The gourmet master on the tongue

After returning from Jingdezhen, Yan Ran discussed with He Jinrui to use the central kitchen that used to make nutritious porridge to include porcelain clay stewed chicken in their daily dishes.

He Jinrui immediately arranged for people to renovate the central kitchen and added dozens of ovens.

Porcelain stewed chicken is different from other dishes and is very suitable for mass production, as long as there is an accurate production process table.

If you are not pursuing the ultimate taste, ordinary chefs can make delicious dishes that fascinate most people with the help of recipes.

Yan Ran liked the porcelain clay stewed chicken very much, and put a lot of energy into the central kitchen, and it took less than two months for the porcelain clay stewed chicken production department to run smoothly.

Such a smooth and rapid progress naturally cannot do without He Jinrui's overall planning.

Two people cooperate, one focuses on management and logistics, and the other focuses on technology, and the combination of two swords is invincible.

On this day, after two months of preparation, Porcelain Clay Stewed Chicken was officially launched for sale.

The starting location is set at Yanran Restaurant.

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The Rong family mansion in Weiyu Lake.

"Chairman, we have bought the stewed chicken in porcelain clay." The butler Lao Li went to the study to report to Rong Jinyuan.

"Okay." Rong Jinyuan replied, put down the book in his hand and stood up.

Since the opening of the Yanran restaurant, Rong Jinyuan has sent people to buy things in the Yanran restaurant every now and then. He is definitely a loyal fan of Yanran.

When Rong Jinyuan came to the kitchen, the servant was moving a mud ball out of the bag with a blank expression.

Rong Jinyuan was slightly taken aback when he saw the mud ball, and went up to have a look.

"Chairman." The servant greeted Rong Jinyuan.

Rong Jinyuan nodded slightly, and reached out to touch the mud ball. The place where his fingertips touched felt slightly hot, about forty or fifty degrees.

"Is this the stewed chicken in porcelain clay sold in Yanran Restaurant?" Rong Jinyuan asked the housekeeper, Lao Li.

"Yes, Yanran Restaurant said that it can keep warm in this way, so customers can take it home and break it open to eat." Old Li replied.

Rong Jinyuan bent his fingers and tapped the clay ball, with a curious look on his face.

The servant came over with a kitchen knife, and Rong Jinyuan stepped back slightly.

"Knock it with the back of the knife." Lao Li said to the servant.

The servant nodded quickly, turned the kitchen knife so that the back of the knife was facing down, and tapped lightly on the surface of the mud ball.

Because I didn't dare to use force, I only smashed out a little bit of broken soil.

"Be stronger." Rong Jinyuan said while stepping back.

"Yes." The servant replied, with more strength in his hand, he slammed the mud ball heavily.

With a muffled sound, the mud ball cracked a small crack, and the servant continued to knock it a few more times. The gap became bigger and bigger, and the mud clod quickly fell off.

At the same time, an alluring fragrance quickly emitted from the gap.

Rong Jinyuan twitched his nose slightly, looking forward to the deliciousness in the mud ball.

The servant slowly knocked off the mud with a kitchen knife, and put the stewed chicken wrapped in lotus leaves aside.

"Clean up the dirt, and I'll do the rest!" Rong Jinyuan said to the servant.

The servant nodded yes, and immediately began to clean up the clods.

Rong Jinyuan took two steps forward and brought the stewed chicken wrapped in lotus leaves in front of him.

He opened the lotus leaf with curiosity on his face, and the fragrant crispy fragrance rushed out domineeringly.

Rong Jinyuan took a deep breath, it smells so good!

"Chairman, the plate." Lao Li took the plate from the cupboard and handed it to Rong Jinyuan.

The stewed chicken in porcelain clay was slightly hot. Although Rong Jinyuan was in a hurry, he didn't do it directly. Instead, he carefully put the stewed chicken on the plate and waited for it to cool down before eating.

At this time, the elevator door of the indoor elevator opened with a "ding".

Mrs. Rong walked out of the elevator with the help of the nanny.

"What's so delicious?" Mrs. Rong asked.

Rong Jinyuan turned his head when he heard the sound, saw his mother going downstairs, and immediately got up to help her.

"Mom." Rong Jinyuan held his mother's hand.

"What new snacks are there in Yanran Restaurant?" Madam Rong asked.

"It's chicken stewed in porcelain clay." Rong Jinyuan replied.

"Porcelain clay stewed chicken? What is it?" Mrs. Rong asked as she walked towards the kitchen counter.

"It's similar to beggar's chicken, but it's made of porcelain clay from Jingdezhen," Rong Jinyuan said.

"Is it made of blue and white porcelain clay?" Mrs. Rong became more interested when she heard this.

With the support of her son and the nanny, she came to the counter.

"Old lady." Old Li said hello.

Mrs. Rong nodded slightly, keeping her eyes on the fragrant porcelain stewed chicken on the table.

"I'll try to get some." Mrs. Rong said.

"Okay." Rong Jinyuan replied.

Lao Li immediately brought the bowl and chopsticks to Rong Jinyuan.

Rong Jinyuan picked up chopsticks and tore off a piece of chicken breast, and then carefully tore the meat into thin strips.

The stewed chicken is so crispy that he can tear it off effortlessly.

"Mom, try it." Rong Jinyuan put the chicken in front of his mother.

Mrs. Rong took the chopsticks, picked up a piece of chicken, put it in her mouth and chewed it carefully.

The chicken melted in the mouth, crispy and fragrant, she nodded while eating, with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Well, this chicken is delicious." Mrs. Rong said.

Rong Jinyuan was also very happy to see that his mother liked it.

"You eat too." Mrs. Rong said to him.

"Okay." Rong Jinyuan nodded, took the chopsticks from Lao Li, picked up some chicken and tasted it.

"Hmm! It's really delicious. The chicken is very tender and tastes very good." Rong Jinyuan praised.

Lao Li and his servant watched his master taste the stewed chicken in porcelain clay, and both of them swallowed involuntarily.

Rong Jinyuan tore off a chicken leg, and carefully tore the chicken leg meat into small strips.

"Mom, try chicken legs." Rong Jinyuan said.

Mrs. Rong nodded with a smile, and ate a few more chicken thighs.

Rong Jinyuan also started to feast on it.

While eating, Rong Jinyuan discovered that there was actually another world in the chicken belly.

He inserted the chopsticks into the chicken belly, and with his wrist lightly pulled the chicken belly away from the bones, only to see that it was full of minced meat.

"Lao Li, take the spoon." Rong Jinyuan said to Lao Li.

Lao Li immediately went to get the spoon and handed it to his boss.

Rong Jinyuan took the spoon and scooped out a spoonful of minced meat from the chicken belly.

He put the minced meat under his nose and smelled it: "Pork..."

Put the spoon into the mother's bowl: "Mom, you have a taste."

Mrs. Rong was obviously also very curious, picked up a spoon and took a small bite.

The minced pork in the chicken belly absorbs the aroma of the chicken while maintaining its own unique taste, which makes people more and more addicted.

Mrs. Rong put the spoonful of minced pork into her stomach in two or three mouthfuls, still not satisfied, she said to her son, "Give me another spoonful."

Rong Jinyuan immediately scooped up another spoonful of minced pork for his mother.

He was worried that his mother's digestion ability was not strong, so he didn't dare to scoop too much.

Seeing this, Mrs. Rong was a little dissatisfied: "Get more, how can you eat so little?"

Rong Jinyuan had no choice but to nod.

Mrs. Rong ate a whole three spoonfuls of minced pork and still didn't feel satisfied. In the end, Rong Jinyuan promised to continue to buy it for her tomorrow, so she was willing to stop for the time being.

"Ah Qing, take me upstairs, it's too annoying to stay here." Mrs. Rong said to the nanny.

Rong Jinyuan laughed and shook his head, told the nanny to be careful, and sent his mother upstairs to rest.

After Mrs. Rong left, Rong Jinyuan immediately took the plate of porcelain clay stewed chicken and started to eat it.

Beside, the butler Lao Li and the servant stared straight at him.

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Baohua fashion magazine.

"Editor-in-Chief." His subordinate Huang Yuhao knocked on the door and came in.

"Editor-in-Chief, I have bought the stewed chicken with porcelain clay." Huang Yuhao put the bag in his hand on the desk in front of Qi Dongliang.

Qi Dongliang immediately put down his work: "Take it out quickly."

Since a week ago, Yanran Restaurant has been promoting the stewed chicken in porcelain clay.

He waited so long for the Porcelain Clay Chicken to be sold.

Huang Yuhao listened to the editor-in-chief's order, and immediately took the porcelain clay stewed chicken out of the bag.

"Is this the stewed chicken in porcelain clay?" Qi Dongliang hugged the clay ball and looked at it.

"It's quite hot." Qi Dongliang said with a smile.

He knocked the mud ball like a watermelon, and then weighed the mud ball.

"Go find a hammer." Qi Dongliang said to Huang Yuhao.

"Okay." Huang Yuhao nodded, turned around and went out to find the hammer.

After a while, he returned to the editor-in-chief's office with a hammer in hand.

"Give it to me quickly." Qi Dongliang stretched out his hand and said.

Huang Yuhao took two quick steps and handed the hammer to Qi Dongliang.

Qi Dongliang took the hammer, put the mud ball on the table, made a few gestures on the mud ball with the hammer, found a good angle and controlled the strength to knock it down.

Although the force was not very strong, the table was still smashed with a muffled "bang".

The pens on the table were all bounced off by the shock.

Qi Dongliang was stunned for a moment, and immediately picked up the mud ball and checked the table to see if there was any damage.

Seeing that the table was intact, he felt a little relieved.

He looked at the mud ball, and found that many small gaps had appeared on it, and the breath of a man was slowly emitting.

He immediately picked up the hammer again excitedly.

But this time he was relatively restrained, using gentle force, and after a while, the ball of mud fell apart, revealing the stewed chicken wrapped in lotus leaves.

Qi Dongliang put down the hammer and carefully lifted the lotus leaf, revealing the orange stewed chicken inside.

He immediately put on the disposable gloves and couldn't wait to tear off a chicken leg.

However, the temperature of the chicken legs was too high, so hot that he subconsciously retracted his hand.

At this time, he suddenly found that Huang Yuhao hadn't left yet.

"What are you still doing here? Go down and do something." Qi Dongliang said.

"Oh." Huang Yuhao nodded and reluctantly left the office.

After Huang Yuhao left, Qi Dongliang puffed up his cheeks and blew on the chicken leg. When the temperature of the chicken leg dropped a little, he couldn't wait to tear off the chicken leg.

Then he bit off a piece of chicken leg very impatiently.

As soon as the chicken leg meat entered his mouth, he immediately felt a very strong sense of satisfaction welling up from the depths of his heart.

However, the chicken leg meat was so hot that his tongue trembled, and he didn't hesitate at all, and immediately took another bite after swallowing the chicken leg meat in his mouth.

Just as he was eating happily, he looked up and suddenly found that the glass wall facing the office area in the lobby was densely packed with people.

Both men and women stared at the chicken leg in his hand and the simmering chicken on the table.

Qi Dongliang glared fiercely, but his subordinates were not afraid.

He was uncomfortable being watched, so he got up and went to close the curtains.

While pulling the curtains, he looked at the mournful eyes of his subordinates, feeling inexplicably happy in his heart.

After drawing the curtains, he happily went back to enjoy the food.

Unbeknownst to him, the subordinates in the office area outside were cheering silently.

Then I saw them take out the porcelain clay stewed chicken they bought from under the table...