Chapter 69

Live chicken, Gu Zheng brought a live chicken to the food competition?

Today, the food originally agreed for the competition was duck blood vermicelli soup. Later, the ingredients were changed after the extra match. It was strange for Gu Zheng to bring eggs, but eggs are easy to say. After all, they don't occupy a place, but this chicken, which is still alive, gives a strange feeling to the race.

No one knows. Why do you bring a live chicken to the game of duck blood vermicelli soup.

"I was going to make this soup for my friends after the game. Thank them for their help, so I took it!"

Rao shigu had a thick skin. He blushed and couldn't stand looking at the strange eyes of the people. He quickly explained that the people suddenly changed, but Du Yang and they looked a little strange.

Since you went out, you didn't mention that you were going to treat us today, and you didn't say that you would cook this chicken for us. Who would you cheat? But since you said, you can't spare you today. When you go back, you must cook us a delicious meal. They can't get tired of eating the delicious food made by Gu Zheng.

Live chickens need to be killed now. In ancient times, killing chickens was not in front of everyone. After all, it was a bloody thing.

The processed chicken is put into the pressure cooker by Gu Zheng, and the fresh chicken blood is temporarily put in a ceramic bowl. The chicken blood soup is different from the duck blood soup, because Gu Zheng uses ordinary ingredients, and the chicken blood can be cooked together in the soup for a while.

Gu Zheng's hand holding the pressure cooker suddenly moved, and a strong fragrance slowly penetrated from the pot. Everyone at the scene couldn't help sniffing.

This strong smell is much stronger than the smell exuded by Gu Zheng's boiled ducks. Now it's almost noon. Many people scream when they smell the smell.

"Is this the smell of chicken soup?"

Gao asked in surprise. Before Gu Zheng cooked the duck for a short time, there was a smell, but the people at the meeting didn't know that the smell came from him, so they didn't ask carefully. At this time, these judges looked at Gu Zheng. Most of them were gourmets, but they really couldn't think of what kind of chicken could cook such a strong smell in the pot.

"My chicken has different varieties. It can't be raised by ordinary methods. It needs special means. It's unique in the market!"

Gu Zheng explained that his chicken is a fairy chicken, which can only grow in the wasteland. It really can't be raised by ordinary methods. It's right to say that special means. He uses fairy power to ripen the chicken, and no one except him can.

As for the unique chicken in the market, let alone that it can't be bought by others at all, unless he can go back and forth freely to the wasteland fairyland, or an immortal tool made in a wasteland space like Gu Zheng.

Ten minutes later, Gu Zheng opened the lid of the high-pressure cooker. The strong smell could no longer be controlled and spread out. Everyone, including the judges, couldn't help standing up and leaning forward to smell the attractive smell.

Everyone, including Gao Lao, has the same idea. What is this smell? Why is it so fragrant? This is a fragrance they have never smelled in their life. Although it is strong, it has no sense of greasiness. Even people who are not hungry smell this strong fragrance, and now their stomachs begin to cry.

Cooking chicken soup is only the first step of chicken blood soup. Gu Zheng prepares a small pot, puts the ingredients into the pot first, and then puts the thick soup of the pressure cooker into a part of the small pot.

When the pot opened fire, Gu Zheng held the ignition switch in one hand and the pot in the other, and Xianli was released unnaturally.

The cooking skills taught to him by tiexian are basically printed in his mind once. He can do it in the whole process as long as he recalls. In fact, it is the real cooking of tiexian chicken blood soup from now on. It was all preparatory work before.

For soup food, the heat is very important. Gu Zheng can't release Xianli freely. You must hold the ignition switch to control the heat with Xianli.

The soup in the pot also needs Xianli to reconcile. Gu Zheng always holds the soup pot with his other hand and shakes it gently.

"Look, what's that?"

A judge suddenly screamed, and everyone stared again. The small pot of Gu Zheng didn't cover the pot. They saw that a layer of white fog gradually rose over the small pot. This layer of white fog didn't dissipate, but condensed on it. A thick fog was only over the mouth of the pot, which was very strange.

"Jixiang Huaxing, it's Jixiang Huaxing!"

Gao Lao suddenly shouted excitedly. He left the jury directly and took a few steps forward. He wanted to go to the front of Gu Zheng, and finally stopped at the first three steps of Gu Zheng.

His body trembled slightly and his face was tangled. He really wanted to get close to see it, but he was afraid that it would affect Gu Zheng.

"Gao Lao, what is extremely fragrant shape!"

A younger judge also came out and asked in front of Mr. Gao curiously. Others also looked at Mr. Gao. There were two judges with shocked faces and unbelievable faces.

"Go back and say!"

Old Gao took a long breath, tried to control his emotions and walked back to his position. All his mind was already making chicken blood soup. This was the first time he made chicken blood soup with tiexian cooking. He had to concentrate.

"Jixiang Huaxing is a legend that has disappeared for a long time. It is said that when the taste of food reaches the extreme, the flavor can be transformed, and even change the appearance of the food itself. Only a real kitchen god can make such food. The earliest recorded Jixiang Huaxing is our ancestor, Yiya!"

Gao Lao said slowly. Gao Lao used to be a cook. He is a professional in the culinary industry. He knows more about the culinary industry than a pure food critic.

Yi Ya, one of the ancestors of the chef world, was born in the state of Qi in the spring and Autumn period. It is said that he was the best at seasoning. The dishes he made with seasonings had a very strong flavor. As long as he cooked, people around him would come out and smell the smell of his cooking, that is to say, the smell of his cooking could float out ten miles away.

Just float out for ten miles. When Yiya cooks the most, the aroma will condense into fog, forming but not dispersing. Once, when he cooked venison, the fog actually formed a deer, running happily over the pot. This is the origin of the extremely fragrant shape.

Although the chicken soup made by Gu Zheng didn't turn into a chicken, the thick fog had been formed. Coupled with the strong fragrance, Gao Lao recognized the extremely fragrant shape. He certainly didn't think of it before, and this was the first time he saw someone cook like this. Before, he always thought it was an exaggerated legend.

The thick fog is still floating over the effect, quietly floating, and bursts of strong fragrance are constantly scattered from the pot.

"It smells good. Where did it come from?"

"I don't know. It seems to be in front. Go and have a look!"

"So fragrant, what's the smell?"

"I don't know. I can't smell it. It's so fragrant. No matter what you do, you should try it to see if there are any new restaurants nearby?"

Outside the duck blood vermicelli soup store, many pedestrians stopped and stretched their necks to smell the fragrance floating out of the air. Not only at the door of the store, but also at a distance of 100 meters, 300 meters, 500 meters, and even a kilometer away, some people stretched their necks. The more they went out, the lighter they became, but the fragrance really existed.

Gu Zheng didn't make the fragrance float for ten miles, but there are still two miles. Moreover, this is a strong fragrance without a trace of greasiness. Unlike some foods that use some strong oil to spread the fragrance outward, that fragrance is fragrant, but it will also cause people's nausea.