happy life of stars

"Why am I so stupid? You charge double for head massages, but my technique is better than yours. Triple charges are very reasonable."

"You..." Zhang Zifeng was speechless. Although he was dissatisfied, it seemed that what he said made sense, so he had to admit it.

Just as they continued to prepare for the boxing game, Huang Lei said: "Qin Shu, stop playing, go and build a fire, and make iron-barrel roasted chicken later."

"Okay, how do we do it?"

"You want to get a bamboo this long." Huang Lei gestured the length with his hands, about 50 centimeters.

Qin Shu nodded, and Huang Lei continued: "Later, the chicken will be skewered on the bamboo, covered with soil, covered with an iron bucket, and finally covered with soil to seal the bottom of the iron bucket, and baked around the fire for about 20 minutes.  … ……understand?"

"Understood, I understand." Qin Shu understood, that is, he put the chicken in an iron bucket, and the iron bucket was roasted with firewood, and the soil was used to seal and keep it warm.

Zhang Zifeng's face was dull and cute, and he didn't understand what it meant.

Seeing his cute appearance, Huang Lei smiled slightly, without explaining, and said, "Qin Shu, take your sister to do it."

"No, I'll do it myself." Qin Shu refused, 'disgusting' her getting in the way.

"Hmph." Zhang Zifeng hummed softly, feeling unhappy.

Qin Shu smiled and said: "Just kidding, more people will work harder, let's go."

Zhang Zifeng smiled like a 'follower' and followed Qin Shu.

Qin Shu went to the tool room to get a hatchet, went to the bamboo forest and cut a small bamboo. After removing the branches and leaves, only the middle part was needed.

"Zifeng, take it back." He asked Zhang Zifeng to take it, otherwise she would just be on the sidelines and stare, without any sense of participation.

"Okay." Zhang Zifeng actively picked up the bamboo pole, and the two returned to the mushroom house.

"Do I need to use a chainsaw?" Zhang Zifeng also knew that the bamboo pole was too long to be used, so he needed to cut it off.

"No need." Qin Shu took the bamboo pole, gestured about its length, raised the hatchet and chopped it down hard, breaking it in two.

"Excellent." Zhang Zifeng gave a thumbs up.

"Small idea.... Let's move the bricks and soil." Qin Shu turned around and pushed the flatbed truck to transport things, Zhang Zifeng followed and helped him put the bricks on it.

Qin Shu dug the soil and put it on, and then went to move the bricks. After pulling both of them at once, they dumped them in the small courtyard.

Stacking is simpler, lay the bricks, clamp the bamboo poles, wait for the chickens to put them on, and then cover them with iron buckets and soil.

That's it.

"Mr. Huang, is that so?" Qin Shu said.

"Yes, that's it, it's done very well." Huang Lei praised.

Qin Shu joked: "It's all due to Zifeng, so I'll do it."

Zhang Zifeng was a little embarrassed, and smiled shyly. She took a piece of bamboo, moved a few bricks, and did nothing else.

Qin Shu turned his head and teased: "You're still laughing, can't you hear that what I said is ironic?"

Zhang Zifeng was embarrassed, and wanted to kick him lightly, 'from embarrassment to anger'.

Qin Shu's body shook, she kicked the air, laughed and walked towards the kitchen.

Chapter 290 Honey Sauce Chicken Turned into Black Charcoal Chicken

Huang Lei saw that he was teasing Zhang Zifeng, smiled slightly, gave him the seasoned chicken, and said, "Take it and skewer it on a bamboo pole, cover it with an iron bucket and bake for 20 minutes, and then stuff it for another 10 minutes."

"Okay." Qin Shu took the chicken and returned to the place where it was ready to be grilled.

Yang Zi, Zhang Yixuan, Peng Yuchang and He Jiong followed to watch the excitement.

Qin Shu picked up the chicken, and strung it upright on the bamboo pole from the buttocks, directly to the neck. The legs of the chicken were spread out in a figure-eight shape, and the two wings were also slightly spread. It has a white body and no hair. There is a saying It's not weird.

He Jiong lifted the iron bucket and buckled it upside down. He found that the height of the bamboo pole was too high to fit against the bottom of the bucket. There was a wide gap, and ashes would enter it and dirty the chicken when it was roasted.

"The bamboo pole is a bit too long, and I can't put it down."

Qin Shu picked up the iron bucket, looked at it, and saw that the chicken was already touching the soil, and said, "It's not that the bamboo pole is long, it's that the chicken is too long."

Huang Lei came over, "Is the chicken too long? Let me see." He waited and broke the chicken's legs with his hands, and said with a smile, "How about giving it a long leg?"

He broke the chicken's legs together to shorten the length, but he did it a little funny.

A chicken is strung from bottom to top on a bamboo pole and is suspended in the air, with its legs still sitting cross-legged, like an old monk in meditation. The picture is both funny and a little scary.

Everyone was happy, Huang Lei laughed and took the chicken to the kitchen to fix its legs with bamboo sticks, and then put it on the bamboo pole again.

Qin Shu re-covered some sand on the original mound to increase the height, then spread a layer of gold foil paper to prevent the chickens from falling and getting dirty, and finally covered the iron bucket.

It went smoothly, and once it was buckled to the bottom, the soil was covered again to seal the gap, and the firewood was started to roast.

A raging flame ignited.

"It must be very delicious. I have already imagined the scene when it will be opened in half an hour." Qin Shu stood beside him adding firewood.

"What kind of scene?" Yang Zi asked casually.

"The scene of the chicken coming out of the pot must be golden and crispy on the outside, and tender on the inside. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water."

Yang Zi smiled and said, "What if I get confused?"

"Impossible, how could it be possible for Mr. Huang to cook it himself! You are doubting Mr. Huang's cooking skills."

"I don't, don't put your hat on indiscriminately."

Huang Lei smiled slightly, and said, "Look carefully, don't get confused."

After finishing speaking, he turned and walked into the kitchen to continue cooking other dishes. He Jiong went to help, while Qin Shu, Peng Yuchang, Zhang Yixuan, Yang Zi and Zhang Zifeng continued to add firewood.

The flames outside the iron barrel hadn't been weakened, and as soon as they saw that the flames had a tendency to decrease, they immediately added more firewood, for fear that it would go out alive.

The sky was getting dark, and 10 minutes passed quickly, they stopped adding firewood, and let the fire surround the iron bucket to continue to suffocate for a while.

"Teacher Huang, is it okay?" Qin Shu called out loudly, wanting to open the barrel to have a look.

Huang Lei came over, "It should be fine."

Qin Shu used a shovel to shovel off the surrounding charcoal ash and soil. Huang Lei put on thick gloves and held the iron bucket, and lifted it up little by little. The honey-roasted chicken was about to appear in front of everyone.

Looking forward, looking forward.

The iron bucket was lifted completely, and the honey sauce chicken appeared in front of everyone.