"You're welcome, I still have to trouble Zhou Niangzi to prepare two smaller pots."

"Is two enough?"

Zhou Niangzi had no intention of getting to the bottom of it at all, but asked earnestly, and finally took three or four pots of different sizes.

Soon, the big stove was ready, the cauldron was also supported, and the small pot that Qin Zhi wanted to use was also supported.

In ancient times, there were relatively few stir-frying, and the oil was not as much as in later generations, and it was mainly steamed and roasted, so these pots were relatively thick.

When everything was ready, Zhou Niangzi was very discerning and led people to retreat.

Since there is no need to wait for idle people, the errand of burning the fire fell on Cheng Qi's head.

"If you don't want to burn it, I'll find Zhou Niangzi to find someone to come over."

Qin Zhi asked him, in fact, she didn't let people see it, mainly because she thought that someone was an eyesore in front of her.

Cheng Qi waved his hand, "No need, but you have to get some delicious food to make up for me." ”

With outsiders here, how can you speak so freely.

Gotta wait here.

As for this little request, Qin Zhi didn't bother to respond.

took a large wooden basin, Qin Zhi picked up five or six chickens and threw them in, and picked some salt and ginger at random

The cooking wine was pickled or something, and it was put aside.

If you make another pot of pickling, it's almost twelve or thirteen, well, since you promised others, the number is naturally enough.

The method of roasting chicken is roughly to marinate it, fry it in oil, and then marinate it.

There is roast chicken in this world, but the method is relatively rough, and the ingredients are not as abundant as in later generations.

Looking at Qin Zhi's simple and rude pickled chicken technique, Cheng Qi sweated profusely on his forehead.

"You're not going to put on a show?"

Why don't you rub your hands together? Just sprinkle material in the air?

"Isn't that what you're doing?"

Qin Zhi replied with an innocent face.

Well, you have a point, I'm speechless!

Cheng Qi closed his mouth in amusement.

"For the sake of your hard work, what do you want to eat?"

Qin Zhi asked.

"You can do it, it's all right!"

"Braised pork? Yellow braised chicken? ”

Qin Zhi said, okay, it's her greed.

Cheng Qi's eyes lit up, and he nodded again and again, "You can have these!" ”

The rice just now was so choking, and those dry and tasteless barbecues really didn't eat at all.

Qin Zhi picked two fat and thin hens, and she still had to use them to make soup, and the soup was sweeter.

Don't worry about greasy, you can only worry about the lack of oil and water these days.

There is lard, vegetable oil is also available, but it is sesame oil, as for rapeseed oil and peanut oil or something, it seems that there are no yet, but Qin Zhi saw the figure of peanuts.

In her time, it seemed that these sesame peanuts and peanuts that were squeezed for oil were all foreign, and they were available after the Han Dynasty, but some of them were not squeezed out of oil until after the Ming and Qing dynasties.

Sure enough, there are business opportunities if there is a difference in information, and these can be slowly added up in the future, and they are all high-quality projects that make money every day!

Mrs. Zhou also prepared some pork, some fat and some lean, and of course there was also pork belly, which was the best to use to make braised pork.

However, don't worry, let's boil the chicken soup first.

Qin Zhi found a cutting board, took a kitchen knife, raised the knife in her hand, and cut the chicken into pieces about the width of two fingers with a few clicks.

Put the small pot on the stove, heat it on a high heat, cut a piece of fat pork the size of a palm, cut it into small pieces one finger thick, and throw it into the pot.

The pot was too thick, she cut the meat quickly, and after cutting the meat, the water vapor in the pot had not yet boiled dry.

Scoop half a spoonful of water into it and slowly boil the fatty meat.

She boiled another small pot and started to heat it.

Cheng Qi couldn't help but be surprised when he saw that her movements were quick and rhythmic, and she didn't look like a new hand at all.

"Hey, you used to be a cook?"

"It's not."

"Then why are you so quick with cooking?"

"Do more."

"Do you cook a lot?"

"Okay?"

"Where did you learn it?"

"Online."

"Hey, why are you so good today?"

"Hmm."

"Hey......"

……

Qin Zhi had almost done the preparations, picked up another piece of pig stick bone, put it on the cutting board, raised the knife in his hand, and directly cut it into two pieces, and then looked up at Ding Cheng Qi calmly.

Cheng Qizheng asked energetically, and was shocked by the sound of chopping bones, and couldn't help touching his chin bone, and laughed dryly.

"That...... How's the firepower? ”

The person who knows the times is Junjie, and Cheng Qi stopped talking without hesitation.

The firewood under the pot is burning brightly.

"Take back some of the firewood from here and burn it to the cauldron."

successfully made Cheng Qi end his chatter, and Qin Zhi asked him to adjust the fire.

Half a pot of water is filled into the cauldron, and it will take a while to heat it on high heat.

In the pot where the oil was just refined, the fat meat had turned into oil residue, floating on the oil, Qin Zhi took out all the oil residue, sprinkled a little salt and shook it a few times, and it became a crispy and delicious snack, she couldn't help but just put a piece in her mouth and chewed it.

There is also a residual heat of oil residue, crispy and fragrant, and it is full of aroma when you chew it, and it goes straight to the Tianling cover.

This thing is an irresistible taste for many people, and Qin Zhi is also one of them.

Cheng Qi saw that she was eating well, so he also reached out and took a piece, and when he ate it, his eyes widened.

"Delicious!"

"You haven't eaten this?"

Cheng Qi smiled, "It seems that I haven't eaten it yet." ”

Qin Zhi glanced at him more.

No one in the two lives has ever eaten this kind of thing, so to speak, Cheng Qi has a very good background in this life or the previous life.

Heat another small pot, put salt in it, fry until it turns yellow, scoop the freshly burned lard into it, almost enough to fry the meat of two chickens, and then pat a piece of ginger and throw it in, put two grass fruits, three star anise, and see that the oil temperature is about the same, then pour the chicken pieces that have just been chopped and controlled the moisture into it, and stir-fry vigorously.

"Don't you need to fly water?"

Cheng Qi was curious.

Flying water is blanching, that is, passing meat or something through boiling water, scalding away the blood and removing the fish.

"Do you know anything about Feishui?"

"Hehe, I've seen it in a book."

"No, stir-fry."

Although this pot is thick, it has the benefit of being thick, and it takes time to heat the pot, but the temperature rises high, and it is very powerful to stir-fry meat and vegetables.

The chicken immediately changed color as soon as it was cooked, and the skin was already basically cooked after a few stir-frying, and then continued to fry until the surface was slightly browned, and the aroma of the chicken was also exuded, Qin Zhi took a few scoops of hot water from the cauldron, and the water did not pass the chicken, originally boiling water was the best, but the cauldron was too slow to boil water.

I took a lid and lid the pot, waited for the soup to boil, and withdrew a few more firewoods, and the high heat that had just been stir-fried turned to low heat, which is most suitable for slow cooking.

"The fire in this pot doesn't need to be too big, it won't go out."

"Can chicken soup still boil like this?"

Cheng Qi said it was an eye-opener.

There are many ways to boil chicken soup, some can be boiled like clear water, without a little oil star, or like Qin Zhi, stir-fry and then add water to boil, if the chicken is fresh and tender, and even the water can be boiled out of the pot, the chicken is firm and flavorful, and the chicken soup is also fragrant, but it must be a firewood stove to control the heat, and the chicken soup flavor is corrected.

This pot is for a few dolls, so Qin Zhi changed the heat to low heat and simmered slowly, otherwise if it was changed to medium heat, it would almost be out of the pot in half an hour.

The water in the cauldron was half full, and it continued to boil, Qin Zhi added lard and sesame oil to the small pot that had just finished refining the oil, and prepared to start frying the chicken.