Transmigrated To Ancient Times To Farm And Build A Kingdom

“Smoked Chicken—”

Nuan Chun draws a long note, strangely looking at the snails and other orcs who are busy in front of the stone stove.

"Chang Xia, can we make smoked chicken at this time?"

She remembered that the tribe made bacon, which was always in the cold season. How can smoked chicken be made at high temperature at this time? Isn't it afraid that the chicken will taste bad before it is smoked?

Ha ha!

When Tian Luo heard Nuan Chun's question, she chuckled lightly.

"The method of smoked chicken taught by Changxia is different from the bacon made by the tribe. This smoked chicken can be eaten directly without drying." Tianluo explained with a smile. While talking, he blanched all the remaining white-legged chicken Take out the water and put it in a rattan sieve.

Xylophone Heyun began to wash the pot, and started the second round of stewing, adding stew, ginger and spring onion, and Weigen sauce. At the same time, this is also an important step in making smoked chicken.

Nuan Chun blinked, half understanding.

However, she heard the sentence about eating the snails directly.

Putting down the twins, I couldn't help swallowing.

"What do you need me to do?" Nuan Chun asked simply. He didn't ask any more, just asked what he was going to do, looking at the white-legged chicken on the rattan sieve, his eyes were full of longing.

"Nanchun is over, help with the chicken offal."

There are more than 70 white-footed chickens, and there are a lot of chicken offal.

The xylophone was worried about leaving it to Shen Rong and the others, just as Nuan Chun came over.

So, let Nuan Chun go over to help with the chicken offal. This kind of meticulous work has to be done by females with more peace of mind.

"Okay!" Nuan Chun responded, told the twins a few words, and squatted in the small pool next to the water tank to help clean the chicken internal organs.

"Snail Eminem, give the stewed white-legged chicken to Xylophone Eminem and the others. You and I will come into the kitchen. We should prepare smoked chicken with thatched stalks."

This is the final process. Chang Xia is holding cool leaves and sugar, and a slate polished by a millstone is placed at the bottom of the pot. Spread the cool leaves and sugar on the slate, wait for the white-legged chicken to be stewed, take it out and drain the water, then smoke it with thatched stalks.

Tian Luo followed Chang Xia into the house and asked how to use sugar and cool leaves.

Chang Xia explained softly, the more Tian Luo listened, the brighter his eyes became.

After the white-legged chicken is stewed at the xylophone, put the cool leaves and sugar on the slate with long summer snails, and put a thatched grate on it, and the white-legged chicken can be smoked at any time.

"In one pot, this thatched grate can hold at most three white-legged chickens. There are more than seventy white-footed chickens, so it must be steamed twenty or thirty times?" After calculating, Tian Luo looked distressed.

"After the white-legged chickens are all stewed, we can free up the stone stove and use the pot over there to smoke the white-footed chickens." Chang Xia said with a smile, and continued: "However, I think the pheasants caught by the tribe in the fertile fields should be Take it to the tribal square and smoke it."

"Sure." Tian Luo said.

On Baihu Street, there are hundreds of orcs.

Let’s not talk about one smoked per person, half of them should always be indispensable.

In this way, at least hundreds of pheasants are needed.

Coupled with the weight of the tribe, hundreds of smoked chickens will be smoked under the calculation. No matter how spacious the courtyard of Changxia Cave Dwelling is, it is not as convenient as going to the Tribal Square.

Prepare the stew in advance of the long summer, and there is not enough Weigen sauce.

The xylophone has been boiled by the tribe, and when the wild pheasant is sent to the tribe, the Weigen sauce is almost ready to use. There is no shortage of ginger and garlic in the tribe, sugar and cool leaves, Chang Xia tells the snails the amount, and Chang Xia from the tribe does not participate.

Tomorrow, we have to go to Weishan Holy Land.

Chang Xia wondered what supplies to bring to the old ape besides the smoked chicken.

The tribe sent some wild fruits and game from Weishan Holy Land every now and then, but Chang Xia didn't ask much, knowing that the old ape should have brought her some.

Except Weishan ape, who dares to enter the holy land of Weishan to pick wild fruits and catch prey at will?

"Long Xia, how long does it take to steam the smoked chicken?"

"Ten minutes!"

Blanched and stewed successively, the chicken has been cooked. Smoked over a low fire, just for coloring and flavor enhancement, it can be uncovered and turned over at any time.

Once you hear it, you only need to steam it for ten minutes.

Some orcs couldn't help swallowing.

The faint smoky smell, mixed with the smell of chicken, quickly rises from the stove, filling the entire kitchen and spreading outside.

"It smells weird!"

For the first time, I smelled the smell of smoked white-legged chicken.

The unique smoky smell makes xylophones feel weird to them.

Strange, a little choking.

but--

The more you smell it, the more greedy you become, the more you smell it, the hungrier you become.

Cuckoo!

The sound of hunger in the stomach rang out from time to time, but no one opened their mouths to mock.

Even Chang Xia clutched his stomach and stared at the three white-footed chickens being smoked in the pot. The white-legged chicken eats salt all the year round, and the chicken naturally has a salty taste. When Chang Xia prepared the ingredients, he deliberately reduced the amount of the vegan sauce and added salt as appropriate.

"Chang Xia, can I eat it?" Bai Qing urged, standing on tiptoe.

In Changxia, remove the cover and turn the three white-legged chickens over so that the chickens are smoked as evenly as possible to make them look better. At the same time, it also makes the chicken more smell of cool leaves.

"Wait a little longer—" Chang Xia said.

"Xylophone, the root patriarch is here."

He Yun entered the room and played the xylophone. Obviously, the clansmen who used to catch pheasants in Woye should return to the tribe at this time.

Gen came over and called the xylophone to return to the tribe, and there was a lot of noise.

The wind was heard in Baihu Street, and the foreign orcs over there were all waiting to eat smoked chicken. Depending on the situation, I'm afraid there will be foreign orcs going to the tribal square to steal their lessons. After all, in the past two days, orcs have set off one after another.

"Tell him not to worry, wait a moment." The xylophone didn't turn its head back, and waved to He Yun. The smoked chicken is about to be ready, no matter how urgent it is, we have to wait until she has tasted the smoked chicken.

"It's a very tempting aroma!" Root squeezed into the kitchen, staring at the stove, and asked, "Chang Xia, is this smoked chicken? Is it difficult to make? How long can it be kept after it's done?"

"Stop—" Xylophone stared.

What is this person talking about, just ask, if you can't stop once you ask, it's nothing.

Being stared at by the orcs, Gen looked slightly embarrassed and smiled. Shut up, and didn't ask any more questions.

"Shen Rong, rinse the cutting board." Chang Xia said.

Upon hearing this, the eyes of all the orcs lit up.

Does this mean the smoked chicken is ready?

As Chang Xia uncovered the pot again, a strong smoky smell came out. This taste is unique and strong, and it smells very gluttonous.

"Chang Xia, cut it?" Tian Luo asked.

Chang Xia said: "Cut. Everyone has been busy for a long time, isn't it just because of this stuttering?"

"Let me do it—" Xylophone took the chopping board and knife from Shen Rong's hand, asked Tian Luo to put the smoked white-legged chicken on the chopping board, and then chopped it up with a swing of the knife.

The xylophone knife worker did not say that there is not much difference between each piece of chicken.

"Mum xylophone, chop up all three!" Chang Xia said loudly. There are more than seventy white-footed chickens, she doesn't need to search too much, and after chopping up one, two more are just right.

While talking, Chang Xia took out three white-footed chickens again and put them on the thatched grate for smoking. The cold leaves and sugar in the pot were put in with the help of snails.

Chop chop——

There was another sound of chopping vegetables.

Sliced ​​white-legged chickens are stacked in clay pots.

"Let me taste it—" Seeing that none of the orcs made a move, Chang Xia took the lead in picking up a piece of chicken and stuffing it into her mouth. A light smoky flavor, and the unique salty flavor of the white-legged chicken, are perfectly blended under the neutralization of seasoning such as Weigen sauce.

A little hard, but more chewy.

It has a completely different taste from Songshan chicken, and white-footed chicken has a tough taste. It is said that the smoked chicken should be tender and smooth.

White-legged chicken is different, more like air-dried chicken.

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