After time travel, I pampered three villain sons

"The chickens in the restaurant are all bought from the people of Chenghui Chicken Farm. His chickens are not as good as your chickens."

Zhang Baiquan was still thinking about the taste of the roast chicken just now, it really made his mouth water.

"Different breeding methods have different chicken flavors."

Jiang Ning does not deny that the chickens in his own farm are good, but he does not belittle other people's breeding methods.

"In the future, this farm will grow bigger and bigger, and let Xiaoyao Chicken become a local specialty in Muhua Town. It will be more face-saving for anyone who visits relatives and friends to take it out!"

Jiang Ning has a big goal and looks forward to the future of the farm.

Zhang Baiquan nodded, ordered a batch of Xiaoyao Chicken with Jiang Ning, and ordered them to be shipped to Qifengju every day.

"Ah Ning, why don't you teach me another special dish, I'll make it with this Xiaoyao chicken, and I'll put it in the restaurant.

You also know that it would be a pity not to use such a good chicken to make a famous dish? "

Zhang Baiquan knows that Jiang Ning is proficient in cooking, so he must be fine.

"That's easy. I'll come over tomorrow and teach you how to make one. It's different from the past."

Jiang Ning thought, recently he was only busy with his own affairs, and he took the dividends from Qifengju, but didn't go to see it for a long time, it was a bit inappropriate.

Taking advantage of sending Xiaoyao chicken over this time, Qifengju can serve a new dish - Fugui Xiaoyao beggar's chicken.

Many people think that Beggar Chicken was invented by beggars, but in fact Beggar Chicken has a big background and is the fourth dish among the six famous imperial dishes.

When Jiang Ning was young, she often saw an uncle who liked to walk around the streets and carts selling beggar chicken. As long as he appeared, their family would definitely eat beggar chicken that night.

When Jiang Ning grew up, he went to the fields of his grandmother's house to make kiln chicken with his cousins. He even showed his skills and made a beggar chicken. The taste was very beautiful.

"Okay, they will be happy when you come. Then I'll go back first."

After the matter was settled, Zhang Baiquan was leaving too. He was afraid of staying longer, and he wanted to stay here.

Jiang Ning picked up two chickens and went back, petting the two dogs guarding the gate of the farm as he left.

"Dahei, rhubarb! Take a good look at the house! I will bring you delicious food next time!"

"Wangwang!"

"Wangwang!"

When Dahei Dahuang heard his master calling his name, he happily responded a few times, sticking out his tongue and circling non-stop.

Jiang Ning arrived home with two chickens and looked at the sun. The children still had an hour before school.

"Axu, go dig some yellow mud and come back."

"Yes, ma'am."

Yuxu went to the foot of the back mountain and dug some yellow soil for Jiang Ning to cook.

The hairless Xiaoyao chicken is marinated with Jiang Ning and soy sauce cooking wine, and then poured with a little high-strength white wine. The beggar chicken produced in this way will not have the earthy smell of earth, but has its own aroma of wine. .

The chicken belly is not empty either. Chopped bacon, sausages, shiitake mushrooms, black fungus and chestnuts are all fried and put into the chicken belly.

The lotus leaves needed have already been soaked soft, wrapped in two thick layers of lotus leaves, and then wrapped tightly with rope, and the reconciled yellow mud is being applied to the lotus leaves.

At this time, the three children came back from school.

As soon as Sanbao entered the door, he saw Jiang Ning and Axu covering the things in their hands with mud, so he asked curiously.

"Mom, why are you playing with mud?"

Dabao and Erbao also came in and wanted to know after seeing this scene.

"Mother is not playing with mud, she is making the dishes to eat tonight."

When Sanbao heard that he was cooking, he was surprised, why this mud can cook?

Jiang Jiayan knew immediately when he heard it. He had seen it in a book, and there was indeed a famous dish made of clay.

"Mother, is it a beggar chicken?"

When Jiang Ning heard Erbao's question, he knew that he understood, so he nodded: "Yes!"

"Beggar chicken, was it invented by beggars?"

Sanbao spoke cute words, and when he heard Beggar Chicken, he immediately thought of Beggar.

Jiang Jiayan went over and touched Sanbao's head, and patiently explained to him the origin of Beggar Chicken.

Jiang Jiaming went to Jiang Ning's side and asked Jiang Ning if he needed help.

Jiang Ning pointed to the newly built bread kiln in the yard and asked Jiang Jiaming to light the fire.

"It's a bit long to be a beggar's chicken, and my mother wasted a little time talking about business today. If you are hungry, eat some snacks first, and we will have dinner later."

The three little ones nodded, expressing their understanding.

The fire was lit, and the beggar chicken machine wrapped in yellow mud had been put into the kiln to roast.

In the kitchen, the white rice has been steamed, and the pork ribs and lotus root soup is also simmering slowly, with smoke rising from the cooking.

The three little ones are playing in the courtyard, the three treasures are playing with two fat rabbits, the second treasure is chopping firewood to practice their arm strength, and the big treasure is learning woodcarving from Yu Zhao, and occasionally goes to watch the fire.

Jiang Ning lay on the imperial concubine chair, closed his eyes and meditated.

Firewood was burning in the bread kiln, making crackling noises; Sanbao teased the rabbit non-stop; Erbao's sound of chopping firewood didn't affect Jiang Ning at all, but it made Jiang Ning dream like a sleep aid.

In the dream, she returned to the modern day when she was a child. She was playing in the yard of her grandparents in the countryside. The rice cooked by firewood smelled so good...

"Ma'am, ma'am?"

Seeing Jiang Ning getting more and more sleepy, Yu Xu's heart ached from the days of exhaustion.

Jiang Ning woke up leisurely: "I slept for a long time?"

Yu Xu nodded: "Madam has been lying down for almost half an hour."

The children didn't dare to disturb Jiang Ning, so they went to the room and took a small mattress to cover Jiang Ning.

Although it is May day, the countryside at night is still very cool.

"If Ma'am is sleepy, go to bed after eating."

Yuxu was afraid that the more Jiang Ning slept, the sleepier he would be, and he would get sick easily.

Jiang Ning nodded, washed his face to wake up, and used a shovel to get the beggar chicken out of the bread kiln.

The dinner table has been set, and everyone onlookers watched two freshly baked soil clods, and used a small wooden stick to break the yellow mud open, revealing the lotus leaves inside.

Open the lotus leaf, and a golden beggar chicken appears in front of everyone.

"It smells so good, it looks like the smell of wine!"

Jiang Jiaming smelled it right away, but it was obvious that Jiang Jiale's nose seemed to be more sensitive.

"Not only does it smell like wine, but it also smells like sausages, mushrooms, fungus and chestnuts! Isn't that right, mother?"

Sanbao looked confident.

"Yes yes yes! Sanbao's nose is really good!"

The aroma of wine, lotus leaf and thick chicken wafted through the nostrils. Everyone who had eaten some snacks suddenly felt their stomachs were empty again.

The chicken is tender and juicy, the meat is soft and easy to tear, and the chicken legs can be pulled out at once.

"Mom, here you are!"

Jiang Jiayan tore off a big chicken leg and handed it to Jiang Ning.

Accompanied by the rice made from the rice grown at home, the beggar chicken and the full-grained rice were fused together, and everyone present was intoxicated.

Coupled with a bowl of fragrant, crunchy lotus root, everyone can't talk about it, and concentrate on eating hard.

After eating and drinking enough, Jiang Ning became more sleepy, and ordered Yuxu to boil a bucket of hot water quickly, and she had to wash and rest quickly.

"Ma'am, are you feeling unwell?"

Yu Xu is careful, and always feels that something is wrong with Jiang Ning.

"It's okay, I'm just too busy recently."

Jiang Ning waved his hands indifferently, lay down on the bed contentedly after taking a shower, and fell asleep drowsily.