"It's called Flower Chicken."

"Well, can you ask, what are you laughing at?"

Lin Zhou was a little unconfident when they laughed at him.

He really hasn't encountered such a situation after setting up a stall for so long.

Most of them came to buy food normally, and occasionally someone recognized him, and they were just excited.

This kind of person can't stop laughing when he sees him, and it's the first time I've seen it.

The two girls also realized that this was a bit presumptuous.

Quickly apologize to the boss.

They really didn't pay attention, they were just unprepared, and when they saw the boss's appearance, they didn't collapse for a while.

"Boss, don't you see what you look like now?"

Lin Zhou touched his face suspiciously, no problem.

He shook his head.

Then one of the girls took out her mobile phone from her pocket, took off her gloves, clicked on the camera, and handed it to Lin Zhou.

Lin Zhou looked up at the camera.

Then he was unprepared to see the man with his face blackened.

Yes?

If it weren't for being in front of people, Lin Zhou was sure that he would have screamed directly.

So far, how can he be so embarrassed!

His face and body were blackened by the charcoal fire, and even his hair was no longer as soft as before, and he became frizzy and smoky.

Lin Zhou: ......

So he became like this because he kept squatting down and blowing fire?

thought that he had been calling flower chickens on the street for a long time with this face.

I still think I'm handsome, so I can't control the shame.

That's embarrassing, isn't it?

"I'm sorry for that, I didn't pay attention."

Don't ask, if you ask, you regret it.

If he comes out to set up a stall, he will experiment at home first, and he will not toss himself like this!

The key is this situation, how to deal with it now?

There is no place to clean up on the street, and if you continue to do it as a flower chicken, will it still be blackened?

Lin Zhou stood in the cold wind, looking at himself in the picture, very helpless.

"It's okay, it's okay, the boss has worked hard, how can you sell the chicken?"

The two girls were blackened when they saw that the boss was called a flower chicken, and they suddenly felt that it was not easy for the boss to blame.

"A 198."

Lin Zhou calculated the cost.

This is called the cost of a flower chicken, which is not low.

Not only is the cost of chicken high, but also the medicinal herbs and spices used in various marinades are not cheap, as well as muddy wine, mud, lotus leaves and other ingredients.

Calculating the cost and the production time, Lin Zhou felt that two hundred and one were the least.

200 is too neat, 198 is just right.

Obviously, it is two pieces different from two hundred, which can be described as more than a hundred.

Proper consumer traps.

"Here's one."

It's the first time I've seen this kind of on-site production called flower chicken, and it looks very authentic.

The price sounds expensive, but this whole chicken, which is still so time-consuming and laborious, has a high production cost and looks complicated, so it is still worth it.

"Okay, we can wait about two hours."

Lin Zhou had only set up a stall for a long time, and the flower chicken was roasted.

It's still early to bake.

"It's okay, it's okay, let's just go in and play around, and get it when we come out."

It's still morning, it's not time to eat, and two hours later, it's almost like a lap out of the ice and snow world to eat again.

Lin Zhou nodded, and the two girls went to play with confidence.

Lin Zhou was left standing alone in a tangled position.

He called the flower chicken roasted, and he was busy for a long time, and he didn't even have his own image.

Lin Zhou looked at his blackened hands.

I haven't done it before, so I don't know if I can hurt myself by mistake.

I can't imagine how embarrassed he will be to set up a stall at the gate of the crowded ice and snow world with such an image.

If someone takes a picture and posts it on the Internet and is recognized by old diners, then his reputation will be ruined.

It's scary to think about.

Or if he is recognized by someone who knows him on the spot, it will be even more dead.

It's hard to choose.

At this moment, Lin Zhou stood behind the stall in a daze, and he found that everyone passing by was looking at him.

After being silent for a while, Lin Zhou continued to call the flower chicken.

Now that the stall is back, all these pickled chickens are wasted.

The task is not completed is small.

He couldn't see the food wasted.

Even if he lives a rich life now, he is still the same as he is, he doesn't pick the door, doesn't spend money indiscriminately, and doesn't waste.

This kind of character that has not changed even if he has a system and becomes a rich man can make Lin Zhou feel at ease.

Ignoring the gaze of those around him.

Until the marinated chicken is all wrapped in lotus leaf pork net oil, and the mud is set aside to dry.

Then turn the chicken in the stove from time to time to let it heat evenly.

If the fire wasn't enough, he had to crouch at the mouth of the stove and add firewood.

At this time, he has to do some psychological construction.

When he didn't know that he would be blackened, when he finished adding firewood and charcoal, he would blow a few times on the stove to make the fire bigger.

Don't dare now.

"Boss, what are you doing?"

Passing by, a big brother looked at Lin Zhou, who was blackened by black smoke, and asked curiously.

Even if it's cold, it can't hinder his mood to watch the excitement.

Lin Zhou: "It's called Flower Chicken." ”

"Oh mom, this thing is fresh, how much does it cost."

The eldest brother who was attracted by the flower chicken immediately wanted to try it.

"198 a."

The eldest brother estimated that he was rich, and when he heard the price, he directly asked for two.

"Come two, big brother, how do you roast this called flower chicken, can I take a look?"

This big brother directly silenced Lin Zhougan.

It's the first time I've heard this name since I set up a stall.

"Yes."

Lin Zhou nodded, walked over to open the lid of the stove, and turned over the flower chicken on the bottom layer by the way.

Then rows of round mud appeared in the eyes of the big brother on the side of the road.

The mud dumplings were about the same size, and I drooled at the thought that they were wrapped in chickens.

After a long barbecue, the surface of the mud has been completely grilled.

As soon as the lid was lifted, I immediately smelled the smell of wine.

I didn't smell the smell of chicken, but the smell of mud and wine, which was quite peculiar.

The locals had never seen anything like this.

"I didn't expect it to be called flower chicken, I thought it was a roasted sweet potato."

At the first glance when he saw the boss, he thought it was a new roasted sweet potato uncle, who was not skilled and baked himself black.

Then I went to the front and asked, it was called Huaji, and I was quite young when I heard the boss's voice.

It's not an uncle, it's a big brother.

It's kind of fun.

Lin Zhou didn't know how to answer.

With this look, others were silent a lot.

Now I can only stand by and whisper.

"How is this called flower chicken, I really haven't eaten it."

The eldest brother was very curious about the mud dumplings in the stove.

Watching Lin Zhou turn them over one by one, he couldn't help but ask.

"Just buy fresh chicken and marinate it to taste, then wrap it in lotus leaves, wrap it in mud, and roast it."

Lin Zhou's simple words gave the eldest brother the illusion that he could do it.