Chapter 71： Tibetan Phoenix (middle) (1/2)
Who dares to speak up at this time? That's Master Tianxing's darling!
Judging from his temper, he knew that this was a master who controlled killing and burying himself. He was disappeared in front of everyone. Which one would not help him with a word?
Xue Zhen smiled casually, opened the middle of the dining table, and placed the rainbow hazel chicken in a structure similar to an oven.
The ice marks in it were as if there was a biting cold wind mixed with snow flakes rushing out.
”The process of making Tibetan phoenix is very simple, and its flavor and medicinal use are all derived from the gift of time. There is an old saying, ”The article is made by nature, and it is obtained by wonderful hands.” My Jiuzhan Palace is just fortunate to participate in the research. .”
”The Tibetan phoenix needs to hang on the branches of cypress trees in the extreme cold, and will growl like a wind chime in the wind and snow until it breaks out of its cocoon and becomes a butterfly, achieving a delicious taste.”
Lin Chou grinned, this chicken was really pitiful. After a lot of tossing and looking down, the chamber was opened and the internal organs changed. The most terrifying thing is that it is not dead, hanging on the tree to listen to it!
”After the cataclysm, the climate has changed dramatically. Now if you want to make a Tibetan phoenix, you can only rely on the unique ice bellows of Jiuzhan Palace...Of course, this is just a simple version of the ice bellows, and the effect is not satisfactory. Normally, When the Tibetan phoenix slowly fades with the wind and all the feathers are exhausted, this dish is ready.”
After Xue Zhen finished speaking, he looked at Lin Chou with a smile.
Lin Chou shrugged, killed the chicken, plucked the hair, took out the internal organs, wrapped it with banana leaves, and then fry the sea salt on a fierce fire until the brown smoke came out of the blue smoke, put the wrapped guinea fowl in it, bury it, and simmer slowly .
”It's over?”
”This is over?”
”Is this guy surnamed Lin frightened? The venom glands on his forehead have not been removed, and the seasoning has not been added!”
Even Xue Zhen was taken aback, looking at Lin Chou's eyes a little embarrassed, are you scorning Jiuzhan Palace?
He didn't even bother to say anything. After an hour of waiting, Xue Zhen took the lead in taking out the dishes in the ice bellows.
At this time, the feathers of the rainbow hazel grouse have faded, and the skin is white, like a jade carving.
Xue Zhen picked up the hazel chicken. As the kitchen knife was dancing, slices of thin, paper-like chicken flew into the white porcelain plate like snow. For a moment, only a whole chicken bone was left in his hand.
The chicken flakes form a flying phoenix pattern on the white porcelain plate, which is vivid, and the surface is surrounded by a faint white cold air, like swimming in the clouds.
”Zangfeng, please taste it!”
Everyone present couldn't help but applaud.
Xue Mingfang took the dishes from his father and put them on the judging table, ”Everyone, please taste.”
Xue Guangyuan took the lead in dropping the chopsticks, twisting a piece of meat as thin as a cicada wing, and putting it in his mouth, then frowned, ”Xue Zhen, your craftsmanship is slack.”
Xue Zhen smiled bitterly, ”Yes, Fourth Master.”
”Master Xue, dare to ask, but have you suffered internal injuries recently?” Wei Tianxing said while tasting the dishes.
Xue Zhen nodded, ”Yes, Lao Xue, I was injured a few days ago, and I haven't recovered yet.”
”I saw Master Xue used a knife in his right hand, but the focus was on his left leg. No wonder there was a bit of dissonance. I think it was because his right leg was injured!”
It seems to be talking about internal injuries, but in fact, this is to say that his swordsmanship is inadequate, and Xue Zhen bowed his hands and said, ”It's ugly.”
”Xiaoyou Lin? Can you give me some pointers?”
Lin Chu was not welcome, and put a chopstick into his mouth.