After Fengshen's return, I relied on fortune-telling to connect to eight hot searches

Chapter 89 Roasted Chicken
Jiang Chengmian's figure was as fast as lightning.

Before everyone could react, they had disappeared in place.

Appeared in front of the happiest leading chicken that called with agility.

She struck out with her right hand and grabbed it swiftly.

"Giggle-"

The chicken struggled violently, and several feathers on its body were lost due to the struggle, and it still couldn't get rid of its claws.

Jiang Chengmian grabbed the chicken's neck and walked towards another chicken that was already trembling with fright.

No doubt, without much effort.

She easily caught another one, these chickens were powerless in front of Jiang Chengmian.

Less than 10 minutes.

Jiang Chengmian walked out of the chicken coop calmly, and handed over the other chickens to Qin Zhan.

With a kitchen knife in her hand, she aimed at the neck of the chicken and cut it open with precision. The chicken blood gushed out, and she stopped breathing after a while. The expected chicken blood spattering scene did not appear at all.

Hu Zhiyao gave a thumbs up, "Sister Mian is cheating. Killing chickens is really a technical job. I didn't expect Sister Mian to kill chickens so neatly."

Some women may not even be able to unscrew the bottle cap, but Mianjie is different, both civil and military.

One can know how to raise pigs at the top, one can kill chickens with a knife, and maybe even lift the flying man's sky.

Jiang Chengmian put down the kitchen knife, "Bring me some water."

When Hu Zhiyao brought the boiled water, she put the chicken into the hot water to get wet and then began to pull the chicken feathers.

From shaving chicken feathers, disembowelling and removing internal organs, to cleaning, every step is smooth and smooth.

One after another.

An hour later, all four chickens were cooked, and the silky chicken was stewed in the pot.

Firewood was burning on the ground, and three chickens were skewered on clean branches and roasted on the firewood.

"..."

As time goes by, the smell of grilled chicken permeates, tantalizing one's taste buds.

The grilling technique of Ginger Orange Mian is good, and none of the three chickens are burnt.

"..."

Han Yu swallowed his saliva in disappointment.

He stared at the roasted chicken without blinking, for fear that the roasted chicken would fly away in the next second.

Not to mention the people at the scene, even through the screen, the audience in the live broadcast room were all crying.

"All right."

Ginger Orange Sleeping Roasted Chicken Divide each chicken in half.

There were six people present, each of whom could eat half a roast chicken.

"Sha..."

Hu Zhiyao couldn't wait to take a bite, the grilled chicken was fragrant in his mouth, he wanted to swallow it immediately, but his tongue trembled from the heat.

"Hot, hot, hot..."

He wrapped the meat around his mouth with his tongue, exposing his mask of pain from the heat, but he was reluctant to spit out the delicious roast meat.

Lu Qi was not as impatient as Hu Zhiyao, he blew on the grilled chicken before it was so hot.

After taking a bite, he praised without hesitation, "Orange Mian's roast is delicious, authentic."

Most of the grilled chickens sold outside are added with various seasonings, and it is rare to eat this kind of roast chicken that does not put any seasonings and still tastes amazing.

Lan Suxin didn't look like a goddess, her mouth was full of grease and she didn't bother to wipe it off, "Sister Mian, I'm not bragging, this is the best roast chicken I've ever eaten."

Facing their praise, Jiang Chengmian didn't feel too much pride.

"Thank you, as long as you like it."

When I was in another world, I would often bake something for my fellow seniors and seniors.

"..."

Different from the nagging of Lan Suxin and the others, Qin Zhan and Han Yu belonged to the silent type.

The two of them didn't say any unnecessary nonsense, they gnawed vigorously until the bones of the chicken were gnawed away, and their actual actions proved that the taste of the roast chicken was excellent.

People watching the live broadcast: "Fuck!"

Mad, is this survival in the wilderness, or a celebrity gourmet eating and broadcasting program?

(End of this chapter)