Chapter 1032： Scallion Oil Little Pheasant (1/2)

The blind old man said cheerfully,

”Okay, it's nice to be young! Um~ I can smell the fragrance, this chicken is really good.”

This is obvious.

After the dozen or so little pheasants in Lin Chou's hand went into the boiling soup pot, the originally wrinkled chicken skin immediately became firm and shiny, and the bright orange-yellow color was very dazzling.

Some of the oil can't wait to emerge from the skin of the chicken, and the whole chicken seems to be coated with a thin film of oil.

Just looking like it makes people totally uncontrollable, drooling crazily.

The pheasant is good, but it is relatively difficult to handle. If the cooking method is slightly poor, the chicken will become a bundle of tiny firewood.

But the little pheasant is very cost-effective, regardless of whether the soup or the novice or the veteran is completely universal-although it is a bit of a luxury in the past.

The neck and belly of each pheasant were cut, and the visceral throat was taken from the top, and the intestines were taken from the bottom to wait for the water, and the mouth on the neck was used to scoop the soup in the pot with the hand.

The soup poured into the belly of the chicken from the neck, and then slowly lifted when it was completely submerged in the soup. The soup then flowed out from the opening in the belly of the chicken, forming a small loop.

In this way, the impurities and blood from the inside and outside of the chicken body can be drained out, and the maturity of the inside and outside can advance and retreat together.

In a pot of soup, Lin Chou only put **** and shallots and added a little wine to get rid of the fishy smell.

The little pheasant itself is already fresh and sweet enough, and what Lin Chou has to do is to preserve this rare game sweetness as much as possible during the cooking process, which is enough to make a good dish.

This is also one of the most important reasons why Lin Chou chose this approach.

Each small pheasant weighs no more than a catty and a half, and the chicken is tender and easy to mature. It is soaked in the soup three times and then soaked in ice water to cool it to ensure the crispy skin of the chicken. The cycle repeats.

”Well, it's almost there.”

Arrange the cutting board and cut off the **** of the chicken. You don't need to cut the soaked chicken in half and chop it horizontally into inch sections. Place the chicken skins up on the large plate neatly.

The sharp knife craftsmanship and the healing system are pleasing to the eye.

The deliciousness of the chicken is pouring into the noses of everyone on the plate with the heat,

”Pretty~”

”Sincerely sad for all the pheasants I missed before, don't disturb me.”

”Have you caught a little pheasant?”

”No, it doesn't seem to be true. They are all grown-ups.”

”Then you mean individual Ji Bawang?!”

”...”

Huang Dashan eagerly reached out and wanted to take the opportunity to touch a few pieces of chicken to taste. Everyone's chopsticks crackled on the bald head of the goods, glaring at him.

”Uh... I am... that is... Niang Xipi is so courageous, dare to beat you Grandpa Dashan??”

Everyone is not a bird.

There is a saying, ”The Fa doesn't blame the public, right? Your Lord Shan is so daring that you can't beat us all over.”

Lin Chou put a large bunch of peeled green onions on the chopping board, daringly fortunately, cutting up a huge amount of hairy green onions.

”Hiss~”

Lin Chou sniffed.

Well, he was so touched by his swordsman that his eyes were flushed.

Everyone: ～￣▽￣)～hiahiahia~”

Lin Chou wiped the tears that almost came out of his eyes.

”This...good spring onions really bother your eyes...”

He spread the green onion on top of the chicken, with the white on the bottom and green leaves on top, which is very beautiful.

”Hey, eh, it's the other way around. It should be green on the bottom and white on the top. This is a serious rockery. Linzi, your aesthetics is too hasty.”

Lin Chou cast a sideways look at Huang Dashan.

”Would you like to put a green hat on you?”

Huang Dashan looked innocent + puzzled,

”Fuck, don't I just make a suggestion, as for you...”