True Martial World Chapter 48: There is a principle of eating, you can’t just do it

The fat old man is holding a pheasant, the barbecue position is too close to the flame, and the turning speed is slow.

You know, grilling food with fire is completely different from a barbecue stall. The barbecue stall uses specially-made barbecue carbon, which is easy to ignite, the fire is uniform, and most importantly, it has no smoke.

But the firewood, the fire is uneven, and the smoke is very heavy. These smoke are the unburned char, which will rise in the flame and stick to the chicken skin. So after a while, this pheasant on the old man's hand It was burnt black. This was not paste, but the surface was covered with a layer of charcoal, which not only affected the taste but also caused bitterness.

Although the old man smears some oil from time to time, it can't change the situation that the char ash is getting thicker and thicker. Depending on the old man's posture, baking is also a matter of time.

Barbecue with wood fire, but a difficult job, the masters of the barbecue stall may not be able to do well, the old man is even worse.

This is also understandable. What is the identity of this old man and usually time is precious? Where can he cook for himself?

His cooking skills are naturally dare not be complimented, not to mention the firewood barbecue, the difficulty is great.

"This is a violent thing at all!"

As a foodie, uh, no. As a food lover who has a good understanding of food, Yi Yun feels almost intolerable.

Seeing that the old man had finished roasting the chicken, sprinkled various spices, and then presented the smoked roasted chicken to Lin Xintong like a treasure.

Yi Yun feels that there is no place to talk!

But Lin Xintong didn't seem to mind. She said, "Thank you, teacher." She took the roasted chicken and ate it with small mouthfuls. Her lips were rosy and small. All have been dyed black. At this scene, Yi Yun's mouth was drawn straight.

It's a burning piano.

The old man loves his apprentice, and the roast chicken that he burned out is naturally given to the apprentice first. Yi Yun, do n’t think about it, it ’s definitely the last one, but Yi Yun is also grateful for this. After all, if this chicken is really sold, it is definitely worth a lot. People like Lian Chengyu are absolutely absolute. Can't afford it.

The fat old man finished roasting the first chicken and started to roast the second.

The first one was for Lin Xintong, and the old man was roasted with extra care. The second one was only for himself, and the appearance was even worse.

However, the old man is very satisfied with his work. The two chickens are finished roasting. The fat old man took a pot of wine from his fingers, while eating the roasted chicken with a taste, hey, hey. Drinking wine, and enjoying the look after drinking, the white beard twitched.

He suddenly thought about it, glanced at Yi Yun, and said lazily, "It's just yours. You bake it yourself, old man, I won't wait."

I'm dizzy.

Yi Yun is silent, although he didn't expect the old man to roast chicken for him, but what the old man said before, "Not many people can taste the old man's craftsmanship!"

Speaking out, Yi Yun thought the old man was going to roast chicken for himself. Now look at it.

If you want Yi Yun to bake it himself, Yi Yun has no idea in his heart. Although he is very good at food, after all, he is a modern man. Of course, if he uses a barbecue oven and smokeless carbon, he can certainly cook one Here comes the roast chicken from Giulien.

But do you use wood fire to bake it? That's really not possible. The soot in the fire can't be stopped. No matter how you turn it, it will stick to the chicken.

"I said senior, do you have a pot?"

Yi Yun asked respectfully, as a principled eater, even if he was hungry again, he couldn't wait any longer, and he couldn't let it go! I have seen meat for the first time in these two months, not to mention such superb meat!

"Yes."

The old man said, he really took a pot from his fingers.

I don't know what material this pot is made of, the craft is exquisite, the size is moderate, Yi Yun is very satisfied.

Yi Yun then started to work. He started to distinguish the seasonings brought by the old man, which surprised him. These seasonings are very complete. There are all kinds of sauces, vinegars and even a plant seasoning. Onions and coriander.

"Well, can you borrow the wine?" Yi Yun asked again.

"Uh? Wine? Are you going to accompany the old man for two drinks?" The old man listened for a moment, then he smiled and gave it to Yi Yun. This kid is still a good drinker?

Although he is stingy, in terms of drinking, it is better to have a drinker, so it is interesting to drink.

Although he doesn't like it very much, the child is better than nothing. After all, Lin Xintong doesn't drink, and the fat old man already drinks for himself for a year.

"Teacher!" Lin Xintong was a little speechless, "How can you drink for a child!"

But they didn't expect that after Yi Yun had dried the chicken's water, he poured out some wine and spread it evenly on the chicken body. The chicken's abdominal cavity did not fall.

"Boy, what are you doing!"

The old man's eyes glared and his beard blew. He's been aged for thousands of years. As a wine lover, he can't tolerate the waste of his wine.

"Cooking." Yi Yun said for a moment, taking it for granted.

I have to say, this wine is so good, it is incredibly fragrant, and I do n’t know what the natural treasure is brewed. It is estimated that one drink will be good for cultivation!

"Cooking? Wine can cook?" asked the fat old man, a look he didn't believe.

Yi Yun stunned for a moment, then suddenly wanted to understand.

The cooking methods of this world are afraid of being very different from the earth.

In fact, in China, where the food civilization is extremely brilliant, in ancient times, the cooking methods were quite single.

During the Tang and Song dynasties, the basic way of cooking was steaming and cooking. Regardless of the dishes and meat, add salt, cover the pot, and eat when cooked.

As for the various cooking methods such as frying, sautéing, simmering, smoking, and pickling, all of which have developed into a system after the modern material life is rich.

Each region has a different food culture. Over 80% of Huaxia's cooking methods are unique.

Even the simplest stir-fried dishes are only available to Huaxia on the entire earth. This sounds incredible, but it is the case.

On the whole earth, the most complicated part of cooking is Huaxia. There is no one.

In this strange world, there is no need to say the Great Wilderness. The working people have a very hard life. How can they have the energy and materials to study and cook?

As for wealthy cities, those who are wealthy are all strong. They are fascinated by the practice of martial arts, formations, and the practice of making wild bones. They have no time to study how to cook.

Only those from the big family will study these. The dishes made by these people are also good. After all, they have accumulated a long time and have a lot of cooking experience. But in a small area, the cooking methods are after all. It is limited, just like Americans are afraid that many people do not know that wine can cook.

Yi Yun wiped the chicken body with oil and sauce, poured some wine in the abdominal cavity of the chicken, and sprinkled some condiments similar to the onion segment coriander. Judging, it is not worse than green onions and parsley.

The next step is the key. Yi Yun covered the chicken body with a clean coarse cloth, and put a lot of salt in the pot until the salt buried the chicken.

The fat old man looked at Yi Yun with suspicion, and wrapped the chicken with so much salt? It must not be salty!

Are the poor children of this tribe without salt?

But I ca n’t do this without salt. It ’s so speechless. The fat old man sneered. This child is also amazing.

He continued to eat his roast chicken, but Lin Xintong stopped and looked curiously at Yi Yunjia's pot on the fire.

Slowly, a scent came out of the pot, and the scent was not obvious. If it wasn't because several people were Xiu Wu, the five senses were keen and could not smell.

Can such a light fragrance taste delicious?

The fat old man already has finished eating his roast chicken, and he licks his thick and short fingers endlessly. At this moment, Yi Yun lifted the pot, and used a spoon to lift the hot salt, and the chicken Take it out.

The fragrant salt-baked chicken, just do it.

At the moment when the salt seal was opened, a scent of fragrance came out, making Yi Yun's index finger move.

Yi Yun was surprised to discover that today he played absolutely superbly. Of course, the main reason for this is the problem of the chicken itself. This precious chicken full of energy is much better than the feed chicken on the planet. Come.

Also, this is the wine made by Tiancaidibao. As long as you add the song and leave it for hundreds of years, it is definitely a drunk god's wine.

The combination of the two makes Yiyun's salt-baked chicken reach an unprecedented height.

"Hmm?" The old man's beard blew, and his eyes widened.