"You two get started, I can't wait."

Hearing the introduction of the two people, Zhou Tianhao, who served as the judge, opened his mouth happily, with a look of expectation on his face.

Shen Qian's delicacy, called "Caged Rabbit", uses new spices that he has never tried before, and it is estimated that the method is not simple, which makes him look forward to it inexplicably.

And Qin Lang's side is not to mention, just the origin of "called Hua Chicken" allusion makes him extremely interested, and at the same time there is a kind of admiration.

He and Qin Lang are both from Tianhua Prefecture, but he has never heard of the story of Huaji, it seems that this teenager younger than himself has more experience in food than himself, no wonder the other party's cooking skills are so good.

"No problem!" Shen Qian responded with a grin, then knelt on the soft grass, took out a knife and began to carefully cut off the epidermis of the branches.

Because it is a young branch, the branch in Shen Qian's hand is not forked, it is slender and tough, and it will not break if it is easily bent.

When the pink skin is peeled away, the inside of the branches has a peculiar blood-red color, which is where the tree gets its name.

A somewhat strange fragrance emanated from the blood-red interior, making Shen Qian show a satisfied look.

That's the taste!

Soon, the bundle of branches that he had just collected was all concocted by Shen Qian in the same way, turning into a bundle of blood-red branches.

Then, Shen Qian began to deal with the hares.

On the other side, Qin Lang was also busy.

But what he was doing was completely different from Shen Qian.

Putting the pheasant and shore lotus grass aside casually, Qin Lang walked around the creek and quickly collected a large amount of moist soil by the stream.

"You are..."Looking at Qin Lang who was walking with dirt in his hand, the corners of Zhou Tianhao's mouth twitched slightly.

Soon, however, he noticed that the corners of his mouth twitched early.

Because Qin Lang sat casually on the grass, took a small pot, and directly began to play with the mud.

It may be a little inaccurate to say that it is playing with mud, but it should be said that Qin Lang is kneading this lump of mud with a technique similar to kneading dough, and at the same time removing small particles of stones and other debris from it.

But it's still a mess of mud?!

Zhou Tianhao was stunned.

Shen Qian, who noticed the situation on Qin Lang's side, was also stunned, and the knife that killed the rabbit trembled.

After kneading the soil thoroughly and making sure that there was no debris in it, Qin Lang leaned in and sniffed it.

There was the smell of earth on his face, and there was no peculiar smell, which made Qin Lang nod with satisfaction.

The delicacy called flower chicken also has certain requirements for soil.

If there are too many microorganisms and the odor caused by fermentation, even the barrier of lotus leaves may affect the chicken.

Of course, it would be better if there was a certain special fragrance on this basis.

Some of the more particular ones are called flower chickens, and the soil often chooses the sealing mud of the old wine, which has been infiltrated by the aroma of the wine for many years, and naturally has a trace of wine fragrance.

Qin Lang couldn't find such soil, but if it was just the smell of wine, he still had a way.

"Egg Baby, Spitfire!"

Qin Lang handed the pot with the soil to the egg treasure.

Knowing this, Danbao quickly used the fluctuation of his thoughts to control the soil in the basin to levitate in the air, and then adjusted the fire to roast it.

The water absorbed by the soil by the stream evaporated quickly under the scorching flame, and the soil that could still be squeezed out with a slight force became dry at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally completely crushed into soil powder with a slight force.

Zhou Tianhao and Shen Qian still didn't understand what Qin Lang was going to do, and the latter simply put the hare aside, planning to see what medicine Qin Lang was selling in the gourd first.

When the soil powder is returned to the pot, Qin Lang adds stream water and a small amount of rice wine, and begins to knead it again, as if kneading dough to let it absorb water and re-condense into a ball.

Drying and then rubbing again not only incorporates the aroma of the sake, but also kills microorganisms in the soil with high temperatures, while keeping the moisture of the soil within the desired range.

Kill three birds with one stone.

Of course, such a step is even more outrageous in the eyes of Zhou Tianhao and Shen Qian.

It's just playing with the mud, and you even have to add wine to the mud.

What's the matter, seasoning?

"That's... We're not going to eat dirt, are we? Zhou Tianhao said tremblingly.

"No, of course soil is not for eating." Qin Lang was dumbfounded and gave Zhou Tianhao a dose of reassurance.

After disposing of the soil, Qin Lang put it aside, and then began to process the pheasant.

Bloodletting, hair and gutting, after handling the pheasant, wash it, fill the chicken's belly with some spices and shiitake mushrooms, carefully wrap it in three layers with washed shore lotus grass, and finally tie it tightly with hemp rope.

It wasn't until Qin Lang covered the soil outside the shore lotus grass that Zhou Tianhao and Shen Qian saw some clues.

It turned out that the soil was used to wrap the chickens, and there was a layer of shore lotus grass between the two.

As a plant that can be dried and brewed, it is of course possible to use it for cooking, not only that, but Qin Lang also filled the chicken belly with spices and mushrooms.

In this way, if you heat up this ordinary-looking mud ball...

The two of them, who are not low in cooking skills, have already thought about what will happen next.

The soil can't penetrate the chicken through the shore lotus grass, but the flavor of the wine can, and the soil dries out and hardens when heated, sealing everything inside.

In this case, the smell of shore lotus grass permeates the chicken along with the flavor of the various ingredients in the belly of the chicken...

Before Qin Lang started cooking, the two of them were about to drool.

What's even more surprising is the inspiration that comes from this approach.

Since the shore lotus can wrap the chicken, it can naturally wrap other ingredients, the shore lotus grass and spices can be replaced with other things, and even the soil on the outside can be adjusted according to different situations.

It's a new way of thinking.

"Looks like I'm going to have to show some real skills, too!" Shen Qian had a bit of seriousness in her eyes, and quickly lowered her head to deal with the half-processed hare.

Qin Lang's remaining steps, there is no need to look at them, they are nothing more than the control of the fire, this is experience, there is not much reference significance.

And there are still a lot of processes required for the "caged rabbit" she wants to do.

Peeled off and eviscerated, the washed hare was put aside by Shen Qian, and she picked up the blood-red branch that had just been peeled off the skin and weaved it neatly.

Soon, a small and beautiful cage made of tree branches was ready, with the hare just enough to hold and hold it tightly, and there was a small hook at the very top of the cage to make it easy to hang the whole cage.

Shen Qian found a hard, bifurcated branch, fixed the cage, and then leaned over to the fire that had already been lit on the side, and began to roast with a smile, "Qin Lang, I'm faster than you... What are you doing?! ”

"Hey!"

Qin Lang wiped the non-existent sweat on his head, and looked at the pit dug by the egg treasure on the ground with satisfaction, "I'm going to start a fire and start cooking!" ”

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