The spicy teacher of the halberd

“You don’t want us to eat grass.”

Hinata’s face was bitter, and she finally couldn’t help but say it. Even if this grass can become some peerless delicacy, she does not want to end up with herbivores.

“Don’t worry, you can’t eat this kind of good thing.” Chang Wei, who said this, had already washed the flowers and plants in the stream and filled the chicken with water droplets.

Then he grabbed a spatula and started digging up the soil again.

Hinata’s face darkened, and she felt like she was going to change from a herbivore girl to a dirt-eating girl.

The ribs and naked eye are already cooked, and the grilled fish and shrimp are also bubbling with a tempting aroma, but everyone has not moved. Compared to eating happily, this invisible roast chicken showdown is obviously more appetizing.

Shinomiya Kojiro still turned the iron fork intently, while dripping it with the prepared wine juice, so that the chicken was heated evenly and the skin was crispy and tender. Soon, the aroma wafted to everyone, making people linger.

In contrast, Chang Wei’s side is simply playing with mud… The yellow mud of the stream was piled up into a small earthen cellar. All that remains is pasted on the bay leaf-wrapped chicken, which is wrapped in a basketball-sized mud ball.

“He doesn’t use a barbecue grill, but this mud oven to roast chickens?” Shinomiya Kojiro’s eyes lit up.

In fact, Chang Wei walked to the barbecue, picked up some fruit charcoal with an iron clip and put it at the bottom of the earthen cellar, placed the mud-coated chicken in it, and sealed the cellar mouth with the remaining soil.

“So it is, baked in the oven.” Shinomiya Kojiro understood. This should be modeled on the way of roasting duck in the oven, compared to the open flame barbecue The overall heating is more even, and the meat quality of the stewed meat is like steamed steamed buns – tender, and the smell of spices is stronger.

Everyone suddenly realized and gathered around the mud furnace with great interest

“Like a homemade pressure cooker, this mud oven is really interesting.” Donato Wutong carefully touched the mud layer on the surface that had dried, full of interest.

Chang Wei smiled, as he said, although it is not cooked in a pressurized form, the charcoal fire in the mud oven can also heat the chicken evenly.

This kind of cooking method similar to the flower chicken, although it is not considered into the flow and cannot be elegant, but it is full of local customs, and it is the most common dish on the table of Chinese rural farmhouses. Visitors start from building the earthen cellar until the finished product is baked, which is also a way of gastronomic entertainment.

However, thinking of this, Chang Wei’s smile gradually converged, but became solemn. He frowned, feeling that he had been negligent in some way.

Of course, the charcoal fire can make the ingredients evenly heated, but the charcoal fire that has just been put into the barbecue grill is probably only suitable for barbecue with an open flame. The temperature of the fruit charcoal alone is afraid that it is not enough to grill cooked chicken in a short time.

According to the method of calling flower chicken, after the chicken is buried in the mud pit, it needs to be baked on a fire, and the use of the earthen cellar also needs to be heated by an open flame.

It won’t be undercooked… Chang Wei was a little nervous, the heat source was nowhere to be found, and the remaining fruit and wood firewood had long been used up and turned into charcoal in the barbecue.

He tried to run the small universe, but even though the star core flame was churning, it could not be used in reality.

“It’s so hot!”

Hinata touched the clay furnace curiously, but suddenly retracted her hand like an electric shock, and blew into the palm of her hand with teary eyes.

Chang was stunned, he tested the temperature of the surface of the clay furnace with his hand, and quickly retracted his hand after touching the surface.

How can the charcoal fire be heated to such a point, the entire mud embryo furnace has dried up, and the soil on the surface is constantly drying and cracking, not only everyone is shocked, even Chang Wei himself can’t say why.

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Not far away, there was the same movement as before in the jungle, so shocked that Chang Wei looked around, but still did not find any clues.

“What’s wrong, isn’t it good to have a high temperature?” Seeing Chang Wei’s face was abnormal, Hinata tilted her head suspiciously.

“Nothing…”

Putting away his thoughts, Chang Wei returned his attention to the mud embryo furnace. Whatever the reason, the problem of heat sources was solved.

“It’s done.”

Shinomiya Kojiro put away the iron fork and placed the steaming spring chicken on a plate. The crispy skin emits a moisturizing sound, mixed with the aroma of wine and meat, which is refreshing.

Shinomiya Kojiro cuts the chicken into pieces with a knife and fork, and the spicy smell in the split chicken belly suddenly comes to his face, attracting everyone away.

“Then I’ll taste it first…” Hinata was about to extend her paws to the plate, but was pushed away by Shinomiya Kojiro, and her face was suddenly full of displeasure.

Shinomiya Kojiro handed the fork to Changwei, who did not hesitate and took the knife and fork.

The blade cuts through the crispy chicken skin from top to bottom, enough to feel the changing feel of crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Before the pieces of meat touched the lips and teeth, a strong spicy smell crept into the nostrils.

In the mouth, I only feel that the upper teeth touch a piece of scorching, and the bite is rich and not greasy, mixed with wine aroma, and suddenly feel mouth-tongued.

Further down is the plump and juicy chicken, with a wonderful fruity aroma and spicy aroma, which is hard to describe.

“Your grasp of the fire is much better than your character.”

Ignoring the detrimental tone, everyone already understood that this was Chang Wei’s heartfelt admiration for this French roasted spring chicken. So they all started to eat, holding knives and forks, and were instantly overwhelmed by the wonderful tide.

“The outside is crispy and the inside is tender, and the change in taste is simply amazing!”

“Senior of the fourth palace, there are two strokes!”

“Well, mastery of the mastery of the fire.”

Shinomiya Kojiro maintained a cold face, and was just about to speak, but saw Chang Wei get up and run to the earthen cellar and touch the temperature of the surface mud embryo.

Then in front of everyone, he flew up and kicked the earthen cellar to pieces and collapsed!

“Hey, you are…”

Without the surprised people, Chang Wei took out the mud-wrapped chicken from the mound, carefully pulled the soil that had been dried and the surface together with it, and suddenly a rich aroma came to his face.

Sure enough, with the help of a heat source from nowhere, the whole chicken was fully cooked!

“How can this aroma be so strong…”

Shinomiya Kojiro was a little surprised, and if he didn’t mention anything else, he had lost half a multiplication in terms of this aroma alone.

He saw the green leaves looming in the dirt, the leaves that had previously wrapped the chicken’s whole body and were covered in mud.

“So it is, the aroma of bay leaves.”

Bay leaves are the raw materials for spices, and compared to the finished product, the fresh leaves are fragrant and have a peculiar grassy and woody atmosphere.

However, the secret of this flower chicken is not only that.