Qi Lele didn't see the unnatural look on Xie Zi'an's face, and she didn't know Su Yi's inner complaint, she was dealing with chicken blood at this moment.

The chicken blood in the soup basin has already coagulated, take a knife and cut it into pieces, and then put some water in the soup basin and rinse it slightly.

When the water in the pot is boiling hot but not boiling, scoop up the chopped chicken blood and put it in to blanch, then switch to low heat, try to maintain this water temperature, and cook until it is cooked thoroughly.

This is the method that grandma used to use, and the chicken blood that comes out in this way is more tender.

Taking advantage of this effort, Qi Lele cut some diced chicken, lean pork, bamboo shoots and mushrooms, heated the lard, put in chopped green onions and ginger slices and stir-fried until fragrant, and finally added the prepared diced meat, bamboo shoots, and mushrooms to fry and cooked, and let it cool out of the pot for later use.

Take the chicken that has been coated with seasoning before, and use the back of the knife to break the wings, leg bones and shin bones with dark force, so as not to damage the chicken skin and ensure that the chicken skin of the whole chicken is intact.

Then turn out the dried lotus leaves that I bought earlier and soak them in water.

After the bits and pieces of preparation were done, the chicken blood should almost be cooked, Qi Lele took out a piece and cut it and looked at it, the color was the same inside and out, it was already cooked, and she was busy scooping up everything in the pot.

Xie Zi'an looked at the dark brown chicken blood: "That's good?"

"It's cooked, but it's not eaten like this." Qi Lele glanced at him, didn't miss the disgust in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Although the appearance is average, but when I make it, the taste is still very good, you can taste it."

"I don't like that."

"It's not a picky eater!" Qi Lele packed up the food, washed his hands, and said, "Okay, let's go find some yellow mud."

Xie Zi'an was really puzzled: "Why do you use yellow mud to make food?"

"Because later, you have to wrap the chicken in mud and bury it in the soil to roast it."

Tse Tsz-on: "......"

Wrap the chicken in mud and bury it in the soil?

Can the chicken still be eaten?

Who came up with this weird way to eat!

Qi Lele was stunned to see the extreme resistance in his heart from his expressionless face, and couldn't help laughing: "Isn't there a layer of lotus leaves in the middle? It's a big deal, I'll wrap two layers to make sure the chicken is clean!"

"Actually, it's really nothing, think about it, the wine jar is also sealed with yellow mud, isn't the sesame paste we make too?"

Xie Zi'an looked at her sparkling eyes, sighed secretly in his heart, and finally compromised: "It's good if you like it."

After that, he ordered Su Yi, who was watching the show outside the door, "Go get some yellow mud."

Su Yi responded and slipped away quickly, lest he be angered.

As for the chicken wrapped in yellow mud, he is a person who has even eaten fried insects, and he still cares about yellow mud?

After a while, Su Yi brought the yellow mud: "This is the yellow mud pulled down from my father's wine jar, do you think it's okay?"

Qi Lele's eyes lit up, he leaned over and sniffed it, and sure enough, he smelled a faint aroma of wine: "Yes! This yellow mud is the most suitable!"

With the yellow mud, Qi Lele carefully stuffed the cooled diced meat ingredients into the belly of the chicken, and then carefully wrapped it in lotus leaves.

In order to make Xie Zi'an feel at ease, she also deliberately wrapped each chicken with two layers of lotus leaves.

Then, grind the wine jar mud into powder, mix it with some water, and spread it flat on a damp cloth.

Put the bundled chicken in the middle of the wet cloth with mud, lift the corners of the wet cloth, wrap the chicken tightly so that the mud is firmly glued, and then remove the wet cloth.

In just a few moments, there were several more yellow mud dumplings on the ground.

The last step is to bury it in the soil and roast it.

Now they couldn't toss in the courtyard anymore, and the three of them went outside the courtyard.

Dig a shallow round pit, wrap the yellow mud balls wrapped in chickens one by one, and then build a bonfire in the empty space in the middle.

"This fire is lit, why don't we grill a few more fish?"

"Very good!"

Finally there's something to eat!

When Geng Dafeng came over, he bumped into Xie Zi'an head-on

Picture of a fish.

In the past, the eldest son, who was high above and did not touch his body, is now competing with a few fish with his sleeves, and the clothes on his body are a little more wrinkled and messy, and even the tips of his hair are dyed a little wet.

Even so, he still had a little smile on his face, and beside him was the young lady who smiled and smiled.

It's a really impactful image.

Geng Dafeng once again deeply understood what Liu Chengbin meant that day, the eldest son became a parent, it was indeed different, and there was a little more fireworks on his body.

Smack.

It's the sound of a fish being fished out and falling to the ground.

Geng Dafeng came back to his senses suddenly, and hurriedly stepped over: "Eldest prince, come down!"

Xie Zi'an waved his hand, reached into the water tank again, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Geng Dafeng said: "A few subordinates discussed it and made a list of purchases, because the required items are too complicated, they are specially sent to the eldest prince and young lady for a look."

Qi Lele stretched out his hand, took the purchase list, looked at it carefully, and bowed: "We are going to the city again in the next two days, and we will buy the things on it at that time, can you wait?"

Geng Dafeng hurriedly said, "It's time to wait!"

"That's good."

Geng Dafeng answered, but his body didn't move.

Xie Zi'an glanced at him: "Anything else?"

Geng Dafeng's back was cold, and he hurriedly took out a stack of papers: "This is a few subordinates according to the eldest prince's recipe, discussed a few feed recipes, I don't know if it is suitable, and I ask the eldest prince to look at it."

"You can do it yourself, I just want the result."

Geng Dafeng understood and said, "Then the subordinates will retire first."

"Wait!" Qi Lele said, "I've roasted a few chickens, I'll let Su Yi send you two later, and you can cook one less dish for dinner."

Geng Dafeng was shocked and didn't dare to answer.

Xie Zi'an said, "The young lady's reward, and then it will follow."

Geng Dafeng bowed down and responded: "Young Mrs. Xie!"

It may not be a good thing for the eldest prince to change like this, at least he looks more popular, unlike before, it seems to be floating outside and not close to the mortal.

As for Qi Lele, the young lady, Geng Dafeng's attitude is more and more respectful.

Waiting for the people to walk away, Qi Lele couldn't help but take out the list again and look at it carefully, she knew most of the things on it, but some of them really hadn't heard of.

"What are these?"

"It's a nourishment." Xie Zi'an glanced closer: "Leave it to Uncle Su to do."

"Okay."

Su Yi was thinking about calling the flower chicken, and he kept standing by the campfire, turning the mud dumplings every once in a while.

Su Zhengtao saw him from a distance, he was so angry that he flew over, and drew his sword: "Don't you guard the eldest prince and the young lady, squatting here alone and playing in the mud?"

Su Yi dodged sideways: "It was the eldest prince who asked me to guard here!" Besides, isn't there still Daddy in the yard?"

When Qi Lele and Xie Zi'an came out with the fish, they happened to see their father and son fighting.

"Huh? Why didn't Uncle Su wear white today?"

Xie Zi'an was silent, but in his heart he was already planning to double the punishment of the father and son in front of him.