Also shocked was Yu Jianguo.

As a fellow hotel owner, he knows how difficult it can be to make the decision to forgo a high price in the best location. But such a restaurant has been done for decades. Even after the changes of the years, the inside is still hot and full of life.

He also seemed to understand why his daughter went around and finally chose such a place to stay.

"Okay, Daddy is with you!" He patted his daughter on the shoulder and laughed heartily.

Outside, there was still heavy snowfall, as if it wanted to wrap the city tightly with white snowflakes.

Two pairs of footprints, winding up, one large and one small, calm and firm. 、

I opened the door and lit a lamp as usual. No more, no less, just order one. Guide the direction for passers-by, and also show everyone: the hotel is open today.

In the back kitchen, Yu Jianguo looked at the somewhat simple and primitive operating table, and was at a loss.

Yu Jian skillfully lit a fire under the stove and lit the naan pit. Circles of flames swirled up along the peculiar patterns at the bottom of the pit, and when they reached a halt in mid-air, only the sporadic flames were left to go up. It was an eye-opener for Yu Jianguo.

"This is the tool for baking naan?" He curiously approached to observe, left and left, "This is better than our earthen oven!"

Yu Jian picked up the vegetables in the basket and smiled when she heard this: "This should be a relatively old oven, and we used it at that time......

Yu Jianguo was stunned.

Yu Jian was also stunned for a moment, then shrugged her shoulders, and looked away as if unintentionally, not wanting to see Yu Jianguo's expression.

"Ah Jian......" Yu Jianguo pursed his lips and licked the corners of his dry lips, "In me and your mother, you don't have to suppress yourself. We didn't tell anyone about you, and we didn't even know about Yu Yuan." This is very ridiculous after all, and the Yu family and his wife didn't plan to tell others, even Yu Jianping didn't tell him. The two of them want to keep this secret in their stomachs forever and keep a pair of children well.

His slightly flattering tone attracted Yu Jian's sideways, and she grinned and nodded, "Okay."

In the freezer are a number of palm-sized baby chickens, which are the main ingredient of large plates of chicken. But Yu Jianguo had a new idea, and he and his daughter were ready to make roast chicken.

"This kind of chicken is the best when grilled, fragrant and crispy, I guarantee that diners will not be willing to leave once they eat it!" He broke the thawed chicken in the middle, took out the internal organs and tossed them aside, and continued, "You can still fry hot and sour chicken offal with the rest......

When it comes to the kitchen, it's the world of father and daughter. Yu Jian nodded while listening, to a certain extent, she felt that Yu Jianguo was definitely not the kind of stupid bird with no talent as grandpa and himself said, on the contrary, he had his own unique views on the cooking of ingredients.

The chicken body is fixed with long wooden strips and brushed with translucent clear oil, at this time there is no need to put any seasoning, just enter the naan pit and let it be grilled. The tip of the flame just wanted to jump on the white chicken claws, and Yu Jianguo's eyes quickly turned the wooden bar. The flames burned lonely, and he could only continue to exert his strength angrily.

After a while, the aroma of chicken fills the entire kitchen. This is the most original aroma without any spices, just meat fat, elegant and indifferent, but impressive.

The proprietress woke up a little late today, still carrying the apples she had bought at the fruit stall the day before, ready to visit the patient. As soon as I came out of the community, I saw familiar lights.

She scolded, "What nonsense is this kid!" Quickened his pace and walked forward.

Layer by layer is scorching, and the surface of the chicken skin becomes more and more golden. Yu Jianguo put his head into his head, and was hit all over his face by the scorching heat.

He took two steps back, and under Yu Jian's worried gaze, he smiled, "This temperature ...... Yes!"

Why can't that, I didn't see that the hairline that had finally grown out was forced to be baked by the heat! But Yu Jian didn't dare to say this in front of him.

"Brook!" The proprietress came in from outside angrily, covered with snowstorm and cold, but she was so warm by the temperature of the back kitchen that she shut up for a while, and looked at the two people who looked a little like each other and turned their heads to look at her at the same time.

When the words came to his lips, he suddenly couldn't go on anymore.

Yu Jian smiled innocently and explained a little embarrassedly: "Boss, in fact, my name is Xiaoxi...... My real name is Yu Jian. This is my father, Yu Jianguo."

Yu Jianguo waved his hand at her, revealing his standard eight teeth.

The proprietress pursed her lips, her eyes kept spinning at the father and daughter, and she stomped her foot at the end: "I don't care what your name is!" Why don't you rest at home, what are you doing here? I can tell you, if I get sick again, I don't care, and it can't be considered a work injury—"

Yu Jian was amused by her pretending to be snarky and laughed, and took two steps forward to hold her hand: "That's not good, you can say it at that time, you will take care of me for the rest of my life!"

The proprietress glared: "That's to see you being lonely, and now that your parents have come to the door, you still want to rely on me?!" He tapped her head and pushed her away a bit. He sniffed and asked, "What did you father and son cook today?"

"Roast chicken!" Yu Jian answered her sweetly.

The chicken slowly flowed down the wooden strip with the fat on his body, and the moment he came out of the naan pit, the domineering huge incense gushed out and smashed Yu Jianguo in the clouds.

The roast chicken is slightly cooled, and it is time to disassemble. The tip of the knife only needs a slight force, and with a slight pull, the chicken leg is separated from the chicken, and the crispy and extremely tender fragrance permeates the entire restaurant.

The boy chickens that have been roasted over high fire have long been separated from the flesh and bones.

The meat is so tender that it drips, and the bones are so crispy that they crumble when you bite into it. Sprinkle with a layer of chili pepper and cumin powder, put a pinch of green onion and celery, grasp it well with your hands, and it is ready to serve.

In front of the proprietress there was a small plate of dismantled roast chicken quietly, not much of the goods, but Yu Jian thoughtfully put her favorite chicken legs.

She stretched out her head to look at the back kitchen, the curtain had regained its calm after a slight movement, and she took a deep breath, her nose full of spicy aroma.

"Stinky girl, I didn't hurt her in vain." She muttered something in a low voice and picked up her chopsticks.

Although it had been spray-roasted, the chicken was still golden and shiny, and she picked up the chicken thighs and took a small sip.

The meat is not woody, in the mouth it is eight points of tenderness and two points of strength, fresh with spicy, spicy and contains fresh, with the fragrance of hot fire, and does not lose the most essential fresh taste of poultry.

Even the chili noodles and cumin powder are just right, and one more point and one less point can definitely not achieve such a balanced taste.

Delicious!

These two words came to the mind of the proprietress infinitely. The chopsticks were also thrown away, and they went straight into their hands, the corners of their mouths were stained with oil, and they ate so crookedly-