MTL - I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs-Chapter 67 bring out a glutton

  Chapter 67 leads to a glutton

   Then, two chefs were seen setting up the hanging stove.

  One of the chefs took care of the ducks on the spot, and the movements were smooth and smooth.

  He did not open the duck, but only opened a small hole in the duck, took out the internal organs, then poured boiling water into the duck's stomach, then tied the small hole and hung it on the fire to roast.

  In this way, the duck will not lose water due to roasting, and the skin of the duck will not be softened by roasting. The roasted duck skin is very thin and crisp, which becomes the most delicious part of the roast duck.

  The hanging furnace has a furnace hole but no furnace door. It uses jujube wood as fuel and uses an open flame. When jujube wood is fired, there is no smoke, the primer is strong, and the burning time is long. Gradually, the appearance of the duck becomes plump, and the color is maroon. At first glance, the skin is crispy, the outside is burnt and the inside is tender, and it has a fragrance of fruit wood.

   There were saliva swallowing sounds one after another in the crowd.

   This is the practice of modern Beijing Quanjude Roast Duck. Hanging oven roast duck is also the key to make Quanjude surpass Bianyifang and become Beijing's state banquet delicacy.

  The other chef didn't stop. He prepared the sauce, cut the melon strips and green onions on the spot, and each one was even, showing neat knife skills. Thin spring pancakes were also made and placed in a small cage.

  The whole process took about two quarters of an hour.

  The roast duck comes out of the oven, and the chef cuts out slices on the spot and arranges them in beautiful patterns.

  Placement is also very important.

  Yam played the role of a fan at the right time, "Wow, is this the legendary finale—roast duck? I, I, I, I feel that everything is worth it if I can take a bite."

  People stared at the cook.

  The chef is waiting for instructions from the shopkeeper.

"That's right," Feng Zhenye's voice sounded at the right time, "This is the Beijing-style roast duck that Quanjufang specializes in. Our duck tastes herbal medicine and walks every day. It is more delicious than ordinary ducks. Adding the method of hanging the stove is the icing on the cake Today, this one is free for everyone to taste, and it is even more delicious with spring pancakes, melon sticks, shredded green onions. High-end hanging oven roast duck, a must-have delicacy for weddings, birthday banquets, and student banquets, you deserve it."

  The chef gave it to everyone present.

   When he got to Zhe Yu's side, Zhe Yu didn't move. Although he thought it tasted good, he wasn't used to eating in public.

   It was Baicaoshi, who tore a thin cake, spread the sauce evenly, arranged the melon strips and green onions, sandwiched two slices of roast duck, rolled them up, and handed them to the noble young master.

  Everyone suddenly realized that roast duck is so delicious. Everyone took pictures of cats and tigers, and ate happily.

   "No, here you are."

   This kind of treatment is no one else.

  Feng Zhenye watched from the front, this Baixianggong was born with the blessing of several lifetimes to marry such a capable little wife. Tsk tsk, there is nothing but envy.

  The corner of Zhe Yu's mouth couldn't help running up, and just as he was about to pick it up, he heard a voice say, "Don't eat it if you don't want to, it's a waste of delicious food."

   Win food with bare hands!

   Bite it down with a click, and a little sauce stood on the corner of the old man's mouth, "It's delicious, it's delicious!"

  No blame, no dissatisfaction, Baicaoshi was even very happy, and smiled and called out, "Ex...Senior."

  The green-headed man glanced at Baicaoshi with distaste, and said in a low voice, "Tomboy, you're so ugly! Next time you try to disguise yourself, remember to dress up your husband. People with discerning eyes will recognize you when they see him."

  Baicao Poetry: "..."

  It's too heart-wrenching, is there any?

  Zhe Yu put his hands behind his back, raised his chin, and spit out two words. "Not ugly!"

   "What?" Baicaoshi was stunned for a moment, hey, is he defending her? The green-headed man said she was ugly, and Zhe Yu was not happy.

  God, this exiled immortal can tell the difference between beauty and ugliness, what an anecdote.

  (end of this chapter)