With Liu Dongqing's support, Xia Yun lifted his Li stick and walked up. Instead of looking at Wu Zheng and the others, he took a long breath, and smelled the scent of chaffinch with a look of intoxication, and then began to look at his eyes. Of the people.
Old Xia closed his eyes and said: "The coriander and ginger slices are not surprising, it's not right... How did this roast chicken get the coriander and ginger slices, and the smell clearly smells gravy, not like roasted stuff like stuffy? But there was a trace of pine and cypress suffocation."
Then Old Xia opened his eyes and looked down a few times, as if he was looking for something, but he didn't seem to be looking for something, so he asked, "Boy, is your chicken stuffy or roasted? But why is it stuffy? No pot again?"
Wu Zheng smiled and said: "Old gentleman, you guessed it wrong. My name is Hua Yun, which is not stuffed or roasted but burnt with pine wood. The old gentleman is windy, why not just get down and let the kid talk to you. Say it?"
Old Xia laughed, then motioned to Liu Dongqing to help him down.
When he came to the fire, Mr. Xia didn't be polite with Wu Zheng and directly tore a chicken leg from the chicken in his hand and smiled: "Don't be in a hurry, let my old man taste it first."
After speaking, he tore a piece of the chicken in his mouth when returning it, and after a few tastes, he said: "Not bad, tender and juicy, but not greasy. The heat is good, and it has the green fragrance of coriander. The pungency of ginger juice, it is rare that it is still mixed with a seemingly scent of pine and cypress. Let's talk about it, kid! How did you cook this chicken? And there is still smoky cilantro in it."
Wu Zheng smiled and said, "This chicken is called Huaji. I heard people say that it was made by a beggar who always steals other people's chickens."
"Oh? Can a beggar have this skill too?"
"Hehe old man, aren’t there many things in this world that people have discovered unintentionally? Just like the firecrackers at the Taoist gates. I heard people say that they made the firecrackers when they fry the furnace during alchemy. When it comes to eating, there’s no more. Did Liu An of the former Han make tofu through alchemy?"
"Hehe, that's the reason." Old Xia nodded and smiled: "The kid, please tell me how this beggar made such a delicious beggar?"
Wu Zheng said: "The kid said before that the beggar likes to steal chickens from others. The stolen chicken can't be brazenly grilled on the rack! So the beggar thought of an idea, cleaned the chicken and used lotus leaves. Wrap it up and put mud on it and burn it in the fire. I didn't expect the taste of the fire to be surprisingly good, so there is a chicken called the chicken that you are eating again."
Old Xia laughed at the chicken legs in his hand, and said, "The story of the kid makes sense, but the old man dare not say that he has eaten all the delicacies in the world, but there are also a lot of delicacies on both sides of the river, so he has never heard of it. Such a beggar?"
Wu Zheng smiled and said: "Master, this dog meat is delicious? But it can't be served at the main table. This is called chicken, but for the people in the gods, I am afraid that just hearing this name will lose its taste, right? For those For the nobles, eating chicken like this is not like a beggar? Only those with good mouths like us don’t care about it, and then they know that the really delicious things are often in the private sector, and only because they can’t be served on the table are they not being expensive. People know."
"What you said makes sense, but it's a pity that the old man has been born in God for so long, and it's only when he is old that he can eat such delicacies, but fortunately, it is not a pity to eat it."
"Since the old man likes to eat, I will give you all the things in my hands. If it is not enough, I will make them for you."
Old Xia looked at Wu Zheng, who was drooling but didn't take it right away. Instead, he squeaked the saliva to the corner of his mouth and said, "I heard that your kid is only half of the money. , My old man didn't carry so much money with him today."
Wu Zheng was not embarrassed when he was exposed on the spot, but instead he smiled and said: "As the saying goes, there is a treasure in a family. It is our younger generation's duty to care for an old man like you, but if the old man really feels that the hard work of the kid is for nothing. It doesn’t matter if you’re a hard-working joke, but it doesn’t matter. Father, your disciple is rich! If a disciple doesn’t even have this kind of filial piety, is it worthy to call you a teacher?"
When these words came out, Lao He and them were all stupid. We have long heard that our old master likes to cheat people and money. I didn't expect that today even the teacher of the emperor Laoer would not let go. A pheasant that was just cooked. It will take twenty pens.
Think about it when I usually robbed the Dao with the big master, then I have to run into the big caravan to get this number! #b... ... (End of this chapter)