I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

“How much does a dozen chickens cost?”

"Seven hundred coins."

Zhou Yi casually touched a piece of silver from under the counter.

"Use all the remaining money to make fried chicken. Remember to buy some spices with different flavors, including garlic and pepper."

"Sir, don't worry. Lao Zhou, I have studied at Dashunzhai for five years, so my skills are guaranteed."

Lao Zhou took the money and weighed it, saying at least one, two, three or five dollars.

A plate of fried chicken was served, along with a bottle of wine.

Drinking, fried chicken, and reading are really one of the great pleasures of life.

The crispy flour, fragrant chicken, and overflowing aroma made the diners in the inn excited.

No one can escape the law of delicious fried chicken!

“It smells so good!”

"Shopkeeper, what do you want to eat?"

“It seems to be fried food, it’s not on the menu.”

"Lao Zhou, do it quickly, or you won't come back again."

"Me too!"

The diners booed and Lao Zhou looked embarrassed.

Mr. Zhou only taught the fried chicken method to his old Friday family a hundred years ago. This is a survival craft that is passed down from male to female.

Now Mr. Zhou hasn't eaten enough, so how can he take care of other people.

On the one hand, he is a boss who treats you well, and on the other hand, he is a benefactor who teaches you skills.

Zhou Yi ate a few pieces of fried chicken and satisfied his longing. He waved his hand and said, "Go and cook it for them. What I eat is not fried chicken."

The fried chicken is very fragrant, and the taste is far inferior to that of Lihuabai. Watch the return of drunken spring.

Zhou Yi suddenly understood that what Zhang Cheng was drinking was not tea, but loneliness and longing.

Soon after, the second pot of fried chicken came out of the oven, a large pot of chicken legs and wings was served, and the aroma spread outside the inn.

Lao Zhou first selected chicken legs with good quality and different flavors, and gave them to Zhou Yi to taste first.

Zhou Yi tasted it and found that it tasted much better than before: "It's well done. It seems that I learned a lot in Dashun Zhai Qedun."

"That's... haha, I learned a lot after watching too much."

Lao Zhou would brag to everyone he met that he studied under Dashun Zhai, and that when he ate at the inn, he was just an ordinary person. He was stunned for a moment, unable to tell the truth from the lie.

Zhou Yi smiled and said, "Don't tell anyone else about the breading recipe I told you."

There is no patent law in Daqian, and the recipe for fried chicken can be thoroughly studied by sending the chef to eat it several times.

Lao Zhou nodded repeatedly: "That's right, I sleep with half my eyes open now, and even my mother-in-law can't listen to my sleep talk!"

"You are single and have no wife."

Zhou Yi emphasized.

Lao Zhou doesn't understand what a single dog is. Being in his thirties without a wife is considered unfilial now.

"Lao Zhou, this fried chicken is so delicious. How much does it cost for one?"

"Do you have a mother-in-law?"

"Yes, I have."

"Two cents each, eat as much as you like!"

…

Zhou Yi still underestimated the learning ability of ancient people and underestimated the charm of fried chicken.

In just three days, waves of professional diners came to Tongfu Inn, eating fried chicken until they vomited.

Some of them want to get something without eating it, so they find a way to bypass the kitchen and directly watch how to make fried chicken.

Lao Zhou was instructed by the Book of Changes to mix the breading powder in advance every time. Even if you take a peek, it is difficult to tell the secret.

This little trick can't stop Kyoto chefs. They know the basic principles of fried chicken and can quickly come up with more than a dozen different flavors, some of which can surpass Laozhou Fried Chicken in terms of color, flavor and flavor.

Lao Zhou doesn't need to compete with them. As long as he ensures that his taste is unique, it will be enough to attract enough customers.

Most things in the world are like this. You don’t need to be the best, and you don’t need to be liked by everyone. You just need to maintain your own characteristics.

In just one month.

The smell of fried chicken filled the city, making Zhou Yi feel the smell of gutter oil all over the streets in advance. Even the peanuts that Zhang Cheng drank every day were replaced with fried chicken.

Rumor has it that His Majesty ate the fried chicken and praised it: It left a mouth-watering aroma and he couldn’t stop eating it!

For a time, fried chicken became popular all over the city.

…

It was late at night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

A stream of light fell into Prince Huai's Mansion, passing through the halls and halls, as if entering a deserted place.

None of the magic talisman formations in the mansion, the demon mirrors hanging on the doorways, or the immortal masters stationed in Prince Huai's mansion were noticed.

The stream of light followed the scent all the way to the kitchen of Prince Huai's Mansion.

The royal chef in the palace is making the palace's secret fried chicken, which was researched by several master chefs. During the process, a special formation is required to blend the essence of eighteen precious medicinal materials such as cordyceps, velvet antler, ginseng and Ganoderma into the fried chicken.

It has a mellow aroma, nourishes yin and yang, and strengthens the body. Jingtai Emperor must order it with every meal.

His Majesty heard that his great-nephew was ill, so he specially asked the imperial chef to come to Prince Huai's Mansion to make it.

"Is this human food? It smells so good, even more fragrant than the thousand-year-old red fruit!"

The light fell on the kitchen beam, and it turned out to be a seven or eight-year-old girl with a small cherry mouth, eyebrows as crooked as the moon, and two braids swaying as she sniffed with her nose.

When the imperial chef turned his head and wasn't paying attention, the magic light flashed and there was a chicken wing missing from the plate.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo yeah yeah yeah!"

The imperial chef looked back at the plates and counted them carefully.

"Eh? There are obviously eight chicken wings, why is one missing?"

After constant experimentation with fried chicken, I found that the skin of chicken wings is firm, the meat has a boney flavor, and the skin has a meaty flavor, which is the most delicious.

The imperial chef only thought that it was too late and he was tired of energy. He never suspected that there was a thief in Prince Huai's mansion.

This is Prince Daqian's Mansion, one step away from the imperial palace. Not to mention the guards who patrol day and night, Prince Huai's Mansion itself is full of restrictions, comparable to a dragon's pond and a tiger's den.

In the past, there were no masters who visited the palace at night, hoping to prove their strength and become famous in the world. Until Emperor Guangming hung the body of the first-level martial arts master outside the palace gate, no one knew whether he was alive or dead anymore.

Da Qian was able to enthrone the land of the city god and the gods of the mountains and rivers, not by relying on humane orthodoxy, but by actual force.

"Odd numbers are unlucky, make another pair of wings."

The royal chef knew that there were many rules in the royal family, so he took another pair of chicken wings, breaded them in flour and deep-fried them.

On the rafters.

The little girl was sucking her fingers, licking up even the last bit of oil.

"It's so delicious, my aunt can't help it! I can't help it! Anyway, the matter is very simple and will be done quickly!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and all the chicken wings, chicken legs, and chicken pieces that had been prepared in the kitchen flew up and fell into the jade bracelet on his wrist.

The imperial chef looked at the fried chicken that he had worked so hard to prepare and disappeared in an instant, dumbfounded. No matter how slow he was, he knew something was wrong. Just when he was about to call the guards in the palace, he felt a pain in the back of his head and fainted to the ground.

"Wow, wow, it's so delicious, it's a pity that I can't take it back."

The little girl gnawed on the chicken leg and turned into light again and disappeared.

Following the mark's induction, he landed in a gorgeous courtyard. It was already late at night, and the maid on duty was dozing off.

A wisp of strange fragrance drifted away, and the maid fell into a deep sleep.

"Hey, hey, wake up, wake up."

Princess White felt someone pushing her, and slowly woke up from a deep sleep. When she opened her eyes, she saw a little girl gnawing on chicken bones, standing on her belly.

Dressed in emerald green, his limbs were crotched, revealing his white forearms and legs, with jade rings and silver bells on his wrists and ankles.

"Who are you!"

Princess Huai stood up subconsciously and found that except for being able to open her mouth to speak, her whole body was imprisoned.

The little girl chewed all the bone residue with a look of intoxication on her face.

"It's not like Qingqiu Hu Jiuying, who took the orders of the empress and repaid Hu Yue."

Hu Jiuying held the chicken bone in her mouth and could not speak clearly. Princess Huai barely understood what she meant.

revenge!

As soon as Princess Huai had a thought, she would activate the alarm weapon in her body. In just a moment, an immortal master would arrive. No matter how powerful the fox demon was, she would not be able to escape her life.

It's a pity that no matter how hard it is driven, the magic weapon in the body seems to be dead and does not move at all.

Hu Jiuying licked her lips and actually took out another chicken leg, as if eating fried chicken was the real deal.

"You dug out Hu Yue's eye, let's start with the eye..."