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Yang Jianzhen straightened his belt amid Yuwenhui's "screaming" while hugging his head.He just got up, because he beat someone "too much force" yesterday, so it was inevitable that he got up late in the morning today, and Yang Jian brought the roast duck oven early in the morning, Yang Jian could barely change his clothes to meet guests, and he always felt that he was wearing his clothes. It's so frustrating, as if it's about to disperse.

Yu Wenhui kept holding his head and was stunned for a while, making sure that Yang Jian really didn't intend to hit him, and slowly put down his hands in shock.

Yu Wenhui glanced at him, and he didn't know if it was an illusion. He always felt that the little bun glanced at him with a look of "disdain". It was clearly a fleshy bun face, harmless and sweet, but his eyes were very sophisticated It seems that just this one glance can see through people.

In fact, Yuwenhui's senses are not wrong, Xiao Baozi's eyes are indeed very sophisticated, after all, he is a king who has experienced a lifetime, what kind of virtues Yuwenhui has, how many catties and taels, Yang Guang's heart is clear.

The little bun glanced lightly at the ugly Yuwenhui, changed his face in an instant, raised his fleshy little bun face, ran over with a "da da da", like a small cannonball, spared no effort to please Yang Jian, and bumped his head into Yang Jian's arms , the little meaty hand "clumsily" adjusted Yang Jian's belt, and said in a childish voice: "Father! I will! I will! I will straighten the belt for my father!"

Yuwenhui experienced Yang Jian who was like a "mad dog" yesterday, and today he saw the little bun who changed his face again, and subconsciously shuddered, sighing in his heart, it's not that the whole family does not enter the house.

Yu Wenhui coughed and said, "Check and see if there is any problem."

Yang Jian gave Yu Wenhui an approving look, and said: "The general really has a wide network of people, and the stove with such a rigorous workmanship was built by the general in one day. Jian really admires it."

Yu Wenhui did not expect that Yang Jian would suddenly praise him. Yang Jian has a handsome appearance and outstanding appearance. Yu Wenhui couldn't help but feel flustered.

He couldn't help boasting, puffed out his chest, patted himself on the chest, and said proudly: "That's, who do you think I am, the General Hussars? I'm not bragging. Zhaolitou, you want to find another one with a wider network than mine at Yuwenhui..."

Not waiting for Yuwenhui to sell himself and boast, Yang Jian continued: "If there is still such a thing in the future, Jian will have to find General Yuwen, who has a wide network and no one can match."

"It's easy to say! Easy to say!" Yu Wenhui stepped into the mousetrap without knowing it, and continued to boast: "It's a trivial matter, and it's really easy to kill a chicken. I... eh, no..."

Yu Wenhui suddenly woke up from the dream, and the voice of the last sentence suddenly became quieter, and he said to himself: "Why should I listen to him?"

Yang Jian buried a hole for Yuwenhui, watched Yuwenhui jump in with joy, couldn't help smiling, it was a good deal, and said: "There is General Yuwen's roast duck stove, so let's go here It's time to make duck dishes, please do it, General."

Yang Jian didn't say to see off the guests, and he didn't say that he wouldn't see off the guests, so he made a living. After all, the great general of hussars sent them to the roast duck oven, so it's not easy to kill the donkey, isn't it?

Yu Wenhui thought about it, and Yang Jian suddenly thought about the oven for duck dishes. It is unusual, absolutely unusual, and there must be something tricky in it. This oven was built by someone himself. Stay to see what it is, maybe If you can still get hold of Yang Jian's handle, won't you be able to settle the tens of millions of dollars in the contract?

Yang Jian was going to the dining room, and Yuwen would order the craftsmen to quickly build the roast duck stove. During this time, the third brother Yang Zan heard that the eldest brother was going to make duck dishes, so he immediately came to the dining room.

Since Yang Zan ate crispy noodles yesterday, he really knows the taste, and even wrote an impromptu shortbread fu.Eldest brother is going to make the duck food that grandpa likes. Yang Zan seems to have a furry rabbit in his heart, and he also wants to watch and emulate, learn and learn. Maybe if he can learn this unique duck food, he can also cook for Shun himself. Princess Yang will do it.

Yang Zan entered the dining room, followed by two servants, Yang Zan said: "Brother, you want a live duck."

As he spoke, he waved his hand and signaled the servant to bring the duck up.

What Yang Jian wanted were live ducks, not slaughtered ducks. Yang Zan specially asked the servants to go to see the best ducks early in the morning. According to Yang Jian's requirements, not too big, not too small, not too fat It's not too thin, it's really a thousand choices, and finally I chose such a duck.

"Quack - quack -"

"Quack quack!!"

"Quack - quack quack..."

Yu Wenhui followed into the dining room, frowned immediately, fanned the wind with his hands in disgust, and said, "Ah... Ah Choo! Duck, Ah Choo—mao!"

Yang Jian, on the other hand, has seen the big world. He didn't make any fuss when he saw a live duck. He picked up his sleeves, pulled up the hem and tucked it in his belt. After thinking for a while, he bent down and said to Xiao Baozi Yang Guang said: "Son, go out and play for a while, before you eat breakfast, go and have a few snacks."

Yang Guang, the little bun, heard that Yang Jian was going to distract himself, he was suspicious in his heart, he didn't know what he needed to distract him.Yang Guang was born with an extra heart, good at scheming, immediately calmed down, with a sweet and well-behaved smile on his face, and nodded vigorously: "Yeah! I'm going to have a rough breakfast!"

As the little bun spoke, he ran away obediently, and left the dining room with small short legs staggering.

After the little bun left the dining room, he didn't run far away. He squinted his round cat eyes, turned around, and immediately turned back, walking lightly. Like a kitten, he ran back to the dining room and hid in the In the dark, stepping on a pile of firewood, holding the door in the corner of the dining room with two small hands, peeping in with half of the eyes exposed.

In fact, Yang Guang thought too much. Yang Jian sent him away not to do something shameful, but to prepare to kill him.

In the eyes of everyone, the little bun Yang Guang was four or five years old, and he was still a standard child. How could he see such a bloody scene of slaughter?

Yang Jian sent his cheap son away, and then he was about to start cooking.The sleeves were pushed up above the elbows, revealing slender and slender arms. Yang Jian's complexion was slightly fair, and his pampered life all year round made him look like a handsome young man, without any threat.

Yang Jian took the "quack" live duck from the servant, shackled the live duck with his left hand, and stopped the thumping and joyful live duck with two or three strokes, and with a "stab" sound, he pulled out a handful of duck from the stove. Shiny butcher knife.

Yuwen would fold his arms and lean against the door of the dining room. It's not that he looked down on Yang Jian, but with Yang Jian's gentle appearance, he still wanted to kill a duck?He has seen a lot of butchers, but he has never seen such a gentle...butcher like Yang Jian.

Before Yu Wenhui could finish his ridicule, Yang Jian's movements were snappy. He pressed the duck's neck with his index finger and thumb, tightening the duck's neck. Esophagus and trachea.

"呲-"

Yang Jian prepared a blood basin in advance, put some water and salt in it, and after slaughtering the duck quickly, he immediately picked up the duck, and then there was a ticking sound, and the blood of the duck opened its mouth along the small butchery. Spray into the blood basin.

Yu Wenhui was stunned on the spot. Looking at this technique, the incision on the duck's neck was very small, not inconspicuous at all, but it was completely crisp and neat. It cut off the esophagus and trachea without leaving the water. Yu Wenhui raised his palm subconsciously, For some reason, he covered his neck, only to feel that his neck was a little cold in summer.

It wasn't just Yuwenhui, Yang Zan was also stunned on the spot, and he did the same movement as Yuwenhui, raising his hand to touch his neck.

With a calm face, Yang Jian dried up the duck's blood, then put the slaughtered duck aside, brought a clean handkerchief, and wiped his blood-stained palms.

Yang Jian's palms were white, and the duck blood was bright, dyed on his fingers, like the brightest rouge, the blood stained from his slender and strong fingers to the white veil, a strong sense of sickness rushed over his face, making Yu Wen Will shudder again.

Yang Jian wiped his hands, looked up, and happened to see his third younger brother Yang Zan and Yu Wenhui staring at him with the same "stunned" expression, eyes unblinking, Yang Jian didn't know what they were looking at, he thought They are interested in duck blood.

Duck blood already appeared during the Southern and Northern Dynasties, but duck blood is not a food ingredient, but recorded in the Pharmacopoeia. It is regarded as a medicinal material for curing diseases, and almost no one eats it.

While wiping his hands, Yang Jian kindly explained: "I put some water and loose salt in the basin. If no salt is added, the duck blood will easily coagulate. Fresh duck blood tastes tender and silky. Would you like to bring it to the general Yuwen?" Go back with some duck blood, try something new?"

"No, no, no need!" Yu Wenhui refused.

Yang Jian didn't force it either, to be honest, duck blood was Yang Jian's favorite, especially the duck blood he made himself, clean and hygienic, with a fresh taste, it was incomparable to those duck blood sold outside, only such a pot Yang Jian wanted to stay and eat the duck blood alone, so he said to the cook, "Take the duck blood down and store it."

"Yes, Lord Shaolang." The cooks hurriedly carried away the bowl of duck blood according to their words.

After Yang Jian slaughtered, he quickly removed the hair, eviscerated, inflated, and hooked the duck. He hung the well-packed duck on the hook and carried the hook to prepare for scalding the duck embryo.Peking duck is famous for its jujube red and crispy outer skin. The secret lies in the coloring and blanching of the skin. First pour hot water on the duck, and then immediately pour four or five times of "sugar water" to make the duck expand when heated and contract when cooled, making the meat more firm.

The sugar water is also particular, caramel is the best, and it is summer, considering the humidity, the proportion of sugar water should not be too thin.If it is an authentic hanging oven roast duck, in order to make the skin crispy and easier to roast, in addition to the ratio of sugar and water, it is actually added with big red Zhejiang vinegar. Big red Zhejiang vinegar is the balsamic vinegar in Guangzhou refreshments. It is slightly sour and has a sweet aftertaste. And very refreshing.The hanging oven roasted duck with red Zhejiang vinegar is more likely to be crispy and shiny when roasted.

But right now, Yang Jian doesn't have vinegar like Dahong Zhejiang vinegar on hand, and it will take some time to brew it by himself, so he can only give up today.

After coloring, the embryos need to be air-dried, and they need to be hung in a ventilated place without direct sunlight to dry. The skin of the duck cannot produce oil, and the conditions are also very strict. Taking advantage of the process of drying the embryos, Yang Jian started kneading the dough. Make some lotus leaf pancakes for roast duck, and prepare sweet noodle sauce for dipping burritos, etc. I can't stay idle for a moment when I am busy.

Yu Wenhui came to "spy on the enemy's situation", and he did not expect to see the dignified Sui Duke's son cook and prepare meals. His actions were sophisticated and skilled, and he was dazzled.

Yang Guang, the little bun, had been peeking at the door for a long time, but he didn't find much clues. At this time, Yang Jian's newly-acquired servant Maize walked into the dining room from outside, holding some strange things in his hand. What a strange monster.

Corn handed over the thing and said, "Master Young Master, you want the sorghum straw festival."

Sorghum stalks are actually sorghum stalks, which in ancient times were corn stalks.Everyone wondered for a while, why did Yang Jian send people to find sorghum stalks?Is it possible to set fire to it?But isn't this duck food delicious if it is made of fruit wood such as apricot wood, pear wood, and peach wood?

Yang Zan asked strangely: "Brother, what do you want this sorghum stalk and corn stalk for?"

Yang Jianshi Shiran took a handful of sorghum stalks, which were bundled together, each about ten centimeters long.Smiling slightly, he said calmly, "This is called duck stuffing. When pouring soup for a while, prevent the soup from flowing out of the duck's anus."

"Anus..." Yu Wenhui was taken aback. Before he could finish speaking, everyone saw Yang Jian holding the straw knot in his hand and weighing it a little, as if trying to feel it.Immediately, Yang Jian supported the duck with one hand, held the sorghum stalks tightly with the other, and poked and shook the duck. stabbed in...

Yu Wenhui and Yang Zan could clearly hear their own swallowing. Just now, their necks were numb, but now their lower body is numb, as if a gust of cold wind had blown through them.

Yang Guang, the little bun, was peeking on the ceiling of the dining room. The firewood under his feet was crooked, almost rolling off the stack...

The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

The father and father class has started, and today I will teach you how to block ducks~

Yang · sweet and gentle · and: don't panic, keep your hands steady ~ all in one go, no pain ~

Student 1 Yuwenhui: This is Yishu S!Fear!

Student 2 Yang Zan: Brother knows a lot!

Student 3 Yang Guang: I would like to give up the title of sugar substitute to my parents!

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Ju Feiran, jacobsivan1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 268 bottles for unintentional; 10 bottles for rabbits who do not eat grass by the side of the nest; 2 bottles of that'snono;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!