Then he mixed half a pot of water and covered the pot made of wood, leaving nothing to worry about it.

"Isn't this stewing?" Liu Jiuwa was speechless.

Didn’t it just add some seasoning and stir-fry it?

It's okay to boil it when stewing, right?

"This is not a stew. Such a big rooster has been raised for a long time. If you don't add more water, can you cook the rake?" Liu Chunlai despised him.

Then, the cornmeal that Zhang Changgui and the others bought was mixed with boiling water.

However, as the water in the pot boils, the steam spreads everywhere, and the strong fragrance spreads.

"Brother Jiu, Xiaohuo, don't make it bigger."

When the water in the pot was still half a pot, Liu Chunlai poured a pot of potatoes, green beans and other side dishes into the pot, and then turned it over for a while.

At the same time, the cornmeal cake was pasted on the side of the pot.

When eating firewood chicken, you need to use it with the steamed buns on the side of the pot.

Corn flour is cheaper than wheat flour, but there is not even much cornmeal on them.

"This seems to be the way for people from Northeast China to eat?" Seeing Liu Chunlai paste the cake, Liu Jiuwa was a little confused.

He once came into contact with people from Northeast China.

But I didn’t expect that how did Liu Chunlai learn to stew the Northeastern people?

It's clearly stewed!

Liu Chunlai did not explain.

He didn't know what this thing was. Anyway, this way of eating it is still relatively common in the southwest region.

He went on a business trip here and a friend took him to eat it. It was really good. Later, he never forgot about it. Every time he got here, he would go and eat it once when he had the chance. Of course, what is more attractive here is actually hot pot.

The hot pot in Shancheng and the hot pot in Rongcheng also have their own characteristics.

Thinking of this, Liu Chunlai sighed.

When I have the chance in the future, I will eat all the hot pots that are delicious in the Shancheng.

Now?

It’s not that I can’t bear to let it go. If I go, I’m too lazy to convince Liu Jiuwa and Liu Zhiqiang and others.

The fragrance was always permeating. Even Zhang Changgui, who had already pulled the electric light to draw pictures next to him, swallowed his saliva from time to time, and looked up at this side.

fragrant!

After finally waiting until the chicken in the pot was cooked, Liu Chunlai filled a large basin with an enamel washbasin.

On hot days, and this is not a local stove specially designed for eating wood and turkey, so it is impossible to eat directly around the pot.

"Don't worry, put the chicken in water and then stir-fry it with spicy food, and then cook the chicken blood soup. This can be considered a whole chicken feast."

Liu Chun looked at Zhang Erqiang and stared at the basin with green eyes. He didn't know how long it took for this kid to see the meat.

Chicken miscellaneous things are good things, but if paired with Erjingtou, it will be even more delicious.

What's more, these days, there are few things to eat. As long as you can eat, nothing will be thrown away.

A lot of oil was used too.

Seeing Liu Jiuwa's heart made him feel bleeding. Fortunately this time, he didn't say anything else.

It's useless to say it.

"Swish~"

"Boom~"

As the chicken with water went into the water and entered the boiling hot oil, a ball of fire rose from the pot.

Here, it should be a fuss.

Liu Chunlai thought of this, but unfortunately, the big iron pot was fixed on the earthen stove, and he had never been to New Oriental, so he naturally couldn't get it.

Liu Chunlai's big iron spatula was stir-frying, and the chopped bowl of peppers was poured down.

“So spicy ~”

The pungent smell spreads again.

The whole kitchen was filled with smoke.

Liu Jiuwa was already hot and sneezing constantly by the smoke. Liu Chunlai could not bear it anymore.

Sure enough, a gentleman is far away from the kitchen.

Damn, people in ancient times were probably choked so much that they found excuses to stay away from the kitchen.

Erjingtiao fried chicken with chicken and quickly put it on the pot. Then Liu Chunlai washed the pot, boiled some water directly, added ginger, garlic and salt. After the water rolled, the chicken blood cut in the bowl was poured into the pot. Soon, a large bowl of chicken blood soup was completed.

Then I put together a fried pork with Erjingtiao...

"Master Zhang, have a meal first." Liu Chunlai shouted to the outside.

"Hurry up, the table is put away and the dishes are placed..." Zhang Changgui's answer was hurried.

Liu Zhiqiang also shouted, "Uncle Chunlai, the wine is also poured."

Liu Chunlai, sweating profusely, came out of the stove and saw that several people had already placed the Eight Immortals Table for Eight Immortals in the middle of the yard.

Without cups, six missing earthen bowls were already placed on the table, and a lot of wine was poured into each bowl.

“There are so many mosquitoes outside!”

Thinking of the headache-inducing mosquitoes in summer, Liu Chunlai was a little scared.

"Brother Chunlai, the mosquitoes here are choked to death by the spicy taste you just now! The air is still spicy enough now, there are no mosquitoes, hurry up, starve to death..." Zhang Erqiang had already wanted to start.

In his heart, he scolded Liu Chunlai: MMP, this dog said that he had a lot of formalities, wouldn’t it be better to just start a meal?

So, a large enamel basin of firewood, a large bowl of chicken blood soup, a small bowl of fried chicken with two jingshu put into water, and an enamel cup with big red-wine letters filled with two jingshu stir-fried meat.

Two bottles of old white dried Jiangjin.

Six men...

"Come on, thank you for your hard work, let's go! I wish we can have chickens and drinks every day in the future." Liu Chunlai picked up the bowl.

"The landlord's wealth cannot be achieved even!" Zhang Erqiang widened his eyes, "I have to eat up the landlord's wealth!"

"Follow Uncle Chunlai, I'll probably be fine if I eat a cow all day!" Liu Zhiqiang is very confident in Liu Chunlai now.

He didn't say that when he came, the Eighth Zuzu had instructed him, staring at Liu Chunlai, and not bragging in the team, and ran away when he came out.

Of course, this is impossible to say in your life.

Even the Eighth Patriarch will not mention it when he goes back.

The old white dried Jiangjin is spicy in the mouth. On this hot day, it fell into her throat like a fire entering her stomach.

Erjingtou is already spicy, but as soon as it is in the mouth, the spicy taste spreads in the mouth, stimulating the entire taste buds.

The spicy pepper is different from the high-level liquor.

As I chewed, the spicy taste of the pepper further stimulated the mouth, and then clear snot flowed out without knowing it, and tears also rushed out.

On this hot day, sweat suddenly appeared.

How cool is it!

Under the stimulation of the peppers, sweat suddenly came out, and the whole body was filled with peace of mind, sweating profusely.

Comfortable.

"Dog said, it turns out that chicken can be so delicious!" Liu Jiuwa is quite knowledgeable, but he has never eaten this method.

"Yeah, this chicken is delicious! It tastes different from spicy chicken..." Zhang Changgui had to admire Liu Chunlai, who made money and roast chicken were delicious, "Chunlai, why don't you do this? If the conditions are better in the future, I will give me this meal every day?"

"You're afraid you're drunk!" Liu Zhiqiang was unhappy.

Damn, is Carpenter Zhang fighting against a local tyrant?

There was no porridge in their field, so he dared to ask for a chicken meal every day?

A big rooster, more than five pieces!

Liu Chun looked at him, "Brother Zhang, no problem. After the New Year, I promise that you will have a chicken meal every day. But, don't look for me at that time, and say you won't eat it..."

"Chunlai, have you drunk too much?" Liu Jiuwa reminded Liu Chunlai.

Haven't taken a few sips yet.

He wanted to ask Liu Chunlai if he wanted peanuts.

If you drink some peanuts, you shouldn't be too ridiculous.

"Is this generation too messy? Do you call Chunlai a brother, Chunlai a master a brother? Let's call Zhiqiang a brother, Zhiqiang a brother, and Zhiqiang a man also called Uncle Chunlai..." Li Hongbing was a little messy.

Zhang Erqiang, who was flying with tears and tears, was always fighting with the chicken and meat on the table. He didn't have the heart to pay attention to this, "Eat food, let's drink less!"
To be continued...