Jinghua little cook

Chapter 16 Screaming Chicken

The medicinal materials have been bought, and the chicken has also been delivered.

The owner of the chicken shop didn't break his promise, the chicken was a young chicken that Lu Xiling had repeatedly ordered, but she had never handled this full-winged, fluttering live chicken in the cage that he didn't recognize.

Encountered such a difficult problem once in two lifetimes.

Lu Xiling began to miss the modern cold chain transportation again.

"Bean sprouts—"

Lu Xiling opened the bead curtain to move the rescuers. It happened that the bean sprouts had just finished the order, and when they heard that there would be chicken soup and pancakes to eat later, they immediately rolled up their sleeves and rushed over.

"Good guy, it's still a young chicken with the wings of a big roc. If this chicken is not slaughtered and eaten, it will be put in the cockfighting arena in the future, and it will definitely win a good price!"

Lu Xiling wasn't in the mood for joking, and felt goosebumps all over her body when she saw raw poultry. This was the aftereffect of being besieged by hordes of hens in the countryside in her previous life.

"Although there are lucky things in the world, we must not have a fluke heart. We should keep our feet on the ground if we don't want to get rich."

Bean sprouts laughed.

She couldn't understand the words and sentences of the Central Plains people, but she had good eyesight, squatting on the ground and turning her head, she happened to see Lu Xiling's trembling calves.

As if she had finally found the "shortcoming" of the lucky beauty, Bean Sprout put away her smile and immediately decided to show off her skills in front of others.

First, he opened the cage a little, and Bean Sprout grabbed the chicken's neck and lifted it out.

Xu felt the threat of death, and the broiler's arms were more intense than before, its sharp mouth was opened wide, and its voice was harsh.

When Lu Xiling was young, she learned vocal music from Mammy in the palace. Her timbre was good, but when she sang, she lost her tune. Feng, it turns into a screaming chicken when it opens its mouth.

Now that the real screaming chicken was right in front of him, and it was howling with teeth and claws, Lu Xiling felt mixed emotions when he heard it.

"How is it? Am I amazing?"

Bean Sprout pinched the chicken with one hand and the waist with the other, circling in front of Lu Xiling triumphantly.

Unexpectedly, before Lu Xiling raised her thumbs up, she heard the other party scream "Ouch".

The broiler chicken immediately broke free from its palm, flapped its wings and almost flew to the top of Lu Xiling's head, scattered red and white chicken feathers fell on its head.

Bean Sprout spat out a mouthful of chicken feathers, bared his teeth and said, "How dare the beast bite me! See if I don't deal with you!"

People's chicken feathers fly to the sky is an inspirational story, and Lu Xiling's version has a bit of ironic black humor.

The broiler chicken has very good physical strength and can be playful. It flew gorgeously to the stove. Just as the bean sprouts pounced, the rooster left a feather for her, and flew to the shelf in a blink of an eye.

"Watch out for the spice bottle!"

Bean sprouts didn't dare to use all their strength.

"Be careful not to let the rice bag leak!"

Bean Sprout's forehead was slightly sweating.

"Be careful!" Lu Xiling saw that someone turned her head and looked at herself sadly, and reminded in a low voice: "There are fire sticks on the ground, be careful not to trip over..."

Bean Sprout was panting and snorting, his patience had long been exhausted, and now he was ready to catch the enemy with no tricks.

Lu Xiling couldn't stand it anymore, so she also came to help.

The two surrounded the stove and attacked the enemy one after the other. Bean sprouts threatened the front with a stick, and Lu Xiling rushed towards them with a bamboo basket.

The first time they missed it, their heads hit each other, and they both sat on the ground.

The broiler chicken proudly landed on the water tank, tilting its head and nodding, looking down at the embarrassed two.

This time, even Lu Xiling who is afraid of sharp-billed animals couldn't help it anymore, isn't he just a baby chick, he can't beat 2v1!
Dissatisfied!

It ran, and they chased it. Fortunately, the kitchen was not big and the door was closed. When they finally cornered the enemy, Bean Sprouts was out of breath, and grabbed the bamboo basket and rushed towards it.

The whole person was really pressed on it, and no matter how much the chicken boy tossed about, he couldn't fly off Wuzhi Mountain of Bean Sprouts.

Gaining wisdom from a pit, Bean Sprout refused to underestimate the enemy any longer, took the blade from Lu Xiling, and quickly stuffed it in from underneath.

In an instant, the white knife went in and the red knife came out, and the kitchen returned to its former tranquility.

After the battle was over, Lu Xiling wiped off her sweat, and there was only one thought in her mind: there must be a man in the restaurant from now on.

A fire was lit outside the yard, and Bean Sprout pulled out the chicken feathers as if in revenge, and when the fire started, he used a tree branch to stab the defeated general through his chest.

The chicken body was roasted until it was bare, with no fluff left, so it was left to Lu Xiling to handle.

"Cut off the parts below the joints, and also cut off the chicken butt." Lu Xiling was careful while doing it: "The next step is to soak it with salt."

Bean Sprout was tired and sweating profusely, sitting slumped on a small bench and watching Lu Xiling's cooking techniques. Her family's A Ling was so careful in cooking that even peeled the ginger before shredding it.

In ancient times, condiments were expensive, and so was salt, but salt was superior in its many varieties, such as peach blossom salt, plum blossom salt, well salt, and refined salt. Different categories have different prices.

The price of their salt is moderate, the quality is barely average, and the taste is not salty enough.

Although Lu Xiling was reluctant to part with it, she had to sprinkle more in it, otherwise she couldn't pickle it.

"Scrub and wash the inside and outside, and pierce the corns, otherwise it will affect the taste."

Bean Sprout didn't know whether he listened or not, and said in a daze: "A Ling's hand is so soft and tender, it must be very comfortable to press on someone's body."

She snorted softly: "I never thought that this beast would be so blessed after death!"

Lu Xiling smiled, this girl really must take revenge.

With plain hands, astragalus, green onion, ginger, poria cocos, wolfberry...stuff them all into the chicken belly, put them in a casserole and simmer over water.

During the rest of the soup making time, the bean sprouts like to smell the aroma of the chicken soup, and they don't want to go astray and stay to watch the pot.

Lu Xiling happened to take a break in her busy schedule and flipped through the ledger casually.

After looking through it, I discovered that Bean Sprout's ability is far more than that of eating and broadcasting bloggers-the little girl is pretty good at math.

I didn't notice it when I looked at it before, because the business in the shop is very stable, and the amount of money and the number of shares on the account are very simple and clear at a glance.

This time they expanded their business, added cakes, drinks, extra charges, tips...

Lu Xiling stared at the back of the counting prodigy with a pair of bright eyes, did she calculate this all just now?Could it be that the little girl is intelligent without knowing it?

"Sister Bean Sprouts?"

Next to the hot pot, Bean Sprout turned half of his face sleepily, not sure if it was fragrant or tired.

"Both." Bean Sprout swallowed and said, "If you have something to say, just talk about it."

She said rubbing her eyes.

Is she hallucinating already?Why does it feel that Ah Ling's smile is as sly as when she was with Sun Xiangu that day?

The hand clenched behind her back was handed over, and Lu Xiling smiled: "I can't figure out this account, take a look?"

Bean Sprout took the account book and said: "Today, there are chickens and rabbits in the same cage. There are 35 heads on the top and 94 feet on the bottom. How many chickens and rabbits are there?"

Ah Ling raised chickens?
Bean Sprout looked up in surprise, and met Lu Xiling's slippery eyes.

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