Fantasy Westward Journey: My Big Anchor System

In the huge old house, Feng Jun and Zhou Cuiping also helped Feng Jianguo start washing various ingredients. Although Feng Jianguo and Zhou Cuiping usually lived a simple life, once it came to their children's return, especially this time with Shen Lin'er, Fu Yubing and the fat man's family, they were very worried.

The second brother is not stingy at all, and he has everything from lobsters, abalone and big crabs.

"Dad, why do I feel that your boiled chicken tastes better than the ones made by top chefs?" Feng Jun asked while helping Feng Jianguo pluck the chicken feathers.

"No, no, no, don't praise me too much. I can't compare with the top chefs. I can compare with the cooking skills of some chefs in some small restaurants or hotels, but compared with the top chefs, I'm still a little bit behind.

To use what you young people always like to say, that is, don't use your hobby to challenge other people's jobs. They are professional chefs who have been cooking for decades, and I can't compare to them.

In fact, the white-cut chicken is not that particular. You just need to choose the right chicken. It must be fresh and not too old, especially not roosters, otherwise the meat will be hard and difficult to chew. It is best to use a free-range chicken that is less than six months old, especially a castrated chicken.

The second thing is the breed. We raise three yellow chickens and bearded chickens here. Of course, Zhanjiang chickens are also suitable. If you like softer ones, you can choose three yellow chickens and bearded chickens. If you like firmer ones, you can choose Zhanjiang chickens.

The key is to dip the chicken in the slightly boiling scallion and ginger water, then lift and dip three times. Then, place the chicken completely in the pot, ensuring it's completely submerged. Immediately reduce the heat to low and bring the water to a boil, just barely simmering, with tiny bubbles like shrimp eyes forming at the bottom. Cover the pot and let it soak for 25 to 30 minutes.

Finally, rinse with cold water and immediately place in ice water, soaking completely for at least 15 minutes until the chicken is completely cooled. This step is the key to crispy chicken skin.

Then it is cut into pieces. The ideal state is that the skin is crisp and the meat is smooth, there is blood in the bones, and the meat is sweet.

Of course, your mom just can’t control the heat well. The last time she cooked boiled chicken, I couldn’t bite it. It was such a waste of such a good free-range chicken.

Although white-cut chicken is a famous dish in Guangdong Province, there aren't many places that make it well. "Feng Jianguo said cheerfully.

"That's true. This is too troublesome. You should do it, Dad." Feng Jun nodded and said seriously.

Feng Jun was reminded of a recent video he saw of a Cantonese chef competing on a cooking show. He cooked the province's signature white-cut chicken. The judges, after eating it, commented that the chicken was tough and chewy. This prompted the Cantonese chef to retort, claiming they used free-range chicken that was only 180 days old, sparking a backlash from the region.

People don't focus on cooking skills, but instead on chicken or boiled chicken.

As a native of Guangdong Province, Feng Jun couldn't say that anyone could make white-cut chicken with a free-range chicken. It still required skill, and those who didn't know how to make it naturally wouldn't do it well.

Take Nanping Village, for example. There are hundreds, if not thousands, of people who know how to make white-cut chicken. But only a handful of them can truly make it delicious.

At least in Feng Jun's opinion, the boiled chicken made by his mother and even some relatives is only average. Sometimes it is so bad that it tastes like chewing cardboard.

Only Feng Jianguo is a true culinary master, and his white-cut chicken can be called the best every time.

While busy in the courtyard, a brand new car soon stopped outside the house. The fat man, his wife and Xiao Mingyuan also walked in happily with two bottles of wine and two packs of cigarettes.

As soon as Xiao Mingyuan saw Feng Jun, he ran over excitedly, got close to Feng Jun, and stared at everything in front of him.

"Uncle Feng, Grandpa Feng, there are lobsters and big crabs. I love crabs the most." The little guy cheered excitedly.

"Knowing that you like to eat it, your grandpa Feng specially bought several large blue crabs." Feng Jun said happily while looking at the little guy.

"Xiao Mingyuan, come over here and take a look. There are big fish and mantis shrimps here." Feng Jianguo also liked Xiao Mingyuan very much, and greeted Xiao Mingyuan happily.

When the fat man's family came, Feng Jun and his friends didn't need to greet them. The two families were quite familiar with each other. They had just arrived home, put the things on the table, and then came to Feng Jun and started to get busy.

"Brother Jun, why didn't you read the message?" The fat man asked puzzledly while helping to wash the vegetables.

"What news? I was busy just now and left my phone on the table? What happened?" Feng Jun said a little puzzled.

"It's nothing, actually. I just got a level 130 simple and exquisite helmet. The basic stats are pretty good, with a base defense of 92. Didn't you tell me you were tinkering with your trumpet recently? And you said yesterday you were still short of a helmet?"

"I was planning to get a load of level 130 helmets this afternoon. I was originally thinking about trying to get a level-free helmet, but I didn't expect to find a simple and exquisite helmet." The fat man said happily, grinning.

"Putting down a simple and exquisite helmet? Oh my goodness, your luck is too good! And this helmet has a base defense of 92 points? After smelting, the defense can reach as much as 94 points?

Looking at Tianke today, there aren't many with this helmet left, right? " Feng Jun said, his eyes wide open, looking at the fat man in astonishment.

Honestly, Fatty's luck was incredible, especially since the reboot of Fantasy Westward Journey. He'd always managed to come up with something good. According to Feng Jun's estimate, he'd probably made at least three to five million yuan from Fantasy Westward Journey.

This is truly a blessing from the goddess of luck. At least in Feng Jun's opinion, not many people can have such great luck as him.

Now he has come up with a simple and exquisite level 130 helmet, which is somewhat beyond Feng Jun's imagination.

"Hehe, I'm just a little luckier." The fat man said embarrassedly, scratching his head.

"Come on, this is called good luck." Feng Jun rolled his eyes at the fat man.

"Hehe, Brother Jun, how dare you criticize me? Don't you see that it's only been a few days since you started using the small account? What you got seems to be even more exaggerated than what I got." The fat man said repeatedly.

After hearing what the fat man said, Feng Jun didn't know how to refute him. He quickly waved his hands and said, "Alright, alright, I want that helmet. I'll see the price later!"