my zepple

December 12th, Christmas Eve.heavy snow.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Song Rou took out the three-yellow chicken that had been soaked in salt water in the morning from the refrigerator.I bought this at the mall in town after soaking in the hot spring the night before.

The two came out of the hot spring hotel, Song Rou asked Tong Yu what they usually eat for Christmas in Italy.Tong Yu thought for a while, and said to eat roast chicken, but he couldn't cook it himself.

That's what other people do.Possibly still Italian, gender unknown.Song Rou grasped the key information clearly.

Then Song Rou proposed to go to the mall to buy chicken and bake it on Christmas Eve, so that if Tong Yu's mouth recovered well, he could eat hot pot on Christmas.

Tong Yu readily agrees.

Now the three-yellow chicken soaked overnight has been dried with kitchen paper.Song Rou adjusted the sauce according to the tutorial: dark soy sauce, light soy sauce, two spoons each of oyster sauce, honey, and finally sprinkled with salt and black pepper.

Tong Yu seized the time to wash his hands, ready to help in the kitchen.

When roasting chicken at Christmas a few years ago, Chef Veronica and Tong Mian always stood aside wearing an apron and busying themselves.So in Tong Yu's impression, roast chicken should be more complicated to make.

He should come to help Song Rou finish this big dish.

Song Rou asked Tong Yu to marinate the chicken first.He just freed his hand to get six apples from the refrigerator, cut two to eat now, stuffed two into the belly of the chicken later, and used two to make mulled wine.

The fruit-shaped apple is cut from the middle, the juice bursts out, and the cut surface is a beautiful rock candy heart with a small core and thick flesh.Cut it into pieces with a small knife and put it in a glass bowl.

Song Rou slowly forked a large piece and brought it to Tong Yu's mouth.Tong Yu was concentrating on poking holes in the chicken with a toothpick, and resisted avoiding it.

Reluctantly, Song Rou moved the metal fork forward again, and said to him, "Try it, you picked it yourself yesterday."

Only then did Tong Yu tilt his head and bite off the piece of apple.The pulp is contained between the lips and teeth, and the moist bead in the middle of the upper lip is just on an irregular sharp angle.

Song Rou's Adam's apple twitched.

After piercing the chicken, pouring the prepared black-brown sauce on the skin, Tong Yu started to apply the marinade to the whole body of the chicken wearing gloves.He made it very carefully, the marinade was thick and rich, and the back, belly, chicken tip and folds under the groin were all fully taken care of.

Tong Yu was about to take off his gloves when he heard Song Rou say, "Huh? Don't you wipe the inside?"

"in?"

Seeing Song Rou smile slightly, Tong Yu said, "I'll teach you."

Song Rou handed the bowl of apples to Tong Yu, put on her gloves, turned the three yellow chicken's belly over, and poured a spoonful of sauce on her hand and the chicken's beer/drum.

Then Song Rou's slender fingers stretched into the chicken beer/drum, kneading/kneading/beating/circling the inside of the chicken, the folds/wrinkles on the outside of the beer/drum opened and shrunk/closed.

This picture is very subtle.

The more Tong Yu looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong, his tongue was tied, and he hurriedly stopped: "Yes, it should be almost ready, right?"

Song Rou shook her head, "Wipe it for a while, give it a full relaxation, or it will hurt later."

Tong Yu's eyelids twitched, and he asked, "It's already dead, why does it hurt?"

Song Rou said: "Because I'm going to put something in later, it's very bloated."

Tong Yu's face turned green when he heard it, but he continued to endure.But his voice has changed: "What are you going to put in it?"

"That's it." Song Rou said with a smile, and tapped the four uncut apples next to her with her chin.

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The chicken needs to dry for a while.Song Rou is going to take some time to make more mulled wine at this time.Tong Yu likes to drink this.

When the two were studying at university in Beijing, there was a coffee shop outside the dormitory area.Every year on Christmas and Christmas Eve, a small stall will be set up at the door, and fresh mulled wine is cooked in a pot.

A large spoonful is poured into a disposable paper cup with cinnamon and rosemary, and it costs nine yuan a cup.It's not a high-end red wine, but there is enough material in the pot, and the students passing by can smell the sweet aroma of red wine and berries.

On Christmas in the first year of college, Tong Yu sat outside the cafe and drank one cup after another. Song Rou still remembers that Tong Yu drank 100 yuan that night, but he only brought [-] yuan in cash. His face was flushed from drinking and he asked Song Rou to borrow [-] yuan.

Peel the apples and cut them into thick slices, cut the jelly oranges in half, insert a few cloves on the skin surface, put them in a snow pan with strawberries and mulberries, and then pour orange juice and red wine into them respectively.

Finally, add yellow rock sugar and simmer for 10 minutes.

The red wine I bought was a sweet red with no alcohol content, low tannin, and boiled with a lot of orange juice.Although Song Rou didn't see Tong Yu taking medicine these days, he was still reluctant to let Tong Yu drink too much alcohol.

Song Rou took out a lighter from her jacket pocket, and put a cinnamon stick on the flame to toast.

Tong Yu glanced nonchalantly at the pink-silver Zippo lighter.

Song Rou seemed to know what he was thinking, she curled her lips and said, "I don't smoke."

Tong Yu pouted: "I didn't ask you again."

After the two of them finished drinking a glass of mulled wine, Tong Yu went to pick out a piece of butter, sprinkled it with honey, and melted it with hot water.

Song Rou waited for enough time to dry before cutting open the apple next to it and putting it into the chicken's gut.Use a toothpick to thread the chicken beer/drum, seal it well, and then wrap a small piece of tin foil around the ankle and the tip of the chicken wing to prevent the high temperature from burning.

Finally, Song Rou held the string, looked at the chicken in the bowl, and asked Tong Yu next to her, "What pose do you like?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tong Yu slapped the kitchen counter, the sound was deafening.He couldn't bear it anymore, he gritted his teeth and looked at Song Rou, and asked him: "Are you really sick?"

Song Rou really couldn't hold back this time, she put her hands on the sink and started laughing, her shoulders trembled.

"I'm just," he laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist, and gently bumped Tong Yu's shoulder with his forehead, "I just want to ask how you tie this chicken to look better?"

"You fart!" Tong Yu pushed Song Rou's head away, his lips trembling with anger: "You, do you know that you have become very strange now!"

Song Rou raised her eyebrows and asked him, "Huh? Why am I so strange?"

"You weren't like this before, you weren't like this..."

Tong Yu thought, you were never this nasty before.

The two hadn't even joked about each other's color before like normal male friends.The Song Rou in the past was gentle and alienated, and she might not be sexually frigid, but it is absolutely impossible to be the hug/lust/crazy now, let alone make a dish full of yellow accents.

"I am such a person."

Song Rou took a step forward, pushed Tong Yu to the corner of the table, and said slowly: "I also want to get close to the person I like, want to speak dirty words to him, and want to have sex with him."

The marinated roast chicken has to wait for at least four hours, and I didn't write such a long time for the sake of the coherence of the plot.I am a hard worker in the kitchen, and the methods are all from the Internet.

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