Chapter 29: Qingqiu Fox Girl

"How much for a dozen chickens?"

"Seven hundred coins."

Zhou Yi casually took a piece of silver from under the counter.

"Use the rest of the money to make fried chicken. Remember to buy some spices with different flavors. Make one serving of garlic and pepper flavors."

"Don't worry, sir. I, Lao Zhou, have studied in Dashunzhai for five years. My skills are guaranteed."

Lao Zhou took the silver and weighed it. It was at least one or two or three or five coins.

A plate of fried chicken was served, along with a pot of wine.

Drinking, fried chicken, and reading are really a great pleasure in life.

The crispy flour, the fragrant chicken, and the aroma made the diners in the inn salivate.

No one can escape the law of the real fragrance of fried chicken!

"It smells so good!"

"Boss, what are you eating?"

"It seems to be fried food. It's not on the menu."

"Lao Zhou, go and make it, or I won't come again in the future."

"Me too!"

The diners started to make a fuss, and Lao Zhou looked embarrassed.

Mr. Zhou taught the method of making fried chicken because his father was from the same family five hundred years ago. This is a life-saving skill, which is passed down to men but not women.

Now Mr. Zhou has not eaten enough, how can he take care of others.

On one hand, there is the boss who treats you well, and on the other hand, there is the benefactor who teaches you the skills.

Zhou Yi ate a few pieces of fried chicken, satisfied his longing, waved his hand and said: "Go and make them, I don't eat fried chicken."

The fried chicken is very fragrant, but the taste is far inferior to the white pear blossoms, watching the drunken spring return.

Zhou Yi suddenly understood that what Zhang Cheng drank was not tea, but loneliness and nostalgia.

Not long after, the second pot of fried chicken came out of the oven, and a large pot of chicken legs and chicken wings was served, and the fragrance drifted outside the inn.

Old Zhou first picked out the chicken legs with good appearance and different flavors and served them to Zhou Yi to taste.

Zhou Yi tasted it and it tasted much better than before: "Well done, it seems that I learned a lot about cutting meatballs in Dashunzhai."

"That's... Haha, I learned a little bit after watching it a lot."

Old Zhou boasted to everyone that he was a disciple of Dashunzhai. He was just an ordinary person eating in the inn. He was stunned and couldn't tell whether it was true or not.

Zhou Yi smiled and said, "Don't tell others the formula for coating the flour I told you."

Dagan does not have a patent law. The method of fried chicken was studied thoroughly after sending chefs to eat it a few times.

Old Zhou nodded repeatedly: "That's right, I sleep with half an eye open now, even my wife can't listen to my sleep talk!"

"You are a single dog, you don't have a wife."

Zhou Yi emphasized.

Old Zhou didn't understand what a single dog was. He was in his thirties and didn't have a wife. It was considered unfilial now.

"Old Zhou, this fried chicken is so delicious, how much is it?"

"Do you have a wife?"

"Yes."

"Two cents a piece, eat it if you like!"

...

Zhou Yi still underestimated the learning ability of ancient people and the charm of fried chicken.

In just three days, Tongfu Inn had a wave of professional diners who ate fried chicken until they vomited.

Some of them wanted to get something without eating it, so they found a way to go around to the back kitchen to watch the fried chicken being made.

Zhou Yi taught him that Lao Zhou always mixed the flour and coated it in advance, so that you could hardly tell the secret even if you peeked.

This little trick couldn't stop the chefs in Kyoto. They knew the basic principles of fried chicken and could quickly deduce more than a dozen different flavors, some of which could surpass Lao Zhou's fried chicken in color, aroma and taste.

Lao Zhou didn't need to compete with them. As long as he ensured that his taste was unique, it would be enough to attract enough guests.

Most things in the world are like this. You don't have to be the best, and you don't have to be liked by everyone. Just keep your own characteristics.

In just one month.

The aroma of fried chicken filled the city, allowing Zhou Yi to feel the smell of gutter oil all over the streets in advance. Even Zhang Cheng's peanuts for drinking every day were replaced with fried chicken.

It is said that the current emperor ate fried chicken and praised it: it was delicious and you couldn't stop!

For a time, fried chicken became popular in the city.

…

It was late at night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

A stream of light fell into the Prince Huai's Mansion, passing through the halls and halls, as if entering an empty space.

The spiritual talisman formation in the mansion, the magic mirrors hanging on the doors of various places, and the immortal master sitting in the Prince Huai's Mansion, all failed to notice it.

The stream of light followed the fragrance and came to the kitchen of the Prince Huai's Mansion.

The imperial chef in the palace was making the palace secret fried chicken, which was studied by several chefs. During the process, a special formation was required to refine the essence of 18 precious medicinal materials such as cordyceps, deer antlers, ginseng and ganoderma lucidum into the fried chicken.

The fragrance is mellow, and it can nourish yin and yang, strengthen the body, and Emperor Jingtai must order it for every meal.

His Majesty heard that his nephew was ill, so he specially asked the imperial chef to come to the Prince Huai's Mansion to make it.

"Is this the delicacy of the human race? It smells so good, even better than the thousand-year-old red fruit!"

The light fell on the beam of the kitchen, and it turned out to be a little girl of seven or eight years old, with a cherry mouth, eyebrows and eyes curved like the moon, and two pigtails swaying as her nose sniffed.

While the imperial chef turned his head and didn't pay attention, the magic light flashed, and a chicken wing was missing from the plate.

"Woo woo woo, so sizzling!"

The imperial chef looked back at the plate and counted carefully.

"Huh? There are obviously eight chicken wings, why is there one missing?"

After repeated attempts at frying chicken, it was found that the skin of the chicken wings was firm, the meat had the fragrance of bones, and the skin had the taste of meat, which was the most delicious.

The imperial chef just thought it was too late and he was tired, and never suspected that there was a thief in the Prince Huai's Mansion.

This is the Prince Dagan's Mansion, a step away from the palace. Not to mention the guards patrolling day and night, the Prince Huai's Mansion itself is full of restrictions, comparable to a dragon's den and a tiger's lair.

In the past, there were no masters who visited the palace at night, hoping to prove their strength and become famous in the world. Until Emperor Guangming hung the body of the first-level martial arts master outside the palace gate, no one knew whether he was alive or dead anymore.

Da Qian was able to enthrone the land of the city god and the gods of the mountains and rivers, not by relying on humane orthodoxy, but by actual force.

"Odd numbers are unlucky, make another pair of wings."

The royal chef knew that the royal family had many rules, so he took another pair of chicken wings, breaded them in flour and deep-fried them.

On the rafters.

The little girl was sucking her fingers, licking up even the last bit of oil.

"It's so delicious, my aunt can't help it! I can't help it! Anyway, the matter is very simple and will be done quickly!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and all the chicken wings, chicken legs, and chicken pieces that had been prepared in the kitchen flew up and fell into the jade bracelet on his wrist.

The imperial chef looked at the fried chicken that he had worked so hard to prepare and disappeared in an instant, dumbfounded. No matter how slow he was, he knew something was wrong. Just when he was about to call the guards in the palace, he felt a pain in the back of his head and fainted to the ground.

"Wow, wow, it's so delicious, it's a pity that I can't take it back."

The little girl gnawed on the chicken leg and turned into light again and disappeared.

Following the mark's induction, he landed in a gorgeous courtyard. It was already late at night, and the maid on duty was dozing off.

A wisp of strange fragrance drifted away, and the maid fell into a deep sleep.

"Hey, hey, wake up, wake up."

Princess White felt someone pushing her, and slowly woke up from a deep sleep. When she opened her eyes, she saw a little girl gnawing on chicken bones, standing on her belly.

Dressed in emerald green, his limbs were crotched, revealing his white forearms and legs, with jade rings and silver bells on his wrists and ankles.

"Who are you!"

Princess Huai subconsciously stood up and found that except for being able to open her mouth to speak, her whole body was imprisoned.

The little girl chewed all the bone residue with a look of intoxication on her face.

"It's not like Qingqiu Hu Jiuying, who took the orders of the empress and repaid Hu Yue."

Hu Jiuying held the chicken bone in her mouth and could not speak clearly. Princess Huai barely understood what she meant.

revenge!

As soon as Princess Huai had an idea, she would activate the alarm weapon in her body. In just a moment, an immortal master would arrive. No matter how powerful the fox demon was, she would not be able to escape her life.

It's a pity that no matter how hard it is driven, the magic weapon in the body seems to be dead and does not move at all.

Hu Jiuying licked her lips and actually took out another chicken leg, as if eating fried chicken was the real deal.

"You dug out Hu Yue's eye, let's start with the eye..."