delicious master

Chapter 21 Chicken You Are Too Small
After confirming that there was nothing wrong with Tang Xiaokang's steps, Tang Youwei tore off a leg habitually.

Seeing this scene, Tang Xiaokang finally understood where his fault of always tearing chicken legs came from.

This is also a family tradition!

After only two bites, Tang Youwei frowned.

The taste of the salt-baked chicken is not bad, as he said, the seasoning is considered acceptable, but the feeling of cotton wood in the chicken is indeed unusually obvious.

Tang Xiaokang, who already knew the result, stood quietly aside, waiting for the result after the old man thought about it.

It seems that what Tang Youwei did was useless, it was just like doing all the steps that Tang Xiaokang had studied.

But the difference in usefulness is still very big.

Tang Youwei has been the head chef in Dongju for nearly 30 years, and half of Tang's recipes have been reproduced in his hands.

What's more, the old man is still a person who has studied with his great-grandfather and grandfather. After receiving the baptism of the peak, no matter whether he has reached the realm or not, at least the scope of his vision has definitely expanded a lot.

"It's not just a matter of making, it's definitely a matter of chicken."

Involuntarily whispering, Tang Youwei watched Tang Xiaokang make the whole process of making this delicious salt-baked chicken.He naturally knew it in his heart.

Staring at the chicken in front of him and thinking for a while, Tang Youwei walked straight to the last hen.

Tang Xiaokang's heart suddenly lifted, this is the only chicken in his back kitchen that can only lay eggs, and he is still waiting to rely on him to pay back!
However, if the old man proposed to use it to practice hands, Tang Youwei could only reluctantly give up.

Fortunately, Tang Youwei was not very interested in the only remaining hen, but thought of something, and turned to Tang Xiaokang and asked.

"Do you know how big these chickens are?"

"Height 41, width [-]."

Tang Xiaokang said it subconsciously. He didn't expect the old man to ask such a tricky question. Fortunately, he specially measured the size of the chicken in order to choose a suitable casserole.

……

Looking at Tang Xiaokang in a daze, Tang Youwei didn't understand at all what his grandson was talking about just now.

"I'm asking how many months old it is!"

"Four months."

Shrinking his neck, it was only then that Tang Xiaokang realized that he had made a mistake.

"Four months, 120 days."

Groping his chin, Tang Youwei seemed to have discovered the problem.

Then he waved his hand at Tang Xiaokang.

"Go and get a chicken that is more than 180 days old and try again."

"Old chicken?"

To repeat, Tang Xiaokang did not hesitate, and called Boss Wu directly. Now that the market is under strict control, live poultry is basically impossible to buy in the vegetable market, so he can only ask Boss Wu if there is any way.

I have to say that as a mutton stand owner who wants to sell chicken, Boss Wu's ability is still trustworthy. It didn't take long to see him coming to the door of Dongju with a live chicken.

Grabbing the chicken wings, he walked in quickly. Seeing Tang Youwei, Boss Wu's eyes lit up, and he immediately stuffed the hen into Tang Xiaokang's hand.

"The chicken you want."

After speaking, he walked towards Tang Youwei.

"Master Tang, I didn't expect to see you again. Yesterday, I heard that Master Tang said that you were coming. I thought it would be a while."

Smiling and saying hello to Tang Youwei, he has been providing fresh mutton to Dongju in front of him in the past ten years in the Gulou vegetable market, and Tang Youwei can be considered an old acquaintance.

"Xiao Wu!"

Tang Youwei also didn't expect that the person who came would be Boss Wu, so he greeted him in surprise, and Tang Youwei was a little emotional when he saw Wu Da who had already had a vicissitudes on his face.

Ten years ago, the young man Wu Da took over Dongju's mutton business by himself. He didn't expect that ten years later, when his grandson accepted it, he, who had already experienced hardships, would still supply Dongju again. .

The two of them hadn't seen each other for nearly ten years. When they saw each other, they couldn't help but open up the conversation for a while. From the former Dong residence, to the two people's experiences in the past ten years, and finally Tang Xiaokang took over the East. live in this matter.

"Xiaokang still has a lot of things he doesn't understand. Sometimes I need Xiao Wu to take care of him."

"Hey, Master Tang, what you said, Master Xiaotang is very good, and this cooking skill has definitely inherited your level. Dongju will definitely not have any problems in his hands."

Hearing Boss Wu's words, Tang Youwei nodded silently. Today, I saw Tang Xiaokang's process of making Cantonese-style mutton soup and delicious salt-baked chicken. His proficiency is not far behind his own, at most It is the lack of experience.

His grandson has a talent for cooking, which is something Tang Youwei has always been proud of. Now that the Dongju can be reopened, his grandson can also regain his craftsmanship.

For Tang Youwei, it was definitely a very satisfactory result.

While the two were chatting, Tang Xiaokang's whole body moved, slaughtered and marinated the old chicken sent by Boss Wu, dried it and baked it with salt.

Even standing in the hall, the two of them had vaguely asked about the salty, salt-baked smell.

The sizzling coarse salt is now being reheated for the second time, fully roasting the aroma of the aniseed ingredients, and the fragrance is overflowing.

"Master Xiao Tang made this, it's so delicious."

The saliva in the mouth was secreted involuntarily, smelling the fragrance in the air, Boss Wu felt his index finger twitch for a moment.

"A new dish, Xiao Wu, come and try it together."

Seeing Boss Wu's appearance, Tang Youwei laughed. In fact, he didn't even think that his grandson could bake the fried salt used for salt baking so full of aroma that even he already had a big appetite. .

When the two of them entered the kitchen, Tang Xiaokang just took out the salt-baked chicken and tore off the outermost oil-absorbing paper. Under the light, the whole salt-baked chicken exuded a faint golden light that can only be seen in movies and TV dramas.

"This chicken has special effects!??"

Boss Wu who was standing at the door of the back kitchen yelled suddenly. He never thought that he came in and saw a glowing food!
But at this moment, Tang Xiaokang didn't have time to pay attention to Boss Wu. He tore off a chicken leg decisively and tasted it by himself. good.

"Success!"

Looking at his grandfather in surprise, Tang Xiaokang never imagined that the final problem would be here.

Hearing this, Tang Youwei also nodded in satisfaction.

"Sure enough, your chicken is too small."

"Chicken, are you too small?"

Listening to the conversation between the two, the bewildered Boss Wu couldn't help but speak.

"Chicken, you are too small... baa... baa... baa...""

With a black thread, Tang Xiaokang discovered that following Boss Wu's words, he started singing unknowingly? !

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I'm a bit stuck today, so the update is a little less, and I will make it up later, sorry everyone!

In addition: Thanks again for the recommendation ticket from yy Xiaoyao, as well as the pain of data and 211801201... the recommendation ticket from the boss, thank you for your support

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