The peace of the Three Realms depends on me [Food]

5. Boiled Chicken

Ji Pingan didn't know what kind of character he picked up, he only knew that the kitten he picked up was very good, so he didn't need to worry about it.After the food was packed, he was in a good mood, so he decided to kill a chicken and invite He Lang to eat, and treat himself by the way.

He is so busy these days, and the chickens in his family are so leisurely that it makes his teeth itch. They must be a little bit crisis-conscious!

With only a handful of rice, Ji Pingan lured the chickens wandering around in the fruit forest back to the chicken coop.After a messy rooster crowed from inside the chicken coop, Ji Pingan came out carrying a heavy big rooster.

He Lang was delighted when he saw the chicken: "My good fellow, have you seen it not pleasing to your eyes for a long time?"

Ji Ping'an smiled brightly: "Yes. Go and boil the water quickly, and we will eat white chicken at night."

He Lang laughed so hard that he couldn't close his mouth: "The boiled chicken is delicious! The boiled chicken you made is amazing!" While talking, he hurriedly walked towards the kitchen, and skillfully added water to the cauldron to boil it.

Green smoke rose from the chimney, and Ji Pingan tied the rooster's wings and feet with straw and threw it in the yard.The cock was restrained and stopped after a few flops.

Ji Pingan took a large bowl, and he put a teaspoon of salt and half a bowl of water in the bowl, and a few drops of rapeseed oil on top.

Wumo has been staying at Ji Ping'an's house for several days, and today his limbs finally have the strength to leave the bamboo basket!He staggered to the outside of the hut, squatted quietly on the ground and watched Ji Ping'an's movements.

Ji Ping'an looked like a weak scholar, seeing his powerless appearance, Wu Mo thought absently: Can he really kill a chicken?

Seeing Wu Mo walk out of the hut, Ji Ping'an was stunned for a moment: "Oh, Mimi, you can walk now!" It's a miracle, it was injured so badly, it only took a few days for it to be able to walk!If this continues, maybe its injury will heal soon.

Ji Pingan held a kitchen knife in one hand and patted Wumo's head with the other: "Hey, I'll treat you to chicken legs tonight!"

Wu Mo raised his blue eyes and looked at Ji Pingan. He was used to Ji Pingan calling him 'Mimi' and 'Meow Meow', so he doesn't feel shy at all now!

Ji Pingan put the bowl filled with clear water in the courtyard, and he strode over to pick up the chicken wings.The big rooster made two long and squeaking noises.Before it crowed for the third time, Ji Pingan grabbed the chicken's wings and grabbed the feathers on the chicken's neck to raise the chicken's head backwards.

There is a layer of fine fluff growing on the chicken's neck, and Ji Ping'an picked these fluff in two or three strokes to clean up an inch or so where a knife can be cut.He clamped the chicken's feet between his legs, and with the knife in his right hand, he slashed at the chicken's neck. Before the blood gushed out, he pressed the chicken down.

The bright red chicken blood fell into the large bowl that had been prepared long ago, and the salt water in the bowl was soon dyed red.The powerful big cock made a gurgling sound in its throat but couldn't struggle.

Ji Ping'an's eyes showed unbearable: "Cast a good baby in the next life."

Every time he kills chickens, he feels uncomfortable. These are the chickens he raised since he was a child, and he is very reluctant to kill them by himself.But the original intention of raising them is to eat meat. This is the tragedy of human beings, who need to kill to survive.

The blood in the chicken's body changed from more to less, and when the blood on the chicken's neck was no longer in a line, Ji Ping'an chicken was put aside, and the poor chicken flopped a few times before it stopped breathing.

Ji Pingan plucked a feather from the chicken wing and stirred it with the chicken blood. The oil spots on the chicken blood swirled around, and it must be delicious when it is made into blood.

Seeing him walking towards the kitchen with chicken blood in his hand, Wu Mo was stunned.

It is agreed that the hand has no power to restrain the chicken!How gentle and kind!

At this moment, he cut off the idea of ​​explaining his identity.

If Ji Pingan knew that he was the demon emperor Wumo who brought down his house, would he lift his neck and slit his throat neatly?

You must know that he is just a fragile kitten now, and he can't beat Ji Pingan at all!

After thinking for a while, Wumo made a decision with lingering fear——I can't say it!At least until he recovers his cultivation, he must firmly cover his true identity!

Human nature is complicated, he is a weak kitten, Ji Pingan may take good care of him.If he finds out that he is the Demon Emperor... Wu Mo dare not think about it.

When Ji Pingan came out again, he saw Wumo staring blankly at the dead chicken, his dark blue eyes seemed to be shining with... longing?

Ji Pingan was moved!The kitten he picked up was really well-behaved. It wanted to play with the feathers so much, but it just looked at it without touching it.

Who can be indifferent to the longing eyes of a kitten?Without saying a word, Ji Pingan walked to the side of the rooster, and he plucked two handfuls of chicken feathers from the side of the rooster's buttocks.

The feathers of the big rooster are black and bright, with red fringes inlaid on the side and down dotted underneath.Such feathers are most suitable for making shuttlecocks, and they are also suitable for tying up to tease cats.

Ji Pingan picked up a pliable small bamboo branch, he plucked off the twigs next to the bamboo branch, and tied the chicken feathers to the top of the bamboo branch with a string.

When Wu Mo was wandering in the sky, a group of chicken feathers dancing quickly appeared in his sight.Ji Pingan rested his chin in one hand, and waved the bamboo branch in front of the kitten with the other: "Mimi, look here, look here."

No ink: ...

Does he look silly?How could such a proud monster like him be interested in Feather!

But... the way Ji Pingan held the cat teasing stick was very interesting, Wu Mo thought about it, and decided to play with him for a while.

However, seeing that Ji Pingan was full of interest, Wu Mo perfunctorily raised his hand to scoop it up twice. Of course, when he was about to scoop up chicken feathers, Ji Pingan would quickly move the cat teasing stick away.

When He Lang went out, he saw such a strange scene. Rather than saying that Ji Pingan was teasing the cat, it was better to say that the cat was teasing Ji Pingan.He Lang really couldn't stand Fa Xiao's stupid look anymore, he greeted: "Peace, the water is ready."

Ji Ping inserted the cat-teasing stick into Shi Feng: "Here we come."

He Lang hated iron but steel: "You, you usually dress well, but you can't walk when you see these cats and dogs."

Ji Pingan was serious: "What are you talking about? I can't walk anymore. Isn't this sneaking in to exercise with the kitten? Only after exercising can you recover quickly."

He Lang rolled his eyes almost to the sky: "The level of your nonsense is getting higher and higher."

After a while, the big rooster was cleaned up properly by Ji Ping'an and the other two.Because we want to chop chicken for nothing, today's chicken will not be chopped for the time being.The cleaned chicken offal is placed next to the chicken, and it will be an appetizer when it is fried with kimchi in a while.

Seeing Ji Pingan and the two busy in the kitchen, Wu Mo suddenly wanted to join in the fun.It walked slowly from the yard to the kitchen. There were big pumpkins piled up next to the stove, and Wumo climbed to the top.In this way, he knew what Ji Pingan and the others were doing at a glance.

Ji Pingan looked up at Wumo on the pumpkin, he smiled and said to He Lang: "Langzi, I always think this kitten is spiritual."

He Lang said angrily: "Come on, you, which one of your animals is not spiritual? Two years ago, I picked up a wounded fox and brought it back to raise, and it was also said to be spiritual. The fox recovered from the injury and took the family with it. I came to your house to steal chickens, you forgot?"

Ji Pingan: ...

It's the easiest way to make white-cut chicken. You don't need to fry it. You only need a pot, half a pot of boiling water and a few slices of ginger and green onion.

Ji Ping'an's family grows the onion and ginger themselves. The ginger is small turmeric. Although it is not big, it is full of ginger flavor.There are several kinds of scallions, there are thin chives, there are red onions that grow red onions, and there are scallions whose roots can swell to be bigger than a fist...

He added more than half of the pot of water to the pot, and after making sure that the water could completely submerge the chicken after pressing it in, he threw the ginger slices and shallot knots into the pot.

He Lang sat behind the stove and burned the fire unhurriedly. He didn't intend to let Ji Pingan go: "If you want me to say, it's too lonely for you to live here alone. You treat cats, cats and dogs as treasures. Let You go to live in Qiancun, and you don't like it. Ping An, I'm serious, you can find someone."

Ji Pingan said: "Let's talk about it."

He Lang sighed briefly: "Ping An, you are young and strong now, it's fine to be alone. You will always grow old, have you ever thought about what to do in the future? You are handsome, and the conditions are not bad. If you think There is no one you like in Qingshui Bay, you can go to the town, to Fu'an City. There is always your fate, you can't live alone for the rest of your life, can you?"

Hearing this, Ji Pingan smiled slightly: "Langzi, I know you are doing it for my own good. But I also have my own plans."

He Lang nodded: "Okay, but as a brother, I still want to remind you. The time waits for no one, you can still find a good partner now, and you won't be able to find it when you get older."

Ji Pingan felt his brain start to buzz: "Do you still want to eat white chicken?"

He Lang resolutely shut up, he obediently lit the fire: "Yes!"

After a while, the water in the pot boiled slightly, and fine and small bubbles emerged from the bottom of the pot. At this time, it was Ji Pingan's turn to make a move.I saw him dipping the whole chicken into the unboiled water with its feet.

When the white chicken skin meets the water that is about to boil, it becomes firm and the color turns yellow.Ji Pingan held the chicken feet and counted, and when he counted to ten, he lifted the chicken up from the pot.

The steaming chicken was hanging on the iron pot, Ji Pingan counted to ten more, and then dipped the chicken into the pot.After lifting it up and pressing it in three times, he finally submerged the whole chicken in the water.

Just when He Lang was about to put the lid on the pot, Ji Pingan reached out to stop him: "Don't put the lid on! It's easy to overcook if you put the lid on."

The water temperature should not be too high, and it should be kept in a state of boiling but not boiling, so that the chicken soaked at this temperature can be tender and smooth.

Wumo rested his head on his two front paws. Seriously, don't chickens all taste the same?No matter how fancy the recipe is, can it still taste like duck?

6. Boiled Chicken

As the Demon Emperor, Wu Mo thought that he had eaten a lot of good things.Before he lost his cultivation, whatever good things the orcs had were close to him.Common things like chickens, ducks and fish are not worthy of being placed in front of him.

The taste of the chicken is very clear. He has a cook who is a fox who is especially good at cooking chicken. Most of the chickens in front of him are steamed or marinated.The chicken is old and old, and sometimes there is an inexplicable fishy smell.

To be honest, he didn't expect Ji Pingan's chicken to taste any better.But seeing Ji Pingan's serious preparation of dishes, he felt that this little human being was very pleasing to the eye, especially when he was standing next to He Lang who was talking nonsense.

Ji Pingan was dressed in plain clothes, he was slender and fair-skinned, and he had a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes.In terms of appearance alone, Ji Ping'an's appearance is even more outstanding than that of ordinary demon cultivators.In addition, his temperament is very clean, which makes people feel very comfortable.

He doesn't look like a little medicine man who lives in the mountains and lives by collecting herbs, but rather like a rich man raised by a rich family.It's just that the son of a rich family will not gather around the stove to prepare dishes like Ji Ping'an.

Wu Mo stared at Ji Pingan's face for a while, he wanted to wait for his cultivation base to recover, and if Ji Pingan was willing, he could take him back to the demon world to open his eyes.That's a place that many monks want to go, Ji Pingan probably won't refuse.

He Lang kept nagging: "The last time you gave Cui Cui a recipe, she tried it when she got home, but the taste was not as good as the one you made. I also tried to make it, but I put the lid on it .No wonder I think the chicken tastes old, so I overcooked it?"

Ji Pingan was chopping green onions with a smile, and he said warmly: "Yes, boiled chicken should be cooked until the skin is crispy, the meat is tender and the bones are reddish, so that it tastes good. Watch me do it again, and try again when you go home."

Wumo raised his ears, look, what did he hear?Crispy skin and tender meat?

How could it be possible, how could the chicken have crispy skin and tender meat, even the most tender chicken would not have this taste.Wumo looked suspiciously at the chicken submerged in the iron pot.

I saw a layer of yellow grease floating on the water, and the chicken under the grease was looming.It may be due to being immersed in hot water. Wumo feels that the chicken is abnormally round. How should I express this feeling? It’s like the skin is tense, and the meat and fat under the skin are trying to break through the skin. Blast out.

This reminded Wumo of a kind of beetle in the demon world that is used as a snack by demon cultivators. It is only as big as a fingernail, but it is full of grease, and the grease inside will burst out after biting the shell.

It's so strange, they are obviously two unrelated things, why would he link these two things together?

Ji Pingan was preparing the dipping sauce for the boiled chicken. On his chopping board was a handful of shallots that had been cleaned. This was the swollen root ball from the root of the shallot.Fire shallots are no better than chives. Shallots can survive the winter with a little warmth. As long as the temperature is low, the leaves of fire shallots will be damaged by freezing.

Ji Pingan would plant a crop of shallots every year at the end of summer, and harvest the heads of shallots before the frost came down.

Each processed onion was as long as half of his finger. After peeling off the red outer skin, the meat exposed inside was green with white.The texture of the shallots is crisp and tender, and the spicy juice will flow out of everything when you lightly touch it.

Ji Pingan cut the shallots into minced shallots and put them in a large bowl aside for later use.

In addition to shallots, there are shallots and ginger on the big chopping board.After Ji Pingan cut them all into puree, he began to talk to He Lang: "If you put one portion of shallots, you have to put two portions of shallots and ginger, please remember."

He Lang nodded again and again: "I made a note of it. But peace, I found that you are really good. How did you come up with this prescription?"

Ji Pingan smiled: "I didn't think of it. Have you forgotten? My grandma is a cook, and my grandpa wrote all the dishes my grandma made into recipes. Didn't you still read them when you were young?"

He Lang smiled naively and scratched his head: "Hey, it's not like you don't know, I don't know a few big characters. I'm not like you, I can read."

Speaking of this, He Lang's eyes on Ji Ping'an became complicated.His childhood is really good in all aspects, he can live and can read and write, and he really buried him in Qingshuiwan.

After putting the scallion and ginger paste into the big bowl, Ji Pingan added half a teaspoon of salt and a little sugar into the big bowl.At this time, the most critical step comes, and that is to pour oil.

He Lang lit the flame in the small pot pond, and when the pot was hot, Ji Pingan added three tablespoons of soybean oil to the pot.When the soybean oil started to smoke, he quickly scooped up the soybean oil in the pan and poured it into a large bowl.

There was a rattling sound in the bowl, and the scallion and ginger paste was quietly immersed in the golden soybean oil.Ji Pingan took the opportunity to stir the concentrated seasoning, and he licked the tip of the chopsticks that mixed the sauce: "It's done."

He Lang sniffled: "Well, I have that feeling."

Wu Mo also smelled a strange fragrance, it was strange to say, it was obviously spicy onion and ginger, how could it taste different after a course of hot oil?The original spicy taste disappeared, replaced by a fresh and fragrant taste.

Wu Mo looked at the blue-yellow dipping sauce in the bowl, and he felt that this dipping sauce would taste great with rice.

After the chicken in the pot boiled about three cups of tea, Ji Pingan picked up a chopstick and poked the chicken leg.The tip of the chopsticks pierced through the skin and flesh of the chicken easily. After Ji Pingan pulled out the chopsticks, no blood leaked from the small hole on the chicken skin.

Ji Pingan hurriedly greeted He Lang: "Lang Zi, you pour the cool white tea I prepared earlier into the basin."

After He Lang did so, Ji Pingan picked up the whole chicken with chopsticks and dipped it in the cold boiled water.At this time, the kitchen is filled with a strong smell of chicken soup, which is mouth-watering.

After the chicken was soaked in cold water for a while, Ji Pingan lifted the chicken out of the wooden basin.After drying the water on the chicken skin, Ji Pingan put the chicken on the chopping board.

The position of the chicken breast has been opened, and the whole chicken is in a prone position.He Lang asked impatiently: "Can I chop it up? Let me chop it up!"

Ji Pingan turned around and went to the cupboard and took out a pot-bellied clay pot. After opening the pot, a strong smell of sesame oil wafted out of it.Ji Pingan said: "Don't worry, let me brush the oil again."

He Lang's saliva was almost drooling: "What are you doing with oil?"

Ji Pingan said with a smile: "It makes the chicken look better, and it also tastes better."

As he spoke, he lightly dipped some sesame oil with a fine brush in the clay pot and spread a thin layer of sesame oil evenly on the chicken. Not to mention, the chicken that had been coated with sesame oil was much yellower than before, and the chicken skin looked golden. .

Seeing such a good chicken, He Lang was embarrassed to do it: "Why don't you come?"

Ji Pingan smiled, and he chopped off the chicken's neck and feet with a knife.Under his knife, a whole chicken quickly becomes a neat chicken nugget placed between two large plates.

Seeing the two plates of chicken laid out, Wumo stood up from the pumpkin.He had never seen a chicken so well presented and so appetizing.Ji Pingan placed half a chicken on each plate. Even though it had already been chopped into pieces, the chicken had even pieced together a complete half body.

Wu Mo's feeling before was right, this chicken gave him the feeling that it was fat and tender.It was obviously a free-range chicken, its skin was golden, the meat was white, and there were red bloodshots in the middle of the bones.

There is also some gelatin between the skin and flesh, like jelly.When you pick up a piece of chicken, you can see the rich juice flowing slowly between the textures of the chicken.

This... Isn't this the same feeling as that kind of beetle? !

Just looking at this chicken, Wu Mo can imagine how tender it is.If you take a bite with dipping sauce, what would it taste like!

Wu Mo thought that he was not a delicious demon cultivator, but at this moment, he was hungry.

He Lang couldn't wait to pick up half a chicken leg, roll it around in the dipping sauce, and then put it in his mouth: "Yeah! It's delicious! Tender!" When he pulled the chicken leg out of his mouth, the chicken leg was Only one bone remained.

Ji Pingan smiled and said, "Don't worry, sit down and eat slowly."

At this time, an old voice came from outside the door: "Lang hey—"

He Lang slapped his head: "Oh, my mother called me! I told her I would go back soon, but I forgot when I saw the chicken being killed!"

Ji Pingan hurriedly found a bamboo basket. He poured a few tablespoons of dipping sauce on half a chicken, then put the plate in the bamboo basket and handed it to He Lang: "Take it back and eat it with Auntie."

He Lang wanted to refuse, but looking at the chicken in the bamboo basket, he still didn't hesitate to delay: "Thank you, Ping An! I'll return your bowl and basket tomorrow."

As he said that, he rushed out of the kitchen with the bamboo basket in his hand: "Hey, mother, I'm here!"

Ji Pingan stood outside the dilapidated courtyard gate and looked at He Lang's back. Since his father left, no one called him to be safe anymore.Now he is alone and alone, and has no relatives anymore.

Wu Mo looked at Ji Ping'an's back quietly, at this moment he felt that Ji Ping'an was very sad.After he arrived at Ji Ping'an's house, it was the first time he saw him so sad.

After He Lang left, only the tiger and the kitten were left in the family.Ji Pingan smiled at the cat and the dog: "Let's eat too."

I was thinking of frying another chicken with pickled peppers, but now I have half a chicken, so forget it.How much can a person eat?That's what a person eats.

Ji Pingan gave Huzi the neck and feet of the chicken, and then put a piece of chicken leg meat in the kitten's plate.It's not that he is biased, the tiger eats a lot, and it will still have chicken bones and the like after a while.A kitten can't chew chicken bones, and it has a small appetite, so it's okay to give it a piece of pure meat.

But this move fell into Wumo's eyes, and it became an undisguised preference.

Seeing Wumo staring at him steadily, Ji Pingan rubbed its head: "Hey, eat."

Wu Mo originally wanted to hide his identity until his cultivation level recovered.But seeing Ji Ping'an's eyes, he couldn't help it anymore.How should he return a person's kindness and favor?

Ji Pingan saw something shining in the kitten's blue eyes, the kitten opened its mouth, and then he heard a soft voice: "Thank you."

Ji Pingan:! ! !

Cat, the cat is talking!

The author has something to say:

Wumo: Hi!wife!

Ji Pingan:! ! !Cat, the cat is talking!

So this article can actually be called: The Cat’s Repayment [bushi]

Boiled Chicken and Drool Chicken are delicious...I want to buy Boiled Chicken tonight!We have a store here that recently launched white chopped chicken. There is nothing wrong with it except that it is expensive, and it is delicious~