Chapter 761

Lighting the fruit wood, without a fireplace, Feng Qingge can only hang the duck above the flame. The temperature is not enough, so she can only adjust her own natal flame. After roasting like this, she gradually mastered the skills, and the temperature is too high or too low. , the temperature is high in the early stage, the roast duck will be zoomed, and the firepower in the later stage is insufficient, and the meat inside cannot be cooked. During the roasting process, it is necessary to keep rolling so that the roast duck is evenly heated. But now Feng Qingge doesn't need to think about this at all. The flames of her life wrap the roast duck, and she controls the temperature. This duck can just lie down and enjoy the sun.

Seeing that the roast duck turned into an attractive golden yellow, the skin on the surface began to glow with oil. During the whole process, Feng Qingge only brushed the oil a few times. If it is placed in the Imperial Capital, such roast duck is almost unnecessary. Roast duck wants to be 70% fat and 30% thin, too chai is easy to jam, and too fat is difficult to swallow. However, the wild duck caught by Ruo Shui, although fat and thin, was not enough oil and water, and there was not much fat roasted from the meat. If it is placed in the imperial capital, all the ducks are filled out, and when they are roasted, their own oil will flow out, and they can be completely cooked.

After roasting the duck, it is a piece of duck. If the master has a good technique, he will completely separate the duck skin from the duck meat, and there will be no duck meat with skin. The duck skin around the neck is generally eaten without being wrapped in lotus leaf cake, but dipped in sugar. The skin in this place is too oily, and it is too greasy to eat. Adding a little sugar will make it taste much better.

He took off the roasted duck and placed it on the chopping board. Feng Qingge took out the fiery red Tianquan knife from the Xuanji knife. As soon as he held the handle of the knife, the steam in his hand immediately moved upwards. The temperature of the knife still remained on the top, and the knife fell and cut randomly on the roast duck skin. The skin on the neck seemed to fall off on its own initiative, trembled slightly, and slid downwards.

The red light of the knife fluttered, and at the moment when the first piece of duck skin fell, Feng Qingge had already withdrawn the Tianquan sword, and with a light tap with his left hand, the good piece of duck skin had already landed on the plate. The difference was that, The skin on the neck of the duck was placed separately in a small dish. Slicing duck is also a technical job, requiring the chef to slice a whole duck within the specified time, a total of 108 slices.

But this is very simple for Feng Qingge. Lift the Tianquan knife and drop it down, and cut it out along the duck's muscles. Each piece is so even, but in the blink of an eye, only the duck frame is left after the roasted duck. The meat was cut and placed on a plate. Roast duck is eaten hot.

Feng Qingge didn't have time to prepare a few more ducks. She quickly mixed the flour and baked the pan with firewood. She brushed a layer of oil on the pan with her left hand, and grabbed a ball of the reconciled flour with her right hand. When the pan is melted, a natural circle appears, and the thin pancake is complete. It doesn't take much time. Just when the flour is just right, the pan is lifted and it falls on the plate.

In just one minute, the dozens of cakes were ready and placed on the table that Ruo Shui temporarily found along with the roast duck. The faint fragrance reverberated. There was nothing too stunning and gorgeous, but it was comfortable. The layout is impressive, and it looks very beautiful.

This was just done according to Huaxia's method. Feng Qingge didn't think too much about it, but this meal didn't seem so satisfying. The old demon cat smelled the duck with some disgust, and said with a wave of his little tail: "Generally speaking, you have offended the recipe recently? The things you make look unpalatable."

"Try it, the dishes in my hometown are just today, I want to make them. Someone once told me that I should share the most memorable meals with my parents." The corner of his mouth ticked upwards, and Feng Qingge picked up a Zhang pancake, sandwiched with cucumber and green onions, dipped it in the seasoning sauce, put it in the pancake, picked up a piece of duck meat and put it inside, followed by a roll, like dried tofu, was folded under her little hands In the past, it looked very refined.

It's just that when the duck meat reached Mu Cangyun's eyes, he couldn't help laughing. He took it over helplessly and asked subconsciously, "What's the way to eat it? The roast duck in Yun Guozhong is not like this."

"Hmm...Try it." Feng Qingge didn't answer directly, she blinked at Mu Cangyun in front of her.

"Then... can I not eat this green onion?" Especially the raw green onion, the smell really made him uncomfortable. Mu Cangyun didn't like to eat such irritating things.

Looking at Feng Xingtian, Feng Qingge raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Dad, eat and see, how do you feel?"

"...Not poisoned, right?" Feng Xingtian sighed, but he wrapped the duck meat very directly, shoved it into his mouth, and was about to swallow it, but the smell...it seemed like something was clasping it. My own heart, itchy, indescribable feeling. The delicate duck meat is just right, and the mouthfeel is very good. With the scallions and the sweet sauce, it has a unique flavor.

It's like... It's like home cooking at home, although it's not as gorgeous and delicious as the outside, but it's very warm. And... pick up the duck skin and dip it in the sugar, Feng Xing naively did not expect that the greasy duck skin, which is usually not eaten at all, can be baked so crisply, and it does not feel greasy with the sugar. It's another taste.

It's delicious, it's hard to express the taste.

Ruoshui imitated Feng Qingge's appearance, but he couldn't put on such a good-looking appearance, looking at the thing in his hand that seemed to be ravaged and ravaged, and stuffed it directly into the mouth of the old demon cat.

Feng Qingge chuckled, wrapped a piece for Ruoshui, dragged his chin with both hands, looked at Feng Xingtian in front of him, and said with a soft laugh, "How do you feel, Dad?"

"Well, it's delicious." Feng Xingtian nodded again and again, but he couldn't tell where it was delicious.

"It's delicious, that's enough." With a soft smile, Feng Qingge straightened up, looked at the wild duck that was still flying, her voice softened, and said with a smile, "Before, I was just like you, Dad, I thought that if I died like this, I could still meet the people I wanted to meet. However, there was only a bowl of rice porridge, which dispelled my thoughts of suicide. At that time, I realized that there are still things that can be so delicious. , not as hollow as before."

Subconsciously reaching out and placing his hand on his chest, Feng Qingge turned to look at the person behind him, and said with a soft laugh, "So Dad, I want to have a father who is very good at cooking. Before I come back, you have to work hard to become Chef, in exchange, if the food is satisfactory to me, I will let you out, how about that?"

"Tsk, it's the first time I heard something like this..." Feng Xingtian smiled slightly, put his hand in front of him, and nodded, "Okay, Dad promises you."

"Think about me and my mother all the time, I will do my best to bring my mother out." The palm fell on Feng Xingtian's big hand, Feng Qingge put the recipe in his hand, her eyes like a full moon closed slightly, "Alright, here, wait for me to come over safely."

"Well, I'll wait for you." Feng Xingtian didn't say much, the recipe was handed over to him, and he could use all the ingredients in it, and... all in the way of medicine. He has lost all star power now, just like an ordinary person, but he can use the method of medicated diet to recuperate his body and practice again.