Zhou Dao, who was full of food and drink, lay on the chair without any image, while Fang Bai also lay on the chair. \ "Shouldn't you just come over to grab something to eat with me" Fang Bai comfortably lit a cigarette, the so-called cigarette after a meal is better than being a god, basically smokers like to light a cigarette after eating and drinking.
"Give me a root" Zhou Dao was very scoundrel and stretched out his scissor hand in front of Fang Bai.
"Okay, you cow" Fang Bai shook his head lightly, where is this a chef, he is simply a ruffian, he took one out of his cigarette case and put it in the hand of Zhou Dao.
"Point" The sound of the knife came lightly again.
"Okay" Fang Bai became a firefighter again, but for this kind of old child, Fang Bai still likes to get along, and the other party's age is almost enough to be his grandfather, so it doesn't matter if you respect it, you can suffer a little loss.
"Actually, I just came here to see what the person who invented the stir-fry method looks like, and by the way, to see how my two little rabbits are mixing."
"My old friends have a lot of respect for you, saying that you have changed the landscape of the entire kitchen world."
Zhou Dao took a deep puff of cigarette, and he looked like an old smoker.
"What about now" Fang Bai doesn't care about other people's opinions at all, what if he changes, what if he doesn't change, after death, he is just a handful of loess, in fact, when he is alive, he follows his own heart.
"Now, except for grabbing food from me, everything else is fine," Zhou Dao said with some dissatisfaction. ", it's obvious that you're stealing something from me to eat, okay?"
"You're still reasonable, I asked my son to make those two dishes."
"That's the apprentice's filial piety to the master" "Fart, that's honoring my father" Then the two of them pinched each other in the room, and the scene was unbearable, extremely cruel, bloody and violent.
"Anyway, Fang boy, you said that you want to teach a new way to make chicken, so I can see if you can see it too" Zhou Dao said with some curiosity.
The two people who stop pinching each other are still more harmonious, in fact, the reason why this kind of old child chooses to play pranks is mostly because they don't want others to think that they are old and therefore look down on themselves, but if you treat him the same way you treat a child, he will think that you are very mentally retarded Therefore, when arguing with the old man, he must master a degree, and Fang Bai, an excellent people's teacher who has lived with his grandfather since he was a child, has obviously mastered this degree.
"You have to see it, don't give it," Fang Bai said angrily.
"Hmph, if you don't look at it, don't look at it, this chef king is not rare," Zhou Dao pouted.
Fang Bai walked directly to the door, looking at Zhou Dao still lying on his chair, "If you really don't go to see it, if you don't look at it, I'll leave."
"Hey, stinky boy, wait for me" Zhou Dao immediately got up and ran behind Fang Bai.
When eating chicken, Fang Bai suddenly thought of a very good way to make chicken, which was the chicken that Hong Qigong loved to eat in the novel.
The simplest way is to stuff all the condiments into the belly of the chicken, and then smear a layer of oil and sauce on the body of the chicken, and then cut a few knives to make it flavorful.
Of course, this is just a legend, but one of the biggest advantages of calling the chicken is that you don't have to worry about the chicken skin being burned, no matter how long you burn it, of course, you can't burn the chicken into a black charcoal ball.
Grasp a certain amount of time, this dish is basically very simple for novices who can't cook, prepare some lotus leaves, some yellow mud, and a chicken, and then prepare the condiments according to your taste.
There are two kinds of methods of calling chickens, one is to pluck the feathers, the other is not to pluck the feathers, the plucking is to apply a layer of condiments on the chicken body and then wrap it with lotus leaves, and then wrap the lotus leaves with yellow mud, and finally bury them in the pit and set up a fire on the pit.
Another way not to pluck the feathers is to directly kill the chicken without bleeding or bloodletting, depending on your choice, and then dig a hole in the buttocks of the chicken, take out the internal organs, replace them with condiments and wrap them directly with yellow mud, then wrap them in lotus leaves, and then wrap them in yellow mud.
This is not recommended because the offal is not particularly delicious if it is not cleaned.
As for the use of tin foil, this is the home has an oven, with tin foil instead of yellow mud, roasted for 46 hours, called Hua Chicken is characterized by fragrant and fragrant, crispy skin and tender meat, melt in the mouth, and the taste is unique.
As long as you have some condiments, you can basically make this dish by catching pheasants in the wild, which can be regarded as one of the must-do meals for camping, of course, provided that you can catch pheasants.
After watching the processing process of the chicken, several people who watched it were really stunned, they never thought that the dish could still do this.
It's like beeping a dog.
There's no technology at all.,It's okay to watch it once.,There's no technical content.
When Fang Bai lit a pile of charcoal fire in the hall on the fourth floor, and threw two mud balls into the charcoal fire, he clapped his hands with great satisfaction, "It's done" "Stinky boy, can this chicken still be eaten like this" Zhou Dao deeply expressed his suspicion of calling the chicken.
"Anyway, I didn't make it for you to eat, you don't care if it can be eaten" On Tuesday, the fat classmate brought a basin of water and put it in front of his teacher, Fang Bai was very relieved to put his hand in and wash his hands.
"Hmph, I'm afraid that you will mislead people's children," Zhou Dao said disdainfully.
"Hmph, I won't give you anything to eat," Fang Bai pouted.
"I don't eat it, who knows if it's poisonous" "There is no poison and I will not give it to you" "I'm not uncommon."
"You won't give you anything to eat" Looking at the two people who were arguing and arguing, Zhou Da Fat and Tuesday Fat behind them directly covered their heads, they could think that their father was asking the teacher for trouble, but they never thought that the painting style would become like this "Second fat, I will give you a very important task for the teacher" After arguing with Old Man Zhou, Fang Bai looked at Zhou Ming very angrily.
"Teacher, please speak," Zhou Ming nodded hurriedly.
"This charcoal fire has been burning it, I'll come over to eat it at about six o'clock, this is my dinner" Fang Bai looked at Zhou Dao on the side and snorted: "No one can touch my called Hua Chicken" The four words who are called the chicken, Fang Bai both accentuated his tone.
"Why are you looking at me, I'm the kind of person I'm going to do," he patted his little chest and said.
"How do I know if you're that kind of person, I didn't say you" Fang Bai pursed his lips and twisted his head to the side.
"You look at me when you speak, you don't say who I said," Zhou Dao said angrily.
"Then talk about you, how to drop" "You can say anything, but you can't say me" "Just talk about you, how to drop" "You Can't Say Me" "Just talk about you, how to drop" The big fat and the second fat on the side covered their faces again: