Song Wuyou came to the kitchen.
When passing the living room, Gu Yanhao and A De were not seen, Song Wuyou asked Xu Jing, "Where is Gu Yanhao?"
"It's time to go out." Xu Jing said, how did she know Gu Shao
Xu Jing has marinated the chicken and is putting it in a basin of water to cool it.
With soy sauce and rice wine, the kitchen is already fragrant.
"Miss, I have marinated the chicken for an hour according to your instructions, what should I do next?" Xu Jing asked.
"Leave the rest to me." Song Wuyou said with a smile.
"..."
Song Wuyou took out tin foil, wrapped the whole marinated chicken, then took out half a pot of flour, and started kneading the dough...
Xu Jing stood aside, wanted to help, but couldn't do anything.
Looking at Song Wuyou's skillful movements, Xu Jing was very suspicious. How could this be checked on Baidu? This is a regular rhythm.
After kneading the flour, Song Wuyou rolled the dough into a thick dough, and then wrapped the dough tightly around the chicken wrapped in tin foil.
After finishing all this, Song Wuyou put the chicken into the oven and prepared to let it bake for half an hour.
Standing in front of the oven, looking at the number on the oven, Song Wuyou smiled with satisfaction.
It was really good that the original owner left the memory for her, so that she would not be ignorant of these high-tech things in this strange world.
After half an hour, the chicken is done roasting.
As soon as the oven door was opened, a fragrant smell came out.
"Wow, it smells so good." Xu Jing clapped her hands and shouted, "Miss, how can you be a beggar's chicken?"
The familiar and fragrant smell already made Song Wuyou's mouth water. How could she have time to answer Xu Jing's words.
She took the chicken out of the oven. After the chicken was baked, the flour on the outside had hardened and turned yellow.
Song Wuyou put it on the dining table, and then hit it with his fist, the skin split open, and the tangy smell was even stronger.
"Just eat like this." Song Wuyou opened the tin foil and tore off a chicken wing for Xu Jing.
"..." Holding the chicken wing, Xu Jing stared blankly at Song Wuyou, Song Wuyou tore off the other chicken wing and ate it.
"The taste is a bit off, the fragrance is not strong enough, weak." Song Wuyou commented while eating.
"Maybe it's because there's not enough salt." Xu Jing replied mechanically.
"No." Song Wuyou shook his head, "If it is wrapped in lotus leaves, then wrapped in mud skin, and roasted in the ground, it will be more fragrant."
Although the taste was a little bit worse than the one made in the previous life, it was enough to whet Song Wuyou's appetite.
"Miss, I heard what you said, why do you think you often act like a beggar?"
"Well, I do it often. Every time I come back from a victorious battle, my brothers in the military camp and I will make beggar's chicken together, and then drink heavily while eating the chicken." Suddenly recalling the past, Song Wuyou's eyes flickered After a touch of homesickness, he said sadly: "That time was so beautiful."
"..." Xu Jing was a little confused, what war? What barracks? Wasn't the lady taken back to the Song family when she was five years old
Although in the Song family, her life was not as good as that of the eldest and second misses, she never had to cook.
When Xu Jing went to work at Song's house, Song Wuyou was just a girl in her teens. When did she join the army and fight
Xu Jing looked at Song Wuyou distressedly, curled her lips, the young lady must have suffered brain damage in a car accident.
Xu Jing thought so, but Gu Yanhao, who stood like a god in the living room, didn't think so.
Gu Yanhao was working in the study, and after finishing his work, he wanted to go out for dinner.
Unexpectedly, I heard Song Wuyou's voice coming from the kitchen.