Chapter 351 343. It Tastes Good (4/5)

Chapter 351 343. It Tastes Good (45)

Lao Wang is not an ignorant person. He has eaten turkey meat. Last year, he had a Christmas dinner in Kobe's restaurant. The main course was turkey, but he had never seen a live turkey.

Now that I saw him, I realized that this thing, like a peacock, can open its tail!

The turkeys could not only open their tails, but also fly. The two turkeys immediately spotted everyone, and they immediately spread their wings and flew away. They were supposed to be planning to mate, but they were interrupted like this.

The two turkeys were not flying fast. Wang Bo followed them and entered the grove, where some similar-looking turkeys appeared. Obviously, this was a group of turkeys flying over.

"Is there such a lack of food around? First wild boars, then deer, and now turkeys. How did they come to the ranch so actively?" Bowen asked in surprise.

Wang Bo pretended not to understand, and asked back, "Isn't it like this in Dezhou?"

Cousins ​​answered the question, shrugging his shoulders: "The livestock and poultry on the ranch in Texas will only escape, but I have never heard of wild animals coming on their own initiative."

"But that's a good thing, isn't it?"

"Of course, good thing, great."

After taking away the pheasants, I met Dongtao chickens when I walked forward. This precious poultry breeds very well after it came to the pasture. There are eggs in the next chicken coop.

Seeing this, he said: "Very well, choose two chickens that have not laid eggs, and we will taste the taste of royal chickens tonight."

Bowen smiled dryly: "Forget it, boss, there are pheasants, so don't use this kind of chicken?"

"You don't want to eat it? It's very expensive, and you can't get it in New Zealand." Wang Bo asked in surprise.

Cousins ​​also laughed dryly: "Boss, we don't have to eat it ourselves. Since it's so expensive, let's sell it. Well, I'll be honest, they look a bit disgusting."

Since this was the case, Lao Wang did not insist. There was always cold fresh meat in the castle, and he chose some lamb and calf meat. In the evening, they lit a bonfire on the grass of the training ground and set up a clay pot, poured water into it and boiled it.

New Zealanders don’t eat fresh meat. After the animals are slaughtered, the meat must be frozen to kill the parasites and their eggs. Chinese people pay attention to eating everything while it’s fresh. New Zealanders don’t see it that way.

Even seafood, many varieties are not eaten fresh, especially freshwater fish and freshwater shrimp, which must be frozen for a period of time. Of course, there is no problem with deep-sea fish, because deep-sea fish has no parasites.

After the clay pot boiled, Wang Bo put the mutton cut into strips, including lamb chops and mutton hind legs, and added ingredients such as onion, ginger, garlic, pepper star anise, etc., and then stewed.

Cousins ​​went to deal with the pheasant. He wanted to peel off the skin. Wang Bo shook his head and said, "No, just pluck the feathers, let the blood out, remove the internal organs, and bring it to me. I'll handle it."

He wants to make beggar's chicken. When the cowboys slaughtered cattle and sheep, they accumulated a lot of butter and suet. This stuff is useless to New Zealanders, but it is very useful to Wang Bo.

With the chicken skin, Wang Bo stuffed onion, ginger, garlic, shiitake mushrooms, rosemary and green vegetables into the chicken belly, then wiped the chicken with cooking wine and soy sauce, then carefully wiped it with sheep oil, and finally wiped it with mud Wrap up.

Seeing something like a lump of dirt, Hani was dumbfounded and said, "God, boss, you are so good at riding a horse. Where is this dark food?"

Charlie, who is familiar with China, also finds it difficult to understand: "My God, don't say what kind of chicken is this. As far as I know, it is to be wrapped in lotus leaves, and you don't put anything?"

The strong man beside him happily licked his tongue and wagged his tail. The dog's face was full of expectation: It's okay, I don't dislike it, I can eat it.

Xiao Wang opened his mouth wide, with an even more expectant expression: It's okay, I can eat it with mud.

Wang Bo smiled and said, "Just wait and see, you don't have confidence in me?"

Charlie shrugged, that's true, anyway, Lao Wang's cooking has never been a problem.

The hare rack was roasted on the bonfire. The snow pigeon caught by Big Fatty and Erpang before was marinated by Lao Wang and put in the refrigerator. This time he took it out and put a pot on another fire to cook it. Quail-style braised snow pigeon.

This dish is simple, the snow pigeon is cut into four parts with two knives, the oil in the pot is boiled and thrown into it, add some radishes, potatoes, peppers, and stir-fry with cooking wine light soy sauce and dark soy sauce. .

Stewing mutton takes the most time. Wang Bo opened the lid after gurgling in the clay pot for an hour.

As soon as the lid was opened, a strong smell of meat came out along with the steam. The strong man and the queen squinted their eyes and twitched their noses, and their tails swung quickly.

"It tastes good, doesn't it?" Old Wang asked with a smile.

Xiao Wang nodded vigorously, as if he understood the sentence.

The hare has been roasted long ago, and its color is golden and oily. The cowboys, among other things, are really excellent at grilling. A fat hare, after roasting, only the corners are burnt.

Eva found a grassy area near a small tree. She spread out a plastic sheet for picnics, and Kidd carried the little loli and hung a lamp on it. Because it was a rechargeable lamp, the light was not very bright, but it was It's ok too.

He took out the mutton. Little Hani wanted to eat it. Wang Bo shook his head. He opened the prepared incubator. There were ice cubes in it, and then he put the packed mutton in. He said, "Pick the meat with your hands and eat it cold to taste. .”

When everything was ready, he extinguished the bonfire and dug out the steamy mud lumps inside. Uncle Bing smiled and said, "God, I forgot that there is such a guy, dark cooking, right?"

Wang Bo smashed the scorched lumps of mud with the handle of a gun, and they condensed into lumps, which fell to the ground piece by piece after smashing, revealing the slightly brownish-red roast chicken inside.

"Why is it this color?"

"It's muddy, that must be the reason."

"Can I still eat it? In fact, even if we don't have this roast chicken, we still have enough to eat."

Wang Bo waited until the heat of the grilled chicken dissipated, and he peeled off the chicken skin, revealing the snow-white chicken.

Big Fatty and Er Fatty have the most sensitive sense of smell. As soon as the roast chicken was knocked open, they ran over, their short legs moved quickly, and turned around the roast chicken.

Wang Bo tore up two drumsticks, one for the fat man and one for the fat man, and the rest was divided into two for the queen and the young man, so Xiao Wang was very dissatisfied and opened his mouth to roar at him: "Wow!"

The roar of the liger was very intimidating. Lao Wang was hit head-on and felt his heart beating faster. He glared and said angrily, "Why are you so anxious, are you here hungry?"

Xiao Wang immediately fainted. It crawled to Wang Bo's side, stuffed its big furry head into his arms, then rolled on the spot, whining softly.