Hope was once ignited, and hope was soon broken. Feng Zhong's expression on his face also failed to escape Xiang Kang's eyes, and then asked in a low voice: "What? Brother, can the new county magistrate not bringing in oil and salt, and will not take other people's benefits?"

"It's not that I don't accept other people's benefits." Feng Zhong shook his head and whispered: "Although Brother Yu has never dealt with the new county magistrate, he didn't say anything he doesn't accept anyone. I think he shouldn't be the kind of person who can't deal with it."

Xiang Kangyun was very quick. He heard this and thought for a moment, and immediately said: "Since that's the case, is it because my elder brother is inconvenient to his hands and is worried that he can't come up with enough things that will make the county magistrate moved?"

"My brother is indeed extremely smart, and he will be right after guessing it." Feng Zhong praised sincerely, and then whispered: "I'm not to hide it from my brother. Although I, the pavilion chief, look majestic, except for the monthly Lumi and the county's surplus money and grain every year, I can get some other benefits occasionally, but the expenses under my back are not small. In addition to supporting the family and reciprocating, I also have to raise a group of disciples to let them handle the job for me. It is even more necessary to deal with the township and county, and even if I don't have much savings in my hand, I'm afraid I won't be able to impress the county magistrate."

Xiang Kang, who was full of bad water and bad ideas, finally had nothing to say this time - he was so poor that Xiang Kang couldn't help even if he wanted to help Feng Zhong. Fortunately, modern people have a lot of experience and theory in flattery and flattery. After a little calculation, Xiang Kang asked again: "So big brother, do you hear that the new county magistrate has any special preferences? What does he like especially?"

"What do you particularly like?" Feng Zhong recalled for a while before hesitating: "I don't know very well, but I heard that he seems to be picky about food. He has called the kitchens of several restaurants in the city to cook dishes. He likes to deliver any better game in the village."

"I'm more picky about food?" Xiang Kang was a little confused and asked again: "What about the others? Do he have any other preferences?"

"It seems that I like to show off my show." Feng Zhong recalled for a while before remembering this, and said, "Thank you, Brother, to give me some advice. I will find a way to inquire carefully as soon as possible. After finding out the news, I will ask you to discuss it again."

When Xiang Kang nodded and agreed, Feng Zhong's wife walked in timidly. While saluting the brothers of the Xiang family carefully, she asked the guests to help carry the food. Feng Zhong hurriedly arranged several guests to help his wife. Xiang Kang also sat back in his seat and waited for the meal.

Feng Zhong and his wife were indeed deliberately trying to please the Xiang brothers. In addition to the fish and clams that are easier to get in the Huaihe River Basin, the dishes that treat the Xiang brothers are also cheap, and the meat and millet cooked with fat meat and millet. They also brought two jars of rice wine bought from the county. When they saw such meals, the Xiang brothers all looked bright, and the Feng family's guests who had been eating at Feng Zhong's house for many years were also ecstatic. Just as Feng Zhong had just invited everyone to eat, the Xiang brothers and the guests rushed to the table like hungry wolf, and threw their cheeks away and chewed the seas, and ate so much that they forgot to drink the wine.

Only Xiang Kang did not forget to have a cup of wine with Feng Zhong and toast each other. The reason was that Xiang Kang did not forget his etiquette and demeanor, and the food in this era was very wrong with Xiang Kang's appetite. Fish and clams were boiled in white water, dipped in black and paste sauce with strange flavor. The so-called jerky was air-dried meat, and the same was boiled in white water and dipped in sauce. The so-called millet was cooked directly with pork cut into pieces. It was so greasy and greasy to eat without salt or pepper. Xiang Kang, who had already had a tricky mouth in the 21st century, certainly couldn't get used to such things.

Feng Zhong must be praised here. Before I knew it, I felt that Xiang Kang was actually quite easy to get close to. Feng Zhong actually noticed that Xiang Kang seemed a little dissatisfied with his own food and asked: "Brother, why? You don't seem to like these dishes? Do you have anything to eat? Do you want me to ask you, Mrs. Qiu to make a new dish?"

"No need to bother Mrs. Qiu." Xiang Kang shook his head and said, "It's not that he doesn't like these dishes, but he just doesn't have a good appetite."

"Would you like to eat some roasted meat (barbecue)?" Feng Zhong said again: "I remember there should be some pork at home. I asked you to cut it with Sister Qiu and roast it for you to eat?"

Xiang Kang was a little moved, but considering the terrible seasonings of this era and the fact that you should not be too picky and lose your etiquette, Xiang Kang shook his head and was about to refuse, but suddenly he felt a little moved again and hurriedly raised his head and asked, "Brother Feng, are there any lotus leaves in your family?"

"Yes." Feng Zhong nodded and said, "Does your virtuous brother want to bring some dishes back to the two Xiang mothers? Brother Yu asked you Mrs. Qiu to prepare?"

"No, no." Xiang Kang shook his head and said, "I'll bother my brother to invite Sister Qiu, and I'll say something to her."

Feng Zhong agreed and quickly sent someone to call his wife to talk to Xiang Kang. Then, soon, Feng Zhong's wife, who was not too ugly, was invited to Xiang Kang, and saluted to Xiang Kang with a fearful expression, and said carefully: "Young Master Xiang, how can you ask if you have any instructions?"

"Sister Qiu, I want to ask you to make a dish." Xiang Kang said: "You go and kill a chicken, remove the hair and internal organs and wash it, and prepare some clean yellow mud, lotus leaves and twine, and bring it together with the chopping board and kitchen knife. I will teach you how to make this dish in person."

"Kill the chicken?" Feng's wife looked extremely embarrassed and said hesitantly: "Young master, there are chickens at home, but one of them is just a crowing call, and the remaining few are laying eggs. It's a pity to kill them. Can I ask my family to go to the market to buy them in a few days..."

"Kill a chicken that lays eggs." Xiang Kang did not give Feng's wife a chance to argue, and said with great difficulty: "If you have dried mountain mushrooms (dried mushrooms) at home, soak them and wash them, bring them together. Take a few dried dates, cut them into pieces, and try to cut them as thin as possible."

Feng Zhong's wife looked at her husband with a begging look. Feng Zhongze was extremely embarrassed and complained about Xiang Kang's greed. However, she was embarrassed to refute Xiang Kang's face, so she gritted her teeth and said, "Do as Mr. Xiang Kang's instructions, and prepare to bring it."

Feng's wife had no choice but to agree quietly and quickly prepare. When the Xiang brothers saw each other for no reason, they didn't know what Xiang Kang was selling. None of Feng Zhong and Feng's customers secretly scolded Xiang Kang for being shameless and arrogant. At the same time, Feng Zhong began to regret knowing a friend like Xiang Kang, who was worried that if he had such a head, it would be even more difficult to entertain Xiang Kang, a villain in the future.

After a moment, Feng's wife prepared everything and asked two servants to help carry it to Xiang Kang. However, because of nervousness, Feng's wife forgot to prepare the yellow mud. Fortunately, this thing was not difficult to prepare, Xiang Kang immediately pointed to a Feng family customer who was helping, and ordered: "Go and dig some clean yellow mud and use a clean basin to bring it. Remember, the yellow mud must be as clean as possible."

"What do you need to make yellow mud to cook?" the guest asked inexplicably.

"Don't ask too much, you'll know then." Xiang Kang's tone was indescribable, "Go and prepare."

After glanced at Feng Zhong who was giving him food, he saw Feng Zhong nodding helplessly, the unlucky client had to quietly curse Xiang Kang in his stomach and go out to prepare. Xiang Kang rolled up his sleeves and picked up the knife, and said to Feng Zhong's wife: "Sister Qiu, I will only do it once, you must remember the steps clearly."

Feng Zhong's wife nodded dizzyly and looked at Xiang Kang's operations carefully. Xiang Kang used the back of a knife to break the legs and wings of the chicken that had been removed, then chopped the soaked dried mushrooms at will, mixed the dried red dates and sliced ​​meat, stuffed them into the chicken's belly, then wrapped the chicken with clean lotus leaves, tied them in twine, and set aside for later use.

At this time, the client who had gone out had already brought some yellow mud in. When Xiang Kang saw that there was too much yellow mud, he poured some of it. Then he directly picked up the wine jar on the table and poured the wine, using rice wine and mud directly - this was because Xiang Kang felt it was too troublesome to ask someone to prepare cold boiled water. As a result, Feng Zhong and his wife felt sorry for each other when they saw it - wine in this era is not cheap.

Next, of course, the most authentic way to cook beggar chicken. The chicken wrapped with yellow mud of a certain humidity was wrapped in a thick layer, and then put it in the stove in the middle of the room and burn it directly with firewood. Finally, Xiang Kang said to Feng Zhong’s wife: “Sister Qiu, remember, bake it for a moment and a half.”

Feng Zhong’s wife nodded and asked carefully: “Young master, what kind of dish is this? I have been cooking for twenty years, why have I never seen it before?”

"This is called Miyue Chicken." Xiang Kang, who had already thought of a lot of nonsense, said casually: "In the past, when Miyue and Mibazi of our Chu State were about to marry into Qin State to become Queen Mother Xuan, in order to thank his mother's country for raising her, he used this method to make this dish when he bid farewell to King Chu. After eating it, the King of Chu praised it and ordered this dish as the imperial dish in the Chu State's court. Only the princes and nobles of Chu State could eat it, which was very noble. Also, because this dish was made by Miyue, the King of Chu personally named this dish Miyue Chicken."

"What is the origin of this dish?" Feng Zhong's wife was very surprised and asked curiously: "Young Master Xiang, this dish is so delicious, even the King of Chu likes it?"

"Will you know if it tastes delicious or not, Mrs. Qiu later." Xiang Kang smiled confidently and turned to Feng Zhong and said, "Brother, you should also remember the story I told just now, and it will be useful to you."

Feng Zhong nodded in confusion and went to see the mud in the fire curiously. He really couldn't believe that the hens roasted with yellow mud had such a noble origin that could make the King of Chu who carried firewood with a golden pole praise. The Xiang brothers next to him continued to look at each other, and even broke their heads, he couldn't remember a story about Mi Bazi, a famous Chu man.

After washing his hands, Xiang Kang first asked Feng Zhong’s wife to prepare some fresh sauce (ancient soy sauce), and then sat back on the table to eat and drink. Feng Zhong and the Xiang brothers were itchy and walked to the ground stove to see the Qiqi, whispering, but Xiang Kang ignored it at all. Finally, Feng Zhong’s wife shrank and reminded Xiang Kang: “Young Master Xiang, it’s time for a moment and a half, what should I do next?”

"Take it out." Xiang Kang was too lazy to wash his hands anymore, so he directly ordered: "Smash the yellow mud and remove it, untie the lotus leaves and put the chicken on the plate, and then you can tear the dipping sauce."

Following Xiang Kang's instructions, Feng Zhong's wife took out the so-called Miyue chicken with the help of her servants with the help of her servants, and put it on the table and smashed the solidified yellow mud. The seductive smell of meat was already coming to her nose, causing Feng Zhong and his wife, Xiang family and Feng family members to sniff in the room, and they all exclaimed: "It smells so good!"

After untiing the lotus leaves, the Miyue chicken was even more fragrant. Even Feng Zhong's children who were hiding outside the door to watch the fun couldn't help but put their heads into the room. They greedily sniffed the tempting smell of meat. The appearance of the chicken was also very attractive, and the yellow look made people full of appetite. Then, without waiting for Xiang Kang's order, Feng Zhong immediately started to tear the chicken. As a result, it was at this time that Feng Zhong was surprised to find that the chicken was extremely tender and could be torn open directly without any effort. He then tear off a piece of meat and dipped it in his mouth, and after chewing it a few times, Feng Zhong was stunned and exclaimed: "Oh my God! There is such a delicacy in the world?!"

"I have been cooking for twenty years and have never made such delicious chicken!"

This was Feng Zhong’s scream after tasting the taste. The Xiang brothers and Feng’s guests over there were all in a row, rushing to tear the chicken and dip it, and then screaming one by one, "It tastes delicious! So delicious! It turns out that the chicken can be so delicious, why didn’t I know before?!"

The mushrooms, red dates and meat slices stuffed into the chicken's belly also made people in the late Bronze Age cry, and they almost swallowed their tongues into their stomachs. They broke their heads and couldn't believe that just a little cooking could make the food become such a peerless delicacy. They were so delicious that they were all just snatched. I forgot to leave something for Xiang Kang, the cooker.

Xiang Kang, who has eaten beggar chicken countless times in modern society, certainly would not mind not being able to taste the delicious food he made with his own hands. He stepped forward and pulled Feng Zhong, who was full of oil, to the distance. Xiang Kang attached himself to Feng Zhong's ear and whispered: "Brother, don't you say that the new county magistrate likes to be picky about food? On the first day of October, I took Mrs. Qiu to congratulate the county magistrate and asked Mrs. Qiu to make such a Miyue chicken for the county magistrate. As long as he is happy, your position as the pavilion leader should be able to be kept."

Feng Zhong was stunned and came to his senses for a while. He quickly bowed his fists to Xiang Kang, bowed to the ground, and said excitedly: "Brother Xiang, thank you for your advice. Brother Yu understands, Brother Yu understands everything! Brother Yu don't worry, as long as I can get what I want, you just walk sideways in Shiling Pavilion in the future!"

"Wife, mama, don't just focus on tasting the taste. Go and kill another chicken. If you do this, please treat Mr. Xiang to the food! Look at you, all of you, are only concerned about eating by yourself, why don't you know how to leave some for Mr. Xiang Kang?!"

"Brother, there is no need. I'll get my heart. Keep your chickens and lay eggs. Let's talk about them later."
Chapter completed!