Datang First Chef

Seeing the four chickens delivered to the door, Mo Wenyuan also felt weird. He waited in place for a while, and he was relieved when he saw that the bonfire was not extinguished and there were no wolf eyes glowing green in the woods.

The merchants were eating wine and chatting, and didn't pay much attention to Mo Wenyuan's movements here. They waited until the dried meat in the pot gave off a strange smell, and they were attracted by the smell. They happened to see Mr. Mo Xiaolang handling four stunned wild pheasant.

The leading peddler is named Lu Mingzhong, he is loyal, and he is not well known among the merchants. Everyone present regards him as the leader. He is used to dealing with Li Sanniang, and this time he is very polite to the mother and son. Seeing Mo Wenyuan deal with the pheasant, he said in surprise : "Mr. Mo Xiaolang, where did these chickens come from?"

Mo Wenyuan said: "The ones who ran out of the forest just now hit the tree trunk with their heads. I saw them fainted, so I prepared to kill them and eat them."

Hearing this strange situation, Lu Zhong was also very vigilant. He personally took a torch and walked around the forest, but he didn't see any beasts, so he calmed down and said, "How does Mr. Xiao Lang plan to deal with it?"

Mo Wenyuan calculated: "Two for roast chicken, and two for beggar chicken."

Roast chicken merchants know it, isn't it just to pluck the chicken and then skewer it for roasting?They also made grilled food in their spare time, but most of them were not very successful. The meat roasted was either undercooked or too old, and it was only seasoned with salt, which was definitely not good.

Lu Zhongdao: "What is a beggar chicken?" The name "beggar" was only used in the Yuan Dynasty, and he couldn't even understand the meaning when he heard the name suddenly.

Mo Wenyuan recalled that he had only heard words such as "beggar" and "refugee" on weekdays, and he had never heard of beggars. He immediately changed his words: "It is when beggars settled down in dilapidated temples in the suburbs that they made chickens."

"When they settled down in the dilapidated temple, they could occasionally catch pheasants, but they had no bowls for cooking chicken except coarse salt, so they came up with a method of roasting chicken with clay." These are of course nonsense, beggar chicken Although it was invented by a beggar, it is not the beggar today.

Lu Zhong and others made him stunned by what he said, and couldn't help but look at Li Sanniang who was acting as a hands-off cabinet. Sanniang explained to them: "My son likes to cook food since he was a child, and he is very talented in this way. Most of the dishes are made by him."

If the lord of the gentry heard it, he would have to despise Mo Wenyuan. The theory of a gentleman staying away from the kitchen has existed since ancient times. Only young ladies will be busy in front of the stage. It is really shameful for the elders to go in and out of the kitchen.But the people who listened to Li Sanniang were merchants, scholars, farmers, businessmen, and merchants in the Tang Dynasty. The status of merchants was not necessarily high. After listening to them, they only felt that Mo Wenyuan was worthy of being a well-known child prodigy, and he was uniquely talented in the esophagus at a young age.

Lu Zhong and the others traveled all over the country, and it was inevitable that they would have to sleep in the wild. They were very common sense, and chose a place to stay near the forest and the lake, and there was a clear stream not far away.Mo Wenyuan took out a kitchen knife from the package, and cut open the chicken's neck neatly, pouring the chicken's blood and digging out the internal organs in one go.

There is a very important point in the process of beggar chicken, that is, not to pluck the hair. He swung it in the abdominal cavity with salt and water first, and then went back to the car to take out a bamboo tube, and poured the red sauce on the blade. He skillfully spread the sauce evenly in the belly of the pheasant.

Mo Xiaoyuan's secret sauce, spread it on the meat and roast it, it's delicious!

There was yellow mud with high moisture content around the creek, but Hanoi could not find lotus leaves. He didn't force it, and wrapped the chicken in yellow mud.

Everyone saw that he was skillful, and they were very curious about the taste of beggar chicken. Lu Zhong unified everyone's opinions and said with a shy face: "Mr. Mo Xiaolang, why don't you cook the rest of the chicken? When will the chicken be roasted?" They can be eaten, but beggar chickens are hard to find.”

Even Li Sanniang nodded repeatedly. She was not very greedy in the past. Facts have proved that if people don't like to eat, it must be because the food is not tasty. Mo Wenyuan's dishes are so fresh that people can swallow their tongues , now what Li Sanniang looks forward to most every day is to eat.

Mo Wenyuan was used to being talkative, seeing that the people around him had similar opinions, he readily agreed and made the remaining two chickens as well.

In the depths of the dense forest, the little black sheep was drooling, and the wise monk following him was shivering. The night in the spring of tomorrow was not cold, but he felt a chill from the bottom of his heart.

Why is it that other people are happily waiting for the meal, but he can only eat pancakes? Why!

Little Black Sheep: Baa baa baa.

You can also choose bigu.

……

The jerky meat made a gurgling sound, and a series of boiling bubbles formed on the calm porridge surface, like magma about to erupt deep in a volcano. Mo Wenyuan said, "You can eat it." One bowl per person.

He himself was not in a hurry to eat. Instead, he pulled the beggar chicken under the campfire pit, first peeled off the outer layer of soil with a branch, and then thrust it sharply between the branches, and the yellow mud ball was forked out.

His control ability is very strong, the yellow mud layer is not very thick, the tip of the branch is neither too much nor too little, neither touching the inner layer of chicken, nor piercing into the brittle and hard soil layer.

It seems that he is a martial arts master who is not born in the world.

All four chickens were pulled out, and after cooling down, he began to dismantle them one by one, breaking the loess on the surface, and the chicken feathers fell off, without him even needing to reach out and fiddle with them.

"Ok?"

Mo Wenyuan stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes. It was clear that there were four chickens just now, why did it suddenly become three?He looked up and looked around, he didn't think that someone could get the beggar chicken away from such a long distance.

One of the merchants noticed the problem sharply. He watched Mo Wenyuan put four mud balls out, but in the blink of an eye, one was missing.

He didn't think about ghosts first. He has been walking along the corridors of the two capitals for many years, and no one has ever had any problems. The monks in Luoyang and Chang'an don't eat for nothing. The aristocratic families rooted in nearby counties also have the habit of worshiping mages. He said: "Could it be that there's a weasel, a cat, and a raccoon? They took the chicken away in the blink of an eye."

Mo Wenyuan didn't think so, he subconsciously reached out and touched the Zen stick in his belt, and comforted himself: If it's really a ghost, it's probably a fox spirit who likes to eat chicken.

What's more, it is strange to wait for the chickens. If the four pheasants were really driven here, it would be normal to take one as a reward.

Hey, it's better to sprinkle more realgar powder on the ground at night, and the elixir must be ignited.

……

The three beggar chickens are not small in size, the skin is crisp and tender, and the color is browned. The special sauce smeared in the abdominal cavity contains honey. The sweet honey penetrates into the chicken, making the meat softer and more tender.

The salty aroma of the sauce is firmly locked in the chicken. When you smell it closely, you don't feel the aroma is overwhelming, but tear off a piece of meat and chew it in your mouth, and the long flavor gradually spreads in your mouth.

At the beginning, I felt the fragrance was weak, but with the continuous movement of the occlusal muscles and the grinding of the teeth, the faint and long-lasting fragrance became stronger and stronger, and the body fluid secreted in the mouth became more and more, reaching a certain critical point. The taste of the chicken is like a shocking thunderbolt, which explodes on the taste buds suddenly.

"too delicious!"

“The chicken is so delicious!”

"Da Lang is smart!"

Mo Wenyuan himself is not very satisfied. It is difficult to control the time when making beggar chicken in the wild. The meat is buried deep and shallow, and it is difficult to control the temperature. This time he made chicken a bit too hot, and the roasting time was too long. Next time The time is even shorter.

The difference between meat quality and moisture can only be tasted by cooks and top-level gourmets. For the merchant and Li Sanniang, beggar chicken is already an incredible delicacy. Happy smile.

Food is a good way to relieve fatigue and soothe the soul.

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Little Taotie flexibly used his hooves to break up the yellow mud, and lowered his head to savor the taste of beggar chicken.

He considers himself a glutton who only has good taste, and he has never done anything rude except that he was too excited to eat Sixi Roasted Bran at the beginning and bit the plate together.In terms of the fineness of eating, no one of the beasts of the same clan can compare with him. He doesn't eat the chicken head, neck, or buttocks, and only eats the best part.

He arched his short tail towards Huizhi, as if asking: Do you want to eat?

Huizhi shook his head again and again. In the human world, he is a monk of Daxingshan Temple and cannot break the precepts. In the heaven, he is a god who is inextricably linked with Buddhism.

What's more, it's still a chicken head, chicken neck and chicken butt, even if you eat it, you have to eat better meat.

After eating, the little black sheep didn't wag its tail happily, but Huizhi could tell from his face that he was thinking!

Huizhi: "What's wrong?"

Little Black Sheep: "Baa baa!" The meat is old!

Huizhi: "Um, what's the difference?"

Little Black Sheep: "Baa baa!" It was not as delicious as he imagined!

Huizhi was overjoyed, and thought that Taotie could finally leave Mr. Mo Xiaolang?To be honest, he and Mr. Mo Xiaolang have a half-teacher friendship. Thinking that the other party will be stared at by the little glutton because of his good cooking skills, he still feels a little distressed. He said softly: "How about we change to eat? Don't stare at him." Mr. Xiaolang."

Little Black Sheep: "Baa baa baa baa!"

His tongue told himself that others would do worse, Xiao Langjun seemed to be cooking chicken for the first time, so he gave him two more chances.

Huizhi: "..."

He raised his head and looked up at the sky with a speechless face, old man Tiandao, why did he give a Taotie an incomparably fine tongue?It is true that there are fewer disasters in the world, but he is going to be bored to death!

Hey, it's true that if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell.

……

Before arriving in Luoyang, everyone in the caravan passed through Goushi County. Unlike other places, Goushi County around Luoyang is quite famous.

Li Sanniang explained to Mo Wenyuan: "This is the hometown of Master Xuanzang. I heard that when Master Xuanzang was born, there was a golden cloud floating across the sky. His mother heard a Bodhisattva whispering in her dream. After waking up, she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. Master Xuanzang fell to the ground."

Mo Wenyuan also heard this passage in the monastery. Master Xuanzang is a national celebrity, and there are various versions of the story of subjugating demons and expelling demons among the people. He sighed: "Master Xuanzang is really extraordinary."

Lu Zhong was very familiar with Goushi County. He thought that he had eaten a lot of delicacies cooked by Mo Wenyuan along the way, so he wanted to thank him and said, "Mr. , but the water mat is doing very well, it is worth a try.”

Mo Wenyuan's eyes lit up. Two days ago, he exchanged the introduction of Luoyang's local cuisine in the God of Cooking system, which mentioned the water banquet.

The introduction is vivid and interesting, not only pointing out that rice noodles, lotus vegetables, yams, radishes, and cabbage are often used as ingredients in water mats, but also attaching exquisite pictures of the finished products.

An excellent chef does not limit his vision only to the cuisines he has learned. His master taught him from the very beginning to taste a wide range of dishes from all over the world and learn from others' strengths, so as to improve his skills.

Now that the opportunity to taste the water banquet is in front of him, can he not be excited?

"Yes, yes, yes!"

He must try the water mat!