"Mother, it's so fragrant! It smells so good! It's meat, I'm going to eat it! ”
Tiewa's half-year-old child is not sensible at all, and he was taught a bit of a tiger by Aunt Tian, who is Aunt Tian, what is her son taught to be, Tiewa immediately shook off Aunt Tian's hand, couldn't scream, rushed up and was about to break into the housekeeper's courtyard door to find food.