The happy little days of the Ye family

While the pheasant was still being marinated, Ye Qingqing burned a lot of firewood in the oven, especially large pieces of wood, and burned several of them.

After the roast chicken was marinated, there was already a lot of red charcoal in the stove. Ye Qingqing took out the unfinished firewood and doused it with water.

Ye Mu took out the marinated pheasant, and Ye Qingqing took the pheasant, but the oven was very hot.

Ye Qingqing was at a loss as to how to hang the roast chicken into the oven.

Tang Xiaojing told Ye Qingqing not to move yet, then he broke off two branches and came back.

Tang Xiaojing sharpened the branch with a knife, and then stuck it on the pheasant.

Tang Xiaojing took the branch, hung the marinated roast chicken in the oven, and sealed the oven mouth with mud bricks.

Ye Xilin on the side looked at Ye Qingqing, "Sister, how long will this roast chicken take to roast?"

The travel notes only said that roast chicken could be made, but there were no detailed instructions. Ye Qingqing didn't know either, so she could only turn to look at Ye Mu.

"Normally, it takes a quarter of an hour to cook plain-cut chicken. How about cooking this roasted chicken for two-quarters of an hour? Anyway, there is no harm in cooking it longer."

Ye Qingqing and Ye Xilin felt that Ye Mu was right. If it was cooked well, at least it would not cause diarrhea.

Only Tang Xiaojing present had roasted pheasants on the mountain. Pheasants usually only need to be roasted for a quarter of an hour.

The temperature inside the stove was obviously higher than when he was roasting on top of the fire, and it shouldn't take more than two-quarters of an hour.

But Tang Xiaojing didn't usually cook, and he didn't dare to talk nonsense, let alone refute what his future mother-in-law said.

Fortunately, he came back with two rabbits and three pheasants in the morning.

If it fails, there are still pheasants and rabbits. If you try a few more times, you will always find the right time.

After baking for about half a quarter of an hour, the aroma of chicken began to come from the oven.

The aroma is different from the usual cooking, the taste is stronger, and it is also mixed with the smell of spices, making it smell even more fragrant.

The smell coming from the oven became stronger and stronger. Rhubarb and Xiaohuang circled around the oven impatiently, howling from time to time, but no one paid attention to them.

When it was roasting for a quarter of an hour, the whole yard was filled with the aroma of roasted chicken.

Mrs. Ye, who was making headbands in the house, couldn't sit still anymore and came to the yard to look at the strange-looking oven with Ye Qingqing and the others.

At this time, Ye Mu, who had returned to the house to do embroidery, also came over.

Smelling the rich aroma, Mother Ye felt that the roast chicken was almost ready.

"It smells so good. This roast chicken should be almost ready."

Ye Qingqing originally wanted to roast the chicken for another quarter of an hour, but it was so fragrant that the people around him were greedy, so they agreed to take out the roasted chicken now.

Ye Xilin moved quickly and immediately removed the mud brick blocking the stove mouth, and the aroma became stronger.

Big Yellow howled again, and then Little Yellow followed suit.

Tang Xiaojing patted the two big heads, "Shut up, don't scream."

Dahuang and Xiaohuang stopped screaming and looked at Tang Xiaojing aggrievedly.

It was very hot inside the oven, and Ye Xilin had no way of starting. "It's too hot, Brother Jing, where are the two branches just now?"

"It's been thrown away. Wait a minute and I'll cut two more."

Tang Xiaojing moved very quickly. He cut two long branches in a few seconds, inserted them directly into the roasted chicken, and then lifted them out.

I don't know if there were too many charcoal fires or the time was too long, but one side was a little burnt.

But the other side was perfect, the chicken skin was golden and crispy, the meat inside was tender and juicy.

Tang Xiaojing often eats roasted pheasants from Tangshan. The taste of pheasants roasted in an oven is somewhat different from those roasted directly over fire.

"The meat of the pheasant roasted in this way is more tender than that roasted directly on the fire, there is more juice inside, and the chicken skin is delicious."

Mother Ye felt very distressed when she looked at the burnt side, "This side is burnt. It seems that I have to turn it over halfway."

Fortunately, the burnt side was not too serious. After peeling off the dark chicken skin, the meat inside was still good, but the meat was a little older.

Because of the added spices, the pheasant is not fishy at all, but the taste is still a little different from the ones bought in town, but it can be considered a success.

One roast chicken was not enough for several people, so Da Huang and Xiao Huang only grabbed some chicken bones that were chewed cleanly.

Thinking that there were two hares and two pheasants in the backyard, Tang Xiaojing and Ye Xilin quickly got up and went to the backyard to kill chickens and rabbits.

Pheasants and rabbits are different in size, and the marinating time is also different. Rabbits are larger, and the marinating time is twice as long as that of pheasants.

Mother Ye: "Let's roast the rabbit and pheasant separately. Roast the pheasant first. When the pheasant is done, the rabbit will be almost marinated."

Ye Qingqing and the others had no objections and all followed Ye Mu's instructions.

As soon as the pheasant and rabbit were marinated, Father Ye came back with the donkey cart.

As soon as Father Ye entered the door, he smelled the aroma of meat filling the yard and asked excitedly:

"It smells so good. Is the roast chicken ready?"

Ye's mother looked at Ye's father and felt a little guilty. She thought that the roast chicken was ready, but she had already finished it.

Tang Xiaojing stepped forward to help Ye's father unload the things from the donkey cart, "I just tried roasting a pheasant, but I didn't control the heat and time well, and it was a little burnt."

"There are still two pheasants and two rabbits marinated right now, and they will be roasted later."

Seeing that he couldn't help here, Father Ye took Ye Xilin with him to the backyard to wash the pots and pans of the braised pork stall.

While the meat was marinating, Ye Mu went to the kitchen to cook a pot of mung bean soup.

Roasted chicken needs to be hot to be delicious. Ye Mu deliberately waited until everyone came back before starting to cook the roasted chicken.

Everyone sat around the oven with small stools. Although it was a little hot, everyone didn't care. They sat together and started making roast chicken, talking and laughing.

This time he knew that he had to turn the roasted chicken. Tang Xiaojing used a branch to flip the roasted chicken in half an hour. The roasting time this time was still a quarter of an hour.

The roast chicken I made the second time was indeed much better than the first time. It was roasted just right and the chicken inside was more tender.

Tang Xiaojing pulled off two large chicken legs and gave them to Mr. Ye and Mrs. Ye.

Ye Qingqing likes to eat chicken wings, so Tang Xiaojing gave the little girl a small chicken drumstick with chicken wings, gave the other small chicken drumstick to Tang Shan, and ate half of the chicken himself.

Father Ye on the side pulled off a big chicken drumstick for Mother Ye. He pulled off another large drumstick and waved it around in front of Ye Donglin and Ye Xilin before eating it himself.

Ye Xilin rolled his eyes and said, "Dad, you are too childish. I won't play this trick after I am 5 years old."

Ye Donglin also echoed: "Dad, you are more childish than Xilin."

Father Ye gnawed on a big chicken leg: "I think your skin is itchy. Have you not been spanked for too long?"

Mother Ye ignored the father and son and discussed the heat and pickling spices of the roasted chicken with Ye Qingqing and Tang Xiaojing.