The blind old man said happily,

"Okay, it's so good to be young! Well, I smell the fragrance, this chicken is really good."

This is obvious.

After Lin Chou's hand, the dozens of pheasants entered the boiling soup pot once and the wrinkled chicken skin immediately became tight and crystal clear, and the bright orange-yellow color was very dazzling.

Some oil couldn't wait to emerge from the chicken's skin, and the whole chicken seemed to be coated with a thin layer of oil film.

Just looking like it makes people completely unable to control themselves and saliva is released from crazily.

Pheasant is good, but it is relatively difficult to deal with. If the cooking method is slightly worse, the chicken will turn into bundles of small firewood.

However, pheasants are very cost-effective. Whether it is stewing soup, it is completely universal for new and old people - although it is a bit suspicious of luxury in the past.

Each pheasant had a knife cut on his neck and stomach, with internal organs and throat pipes on it, intestines on it were taken to wait for water, and used his hands to scoop the soup in the pot with the mouth on his neck.

The soup pours into the chicken's belly from the neck, and then slowly lifts it when it is completely immersed in the soup. The soup then flows out from the opening of the chicken's belly, forming a small cycle.

In this way, impurities and blood from the inside and outside of the chicken body can be drained out, and the maturity between the inside and outside can be improved and retreated together.

In a pot of soup, Lin Chou only added old ginger and onion and added a little wine to remove the fishy smell.

The pheasant itself is already fresh and sweet enough, and Lin Chou only needs to make it to keep this rare fresh and sweet part of wild game during the cooking process, which is enough to make a good dish.

This is also one of the most important reasons why Lin Chou chose this approach.

Each pheasant weighs only one and a half pounds, and the chicken is tender and easy to mature. Soaked three times and soaked in ice water to cool it to ensure that the chicken skin is crispy, and this cycle repeats itself.

"Yeah, it's almost done."

Line up the chopping boards and cut off the chicken butt without cutting the soaked chicken in half and chopping it horizontally into inches. The chicken skin is placed neatly in the plate.

The sharp knife-making healing arrangement is pleasing to the eye.

The deliciousness of the chicken poured into the noses of everyone along with the heat.

"It's pretty~"

"Silently saddened by all the pheasants I missed before, don't bother me."

"Have you caught a little pheasant?"

"No, it seems that there is no such thing as this. They are all adults."

"Then you tell me a little bitch of the Concubine?!"

“…”

Huang Dashan was eager to try and reached out to take the opportunity to touch a few pieces of chicken to taste. Everyone's chopsticks hit the bald man's head and glared at him.

"Uh...I'm...I'm so brave, dare to hit your grandpa Dashan?"

No one bird can be birded with him.

There is a saying that goes, "The law does not blame the public, right?" Shan Ye is full of courage and can still beat us all.

Lin Chou put a large bundle of peeled onions on the chopping board, and used his knife to fly. He cut a huge amount of thin shredded scallions very coolly.

"Hiss~"

Lin Chou sniffed.

Well, his eyes were red by his knife skills.

Everyone: "(～￣▽￣)ａhiahia~"

Lin Chou wiped the tears that almost burst out from his eyes.

"This...there's a lot of eyes..."

He spread the scallions on top of the chicken, and the scallions are white on the lower part of the green leaves on top, which is particularly beautiful.

"Hey, hey, it's reversed. It should be green on the bottom and white on the top. This is the serious rockery. Linzi's aesthetic view is too hasty."

Lin Chou glanced at Huang Dashan.

"Would you like to give you a cuckold?"

Huang Dashan looked innocent + confused,

"Damn it, don't I just give me a suggestion, what are you doing..."

Lin Chou said,

"I don't want to do it myself, why do you make Congshan happy?"

Huang Dashan was speechless - this is all a twisted truth!

The physical education teacher who teaches you the core socialist values ​​will not be a guest appearance by a guy selling spicy hot pot at the school gate?

Lin Chou picked up a bowl of black soup and poured it on the plate. Huang Dashan hurriedly stopped it.

"Ball sack! What are you going to do?"

Lin Chou is inexplicably

"What else can I do when I cook?"

Huang Dashan begged,

"Damn you, please don't ruin the style. What's this black one? Is it soy sauce? Is it soy sauce? Isn't it all the chicken smell if it is poured on!"

Lin Chou said strangely,

"Yes, you are wrong today. Why is it so girlish that I suddenly feel so cute? Is it because I secrete too little androgens? Hey..."

Huang Dashan rolled his eyes so much that he choked.

Lin Chou put the bowl under his nose,

"Smell first!"

Huang Dashan:

"Hey, this smell...what is this..."

Lin Chou said,

"Soy sauce, in fact, strictly speaking, is a kind of soy sauce. The brewing process is similar, but the umami taste is heavy and fresh, which is suitable for steaming dishes. Mrs. Hu brought me a few times ago, and she doesn't often make this thing."

Lin Chou praises him very much.

"Sister Hu is really amazing. How did you figure out the recipe? It tastes very good. If you put it before the catastrophe, you will definitely be in a big fire."

"Oh..." Huang Dashan scratched his head, "You cooks are so erotic. If you bully someone, you will be fine. Even if you use soy sauce to turn around, you have to throw others in the face."

Lin Chouxiaoxiao, poured soy sauce evenly on the "Singshan" and then boiled the oil in a new pot.

The blind old man said at this time,

"Mingguang is near the sea and has a lot of fish. In fact, you can try making fish sauce, it will definitely be popular."

Fish sauce uses cheap seafood, many worthless small fish and shrimps, and fish scraps can be used to make this seasoning that occupied a lot of play in Asia before the Cataclysm.

Lin Chou shook his head,

"It is unlikely that fish sauce will be made on a large scale. It takes more than half a year before the catastrophe. How long will it take to ferment the catastrophe era when the food spoilage process is greatly extended? Multiply by ten times or fifty times?"

The blind old man nodded slightly,

"So that's it...so that's it... it's like a mountain..."

The oil temperature in the pot had already risen. Lin Chou used a large spoon to slide the oil and poured it on the top of the onion mountain.

"Wow~Sher~"

The high voice made every diner prick up his ears, and he didn't want to miss this wonderful sound - this is where the oil-splashed soul is!

The onion fragrance is released intensified under the hot oil temperature, which activates the fresh fragrance of soy sauce.

The tender pheasant's meaty fragrance rushes through the "slit" between the two with a force that does not conform to their weak image, making it emerge, and it looks very majestic.

A group of people who eat and drink freely give their thumbs up,

"Awesome."

"Boss Lin's vegetable fruit really has a soul."

"It's not in vain to wait, hehe, haha."

Lin Chou said with a smile,
Chapter completed!