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When Naomi saw it, she opened her mouth in surprise, with an ignorant face on her face.

"Yu Zhibo, are you kidding me?"

In this regard, Yu Zhibo's mouth turned up, showing a smile instead of a smile, "Guess what?"

Naomi: ".

On the contrary, Lu Fei didn't think so much. He almost lay on the table, staring at Yu Zhibo's hand called "Huaji", his mouth involuntarily flowed from a saliva table.

"Yu Zhibo, do you want to make roast chicken? Fragrant chicken has been made before!"

Hearing these words, Shanji couldn't help frowning.

Although Yu Zhiboyan played many times, Xiangji was still a little dissatisfied. He smoked a cigarette, but his eyes were not removed, but he was more focused.

Looking at that, it seemed like a gambler had lost all his things and wanted to find something from Yu Zhibo.

Look, Yu Zhibo just shook his head, smiled, and then resumed his work.

Then use a larger foil to wrap the Mochi so that it can be safer and the soil is not permeable. Then it is a big game.

That's mud!

In the past, what Yu Zhibo did was random. It was actually a wrong way to use the mud on the ground at will.

The most correct method is that the bag mud is the seal mud of Huadiao wine and the fragrance of the wine.

Therefore, this chicken has absorbed the aroma of wine, but it is densely packed with all the flavor in it.

Fortunately, although there is no carved wine here, there are other wine seal muds, that is, the bar opened in Xiaqi. Old wines with hundreds of years of history will use seal mud, and the taste of the wine is even more fragrant.

Then, pour the water into the mud and stir it. Spread the mud evenly on the tin foil to make a huge mud ball, which looks like a chocolate cake.

"Wrapped in mud?"

"I can't understand, I can't understand!"

Seeing Yu Zhiboyan's strange way, Xiangji's eyebrows were tightly locked, a Sichuan font was squeezed out between the eyebrows, a sad expression.

In Yu Zhiboyan's previous exercises, Xiangji thought he could understand seven points, but the mud on it was ignorant of Xiangji. He only felt that although he didn't understand it, he thought it was very serious.

For the first time Xiangzi had the feeling of sitting and watching the sky. It turns out that this world is so big and there are so many good chefs, but he has never had any contact with chefs in this field before.

In such thinking, Xiangji couldn't help but crane his neck and watched more carefully. Even if he didn't understand what Yu Zhibo was doing now, he still had to keep these things in mind.

Back to Yu Jiayan.

It is worth noting that the advantage of using the oven as a rooster is that the temperature is better controlled, but the disadvantage is that the kitchen will be covered with mud.

Because this is not Xia Qiba’s kitchen. Although there is a good oven here, Yu Zhibin always makes this place dirty, right?(Read more @ hotmtlnovel.xyz)

So Yu Zhibo decided to go outside to light a bonfire, and then threw the chicken in for roasting. This is simple, classic, frank and rough.

Considering that he will be in direct contact with the flame, and the temperature of the bonfire is higher than that of the oven, in order to prevent the chicken from being cremated smoothly, Yu Zhiboyan thickened the mud layer before that, almost equivalent to a small joint.

In order to ensure maturity, it takes an hour and a half to bake in the fire. The bonfire is not as convenient as the oven. It is necessary to continue to use the fire escape during the baking process to maintain the stability and uniformity of the fire.

Yu Zhibo asked the staff to make a bonfire prototype out of wood, then took a deep breath, and then opened his mouth violently.

"Fire! The art of gods!"

From Yu Zhibo's mouth, groups of flames spewed down in the woods, and the flames rose instantly.

"Oh!"

"Is it a flame?"

In his opinion, the watcher Lai flashed through his eyes with a faint light.

He has always been curious about Zhibo, who can command a group of wild people, what kind of person is it?

Now, it has finally become the tip of the iceberg.

During the fire breathing process, Yu Zhiboyan did not relax at any time. Instead, he should always pay attention to the bonfire. Don’t burn the bonfire too hard. If the flame is as high as one person, the calling chicken can be burned in more than ten minutes. The fire is easy to burn the chicken directly, and even leave residues.

This step is the most rigorous, too hot, too cold, the best test of a chef's vision, experience and flexibility.

When cooking is called "brown chicken", it is a big challenge due to the need to concentrate and control the temperature of the flame. Even with Yu Zhiboyan's current cooking skills, it seems to be even more difficult.

For a while, Yu Zhibo's forehead was sweating.

When the pheasant was cooked, Yu Zhiboyan put away the fire and took it out of the campfire. The whole person seemed to pull it out of the water. He was drenched all over. Yu Zhibo joked that he has become a soup chicken.

"Come on, you guys try my craft."

Yu Zhibao said that the pheasant outside the bag was broken by the soil, and the tin foil and lotus leaf were opened.

Time, an unprecedented fragrance, hits the crowd like waves.

"Wow! It smells so good!"

"Is this really a chicken? Why does it smell so good!"

"Oh, my goodness! I feel the smell is full."

People were in an uproar, staring at the chicken called "brown chicken" one by one, but unfortunately found that it was just a very ordinary chicken, looking very ordinary, nothing special.

And this kind of commonness is called the biggest feature of pheasants.

This pheasant was originally made by the poor to eat, but after generations of additions and deletions, it is different, but this ordinary grassroots thing has left a deep mark on this dish, even The same is true after countless years.

If the abalone bird's nest shows a rich taste from the inside to the outside, bear paw velvet antlers are rich people. So, calling a pheasant represents the ordinary life of ordinary people at the lowest level for thousands of years.

Because it is ordinary and so immortal, it has been passed down to this day.

Unfortunately, today’s society worships foreign countries, hates the rich, and despises poverty. Pheasants are gradually disappearing from the world’s sight.

Yu Zhiboyan made a total of 50 pheasants, and now he lined up one by one, which immediately attracted a frenzied robbery.

"I'll take care of it!"

Lu Fei was hungry for a long time, drooling all over the floor, and jumped directly on it, and the first one caught a pheasant.

Whether he was three, seven, or twenty-one years old, he tore off a chicken leg and bit it off.

heat!

heat!

This was Lu Fei's first thought after eating.

Well, crispy! The charred chicken skin, like a red burn, became very brittle, just biting lightly and cracking in the sound of "crunchy". The chicken skin was grilled, like a red burn, it became very crisp, just a little bit, it cracked in the sound of "clicking".

When breaking through the defense of the chicken skin, the white teeth rushed to the chicken, and Lu Fei immediately felt a smooth touch and the taste was excellent!

Then, the chicken juice chewed under the teeth and exploded instantly, exploding from the unimaginable delicacy!

Concentration is the essence!

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