Chapter 48 A Principled Foodie, Can't Just Settle

The fat old man was holding a pheasant, and the grilling position was too close to the flame, and the turning speed was slow.

You must know that grilling food with fire is completely different from barbecue stalls. The barbecue stalls use specially made barbecue charcoal, which is easy to ignite, has even fire power, and most importantly, there is no smoke.

But as for the firewood, the firepower is uneven and the smoke is very heavy. The smoke is the charcoal ashes that have not been burned cleanly. It will rise in the flame and stick to the chicken skin, so the pheasant in the old man's hand will be burned in a short time. It's dark, it's not paste, but the surface is covered with a layer of charcoal ash, which not only affects the taste, but also makes it bitter.

Although the old man rubbed a little oil from time to time, it could not change the situation that the charcoal ash was getting thicker and thicker. Judging from the old man's posture, it was a matter of time before the charcoal was burnt.

Roasting meat with firewood is a difficult task, and the masters of the barbecue stall may not be able to do it well, and the old man is even worse.

This is also understandable. What is the identity of this old man? Usually time is precious, so how can he cook for himself?

His cooking skills are naturally uncomplimentable, not to mention the difficulty of roasting meat with firewood.

"This is simply a waste of time!"

As a foodie, uh, no, as a food lover who has a lot of research on food, Yi Yun felt that he couldn't bear it.

Seeing that the old man had finished roasting the chicken, sprinkled it with various seasonings, and then gave Lin Xintong the smoked and blackened roast chicken as if offering a treasure.

Yi Yun felt that he had nowhere to talk!

But Lin Xintong didn't seem to mind. She said, "Thank you, teacher," and took the roast chicken. She ate it in small bites. Her lips were rosy and small, but after eating the roast chicken, her lips were dyed. It was dark, Yi Yun's mouth twitched when he saw this scene.

It is really burning the piano and cooking the crane.

The old man loves his apprentice, and the roasted chicken is naturally given to the apprentice first. Well, Yi Yun, don't think about it, it's definitely going to be the last one, but Yi Yun is very grateful for this. After all, if this kind of chicken is really sold, it's definitely worth a lot of money. People like Lian Chengyu are absolutely absolutely worth it. Can't afford it.

The fat old man finished roasting the first chicken and started roasting the second chicken.

The first one was for Lin Xintong, and the old man roasted it with extra care. The second one was only for himself, and his appearance was even worse.

However, the old man was very satisfied with his work. After the two chickens were roasted, the fat old man took out a pot of wine from his wrench. He ate the roast chicken and drank wine. , After drinking it, he still enjoys the look on his face, and his white beard is up and down.

After that, he suddenly thought of something, glanced at Yi Yun, and said lazily, "It's just yours, bake it yourself, I won't serve the old man."

I am dizzy.

Yi Yun was speechless, although he didn't expect the old man to roast chicken for him, but what the old man said before, "There are not many people who can taste the old man's craftsmanship!"

After saying this, Yi Yun thought that the old man wanted to roast chicken for himself, but looking at it now, it really didn't work!

To let Yi Yun bake by himself, Yi Yun doesn't really have a clue in his heart. Although he has a lot of research on food, he is a modern person after all. With a barbecue and smokeless charcoal, of course he can bake a charcoal on the outside and tender on the inside. The plump roast chicken comes.

But should you roast it with firewood? That's really not good. The soot in the firewood can't be stopped. No matter how you turn it over, it will definitely stick to the chicken.

"I said senior, do you have a pot?"

Yi Yun asked respectfully, as a principled foodie, no matter how hungry he is or how impatient he is, he will definitely not be able to do it! In the past two months, this is the first time I have seen meat, not to mention such superb meat!

"Yes, I have."

As the old man said, he really took out a pot from his wrench.

I don't know what material this pot is made of. The craftsmanship is exquisite and the size is moderate. Yi Yun is very satisfied.

Then Yi Yun started to get busy. He began to distinguish the seasonings that the old man brought out, which surprised him.

These seasonings are very complete, including oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, etc. There is even a vegetable seasoning, which is somewhat similar to green onion and coriander.

"Well, can I borrow some wine?" Yi Yun asked again.

"Eh? Wine? Are you going to accompany the old man to drink two cups?" The old man was taken aback for a while, then he handed it to Yi Yun with a smile. This kid is actually a good drinker?

Although he is stingy, when it comes to drinking, it is good to have drinking friends, and it is interesting to drink like this.

Although he didn't like the kid in front of him very much, it was better than nothing. After all, Lin Xintong didn't drink, and the fat old man had been drinking himself for a year.

"Teacher!" Lin Xintong was speechless, "How can you give a child a drink!"

But they didn't expect that after Yi Yun dried the chicken, he poured out some wine and spread it evenly on the chicken's body without falling into the chicken's abdominal cavity.

"Boy, what are you doing!"

The old man stared and blew his beard. He has been aged for thousands of years. As a wine lover, he cannot tolerate his own wine being wasted.

"Cooking." Yi Yun was startled, and said as a matter of course.

I have to say, this wine is really good, it's fragrant, and I don't know what kind of heaven and earth treasure it is brewed. It is estimated that drinking a sip will be good for cultivation!

"Cooking? Can wine be used to cook?" the fat old man asked back, looking like he didn't believe it at all.

Yi Yun was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly realized something.

The cooking methods of this world are probably very different from those of the earth.

In fact, in China, where the culinary civilization is extremely splendid, in ancient times, the cooking methods were quite simple.

During the Tang and Song dynasties, the basic cooking method was steaming and boiling, no matter whether it was vegetables or meat, add salt, cover the pot, and eat it when it is cooked.

As for the various cooking techniques such as frying, frying, roasting, soy sauce, smoking, and wine pickling, they developed into a system after the material life was enriched in modern times.

Each region has different food cultures, and more than 80% of the cooking methods in China are unique.

Even the simplest stir-fry dishes are found only in Huaxia on the whole earth, which sounds incredible, but it is the truth.

In the whole earth, the place with the most complicated cooking methods is Huaxia, there is no one.

In this different world, there is no need to mention the great wasteland. The working people live very hard, how can they have the energy and materials to study and cook?

As for the wealthy cities, those rich and noble people are all strong. They are so engrossed in martial arts, formation, and refining the barren bones that they have no time to study how to cook.

Only the servants of the big family can study these things, and the dishes made by these people are not bad. After all, they have accumulated a lot of cooking experience over a long period of time. However, in a small area, the cooking techniques are limited after all. , just like Americans are also afraid that many people do not know that wine can cook.

Yi Yun rubbed the chicken with oil and sauce, poured some wine into the abdomen of the chicken, and sprinkled some seasonings similar to scallions and parsley. No worse than green onions and coriander.

The next step is the key. Yi Yun wrapped the chicken with a clean coarse cloth and put a lot of salt in the pot until the salt buried the chicken and wrapped it tightly. The pot was sealed and the steaming started.

The fat old man looked at Yi Yun suspiciously. He wrapped the chicken with so much salt? That shouldn't be salted to death!

The poor children of this small tribe have no salt to eat.

But it can't be like this without salt. It's really speechless. The fat old man scoffs. This child is also strange enough.

He continued to eat his own roast chicken, but Lin Xintong stopped and looked curiously at the pot Yi Yun put on the fire.

Slowly, a fragrance came out of the pot, and the fragrance was very inconspicuous. If it wasn't for the fact that several of them were martial arts practitioners, their five senses were sensitive, and they couldn't smell it at all.

Such a light fragrance, can it be delicious?

The fat old man had already finished his roast chicken, and he licked his thick and short fingers. At this moment, Yi Yun opened the pot, used a spoon to remove the hot salt, and took out the chicken. .

Fragrant salt-baked chicken, just do it.

The moment the salt seal was opened, a fragrant smell came out, causing Yi Yun to move his index finger.

Yi Yun was pleasantly surprised to find that today he has performed beyond the standard. Of course, the main reason for this is the chicken itself. This precious chicken, which is full of energy, is many times better than the feed chickens on earth.

There is also wine, which are all wines brewed by Tiancai and Dibao. As long as you add the koji and leave it alone for hundreds of years, it is definitely a good wine for drunken gods.

The combination of the two has made Yi Yun's salt-baked chicken reach an unprecedented height.

"Huh?" The old man blew his beard, and his eyes suddenly widened.

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