Zhou Wenqiang is like an artist who pays attention to details and never gets tired of it.

After seeing that the charcoal in the fire pit has been changed from open fire to dark fire, the treated suckling pig was gently lifted into the pit.

Unlike the batch-made barbecue in Hong Kong, if you put the roasted suckling pig directly in, you will ignore it. Instead, you will hold the refractory rope tied to the pig's nose with your hands and gently lift it up and put it on.

Let the suckling pig constantly change its position in the charcoal fire, and carefully observe the color of the suckling pig's skin, occasionally gently shake the hanging rope left and right to fully ensure the uniformity of the heat.

After half an hour of operation, a layer of sweat condensed on Zhou Wenqiang's forehead.

This is also the characteristic of the ancient roasted suckling pig. Unlike the current barbecue chefs in Hong Kong, they only consider the temperature and time, but they will not target each roast goose. The roasted pig is fired according to the essence, not to mention the more advanced "sniffing the wind and smelling the smell", which will improve the delicious food in a tiny way.

This means that his basic attributes reach level 3, and his physical fitness is far superior to that of ordinary people. Otherwise, even if he gets the inheritance of the ancient roasted suckling pig, his physical strength will not be able to support him.

After looking at the time and the skin color of the suckling pig in the pit, he saw that the charcoal in the fire pit had turned from dark fire to embers, and only a little residual heat was left, Zhou Wenqiang fixed the hanging rope to the temporarily added cross wooden frame at the entrance of the pit.

Then cover the wooden rack with a layer of dried lychee wood. The roasted suckling pig has to go through the last roasting process. This stage does not take long, and it can take about fifteen minutes. The purpose is to make the suckling pig last taste and combine the mellow meat aroma and the elegant lychee wood aroma.

At this moment, in Liu Fu's back garden, the smell of a suckling pig was full of salivating. Liu Fu sniffed deeply, his face full of intoxicated expressions, and he couldn't help but wipe his saliva: "It's this smell!

Wen Qiang, this is the taste of Fu Sir's dream.

Forty years, forty years!

I remember when I was a child, when I was paying homage to God in my hometown, I accidentally ate such a roasted suckling pig once, and that time......"

Qi Weiwen also swallowed his saliva, not as a beautiful boss as a tycoon. He couldn't help but walk to Zhou Wenqiang, squatted down, and looked at the grilling pit covered with dry lychee wood with his eyes.

"Zhou Sir, how long will it take?

I smelled it almost the same.”

After all, she was young and had never had the same taste as Liu Fu. However, every time she saw Liu Fu talk about the ancient roasted suckling pig she had eaten back then, she was full of joy and saliva, so she looked forward to it for a long time.

"Haha, Fu Sir and Qi Xiang are not impatient. The most important thing is to burn pigs. Even if you don't have to lose a second, you can't get out of the pit.

Now I will need to spend about fifteen minutes. Please wait for two people. When the time comes, I will cut the suckling pig slices and send them over."

Liu Fu nodded repeatedly when he heard this: "Wen Qiang is right, you must be enough, you must be enough!"

Fifteen minutes, in Liu Fu and Qi Weiwen's eyes, it seemed as long as fifteen years, but fortunately I waited for it.

The best skin color for roasted suckling pigs is not red, not golden yellow, but golden red.

When you first look at it like a red rabbit among pigs, you will find that a dark gold color faintly emerges from the bright oil. This layer of vaguely visible dark gold color is actually made up of the grilled oil and the sugar water applied to the pig's skin. It must be at the right temperature to have such a pure color.

When Zhou Wenqiang walked away with the plate, under the sunlight, golden red lights burst out from the plate, and there was still a complete suckling pig on the plate.

Only when I put it in front of Liu Fu and Qi Weiwen, I could faintly see the dense but orderly knife marks on the pig's body. Judging from the knife marks, they should be very thin and thin, just like Yanjing roast duck. The thinner the slices are, the crisper it is when it is in the mouth.

Zhou Wenqiang left a portion for himself to eat, so he didn't have to compete with the two of them. He put the plate on the table and reminded him: "Eat slowly, I'm a roasted suckling pig in the ancient way, not a roasted cabbage."

You must have a sense of awe for food. No matter you are the number one Inspector of the Hong Kong and Kowloon, you are no exception!

It seemed that they understood this truth. Liu Fu and Qi Weiwen nodded repeatedly, picked up a pair of chopsticks, and carefully picked up the roasted pork slices...

The suckling pig was cut very thin by Zhou Wenqiang, but it would not affect the taste.

The suckling pig slices with a faint lychee aroma have a very layered taste.

The lean meat, which was roasted until crispy and crispy, melted in the mouth with a slight chew on the bullet, and the fat part of the fat that melted in the mouth after a little chewing, was even more transparent as jade. It would not melt immediately after being touched by teeth. It would take a slight bite to spread out. Liu Fu and Qi Weiwen felt the feeling of the mouth, teeth, and tongue wrapped in strange fragrance, and they were so floating like an ecstasy...

I'll lose it!

It's so delicious!

These two greedy ghosts had long thrown Zhou Wenqiang's reminder out of the sky, and the chopsticks in their hands moved faster and faster. Later, they were as fast as lightning, bringing a series of phantoms above the plate.

But they are both people with great appetite. Liu Fu usually chews seven or eight braised pig trotters when sprinkling water. Qi Weiwen is even more exaggerated. He can suppress his hooves every time he eats them! And he won’t be fat no matter how much he eats them.

This roasted suckling pig weighs six kilograms after slaughtering, and only about four kilograms after bbq. Zhou Wenqiang left one kilogram to eat alone, and the rest was only three kilograms. How could he withstand the big stomachs of the male and female rice buckets?

Soon, I saw that the plate was already half empty and the remaining roasted pork was less than a pound.

Liu Fu looked up at Qi Weiwen and frowned slightly: "Awen, you are a woman. You will gain weight if you eat too much, and that will not be beautiful."

After saying that, he stretched out his chopsticks and blocked Qi Weiwen's chopsticks.

Qi Weiwen sneered, turned his white wrist lightly, and in one move, "I can rotate 360 ​​degrees." The chopsticks fell on Liu Fu's chopsticks, and then suddenly exerted force, and with a click, breaking Liu Fu's chopsticks into two pieces.

"Old Liu, thank you for your concern!

I won’t get fat even if I eat, which is such a worry.

Please give me this opportunity and make me fat!”

After saying that, I picked up several slices of roasted pork with chopsticks and stuffed them directly into my red lips, making the 'Kaba Kaba' sound.

"It's really a waste of natural resources!

The ancient method of roasted suckling pig, is this how it is eaten?"

Liu Fu covered his chest with his hands, and almost passed away with pain.

You are a prodigal girl. Why did Wen Qiang cut the roasted suckling pig into thin slices? We just wanted us to carefully understand the crispy texture of the roasted meat slices. You are so good that you actually picked up many pieces with one chopstick!

He swallowed it in one bite!

You are not eating pork, you are eating meat in my heart!

I quickly picked up the fork on the table and thrust hard at more than a dozen roasted suckling pigs. You do it on the first day of the lunar month and I will do it for fifteenth day, and life will be great!

"dream!"

Qi Weiwen snorted coldly, and suddenly his left hand rose. The butterfly knife that scared countless heroes in Hong Kong and Jiujiang River took action and turned into a knife net, blocking Liu Fu's fork out and not making any progress!

At the same time, the chopsticks in the right hand fell like rain, as if dozens of chickens were pecking at the rice at the same time, and swept away the remaining roasted suckling pig in an instant.

Liu Fu screamed, covered his chest and fell head-on to the table: "Awen, you're so angry!"

"Okay, what are you pretending? Every time I can't grab it, I will be annoyed if you don't bother me."

Qi Weiwen smiled gently and walked over to help him massage his back: "Don't they just do it for your own good? Do you feel sorry for you? You have high blood pressure and eating too much pork is not good for your health..."

"Hmph, Mr. Fu, I'm very smart!

Why do you feel sorry for me? I think you are using me. Sooner or later, I will go to find the Ghost King Eagle in person and praise him for his good beauty trick!”

"Hehe, no matter what, Master Fu recognizes me as a beauty.
Chapter completed!