Shiji Starts from the Beginning of the Month

Jiang Xia saw it but didn't say it, she just shook her head.

"I don't see any ingredients here. If there are no ingredients, I can't make anything decent."

Hearing Jiang Xia's words, Kwata Kiyoji thought that Jiang Xia was afraid and didn't dare to use these ordinary tools for cooking, so he said it quickly.

"Ingredients are everywhere on this mountain. We originally wanted to get them from the mountain. Xiaoyong, go and grab some food."

Kwata Seiji hurriedly ordered the silent boy beside him, for fear that Jiang Xia would give any reason for his refusal.

People always have the psychology of watching others make a fool of themselves, which is not to say that Seiji Kuwata has any bad intentions.

If you have to make an analogy, it’s like, the neighbor’s aunt ran to your house and asked, oh, how many points did your child score in the exam today.

Then your parents say a score, and then those aunts will say, alas, this kind of education is not good, what will happen to the child.

Then they showed their children's grades, and then said, let me teach you how to do it, blah blah blah.

Don't say it, speaking of it this way, Kuata Seiji's actions really have a bit of this flavor.

And the silent boy named Xiaoyong rushed out the moment he heard the order, very fast.

Judging by his physical fitness and movements, he just went up the mountain, obviously to accommodate Kuwa and Jiang Xia, so he deliberately slowed down his pace.

"This kid can eat well on this mountain, but he can't spend his whole life on this mountain, alas."

Seeing that Jiang Xia seemed to be very interested in Xiaoyong, Kuata Kiyoji sighed and said that this time he is not Versailles, but is really worried about the future of his nephew.

Other teenagers of the same age are either studying in ordinary high schools, planning to find a good job in the society in the future, or entering some vocational skills schools to learn special means of earning a living.

Just like Teruji Kuga, who is about to join the ranks of chefs.

These two roads, no matter which one they are, seem to be very good in Kuata Seiji's eyes.

But unfortunately, my nephew couldn't go down the two paths, because he was too silent, and he didn't even talk to others at all.

Do you want to be like yourself in the future, serving as a guide for others to make a living?That won't work.

Kuata Seiji himself has no heirs, so he still hopes that this nephew can live a good life in the future, just like Hisaga Teruki.

Not too long passed, Xiaoyong ran back, and this time, he had a pair of pheasants in his hands.

The pheasant and the chicken look different, it does not mean the chicken on the mountain, but it looks more like a pigeon from a distance.

Its beak is very sharp, the muscle tissue under its wings is extremely developed, and it has a certain ability to fly at low altitudes, which makes its meat elastic and delicious.

"How about it, Mr. Jiang Xia, we have the ingredients too, show us your hand."

Kuata Seiji looked at Jiang Xia and urged that he couldn't carry too many things up the mountain, not even a pot, what else could these exquisite chefs do without a pot.

Kwata Seiji is waiting for Jiang Xia to give an answer that is no good, and then he can show the cooking skills of the people who have been active on the mountain all year round in front of everyone.

Unexpectedly, what Jiang Xia said was not to refuse, but to accept the two pheasants from Xiaoyong.

"That's fine."

Chef, in China, is a profession that existed a long time ago. At that time, there were no pots and pans.

However, even so, the Huaxia people still researched a variety of dishes with excellent taste through various earth methods.

If Jiang Xia would be troubled by two pheasants, it would be too embarrassing for the Huaxia people.

Jiu I Zhaoji also came to be interested. According to his knowledge, Chinese people can cook a lot of dishes without using a pot.

The one that uses chicken as the main ingredient is more famous. For a long time, I only know beggar chicken. This is a cooking method that wraps chicken in soil and smoldering.

However, beggar chicken uses domestic chicken with fatter meat, and it needs special yellow clay with good heat transfer and not easy to break.

If the pheasant is used, the original taste will be lost, because the pheasant is not easy to produce oil, and it will not be too delicious if it is wrapped in mud.

What Jiang Xia wants to do is naturally not beggar chicken, but a cooking method that is very suitable for pheasant, hanging roast.

The ancient method of hanging roast chicken is a cooking method that is very close to nature in Chinese cuisine.

First of all, a container that can gather heat needs to be made. On this big mountain, there are potholes everywhere.

Jiang Xia has checked the soil quality here, and it is a type of soil with very poor thermal conductivity, which is almost a natural heat-accumulating container.

Finding a pit of suitable size, Jiang Xia set fire to it directly, and then found a rock to seal the pit, leaving only a gas outlet.

Kwata Seiji couldn't understand what Jiang Xia was doing. If it was him who did it, it would probably be to find a wooden stick to pierce the chicken and set it on fire.

Delicious and healthy.

This method is really good for wilderness adventurers who are looking for speed and efficiency.

However, the firepower of the open fire on the mountain is uncontrollable. Basically, the roasted chicken is raw and cooked in one piece. If you want to cook it all, some places will be burnt.

The same is true for grilled fish in the wild.

Therefore, if you want to pursue the ultimate taste of cooking, you cannot use open flames first.

The step that Jiang Xia is doing now is to heat up the inside of the pit, let the temperature reach a relatively stable limit, and act as an oven.

The pheasant was bled, haired, and visceral removed. Jiang Xia finished it very quickly, and a pheasant was washed clean very quickly.

However, to his surprise, Xiaoyong, who started almost at the same time as him, also quickly finished handling the other chicken.

This kid is fast.

Chapter 94

"By the way, Xiaoyong, can you help me find some pine bark?"

Jiang Xia said to Xiaoyong who sat motionless on the side after finishing the processing of ingredients.

"Ah."

The boy just uttered a word, then ran out quickly, and then came back with a handful of pine skins.

He put the pine bark in front of Jiang Xia, and then sat on the side in a daze, as if everything outside had nothing to do with him.

This kid has a completely different personality from Jiuwo, one seems to have endless things to say, while the other is too much to say a word.

There is a reason why Jiangxia needs pine bark.

In the wild, there is nothing for seasoning, and the only thing I bring with me is some coarse salt.

Pine bark is a very good material. There is a faint fragrance in the gas burned from the bark, which is the taste of rosin.

Everything was well prepared, Jiang Xia pushed away the stone that had previously covered the pit, and a huge heat wave gushed out of the pit immediately. At this time, the fire inside was already very small, and open flames could hardly be seen.

Jiang Xia dropped the pine bark, and the last trace of flame was completely extinguished.

Tie the chicken head with a rope and hang it in the middle of the pit, and Jiang Xia covered it with stones.

"There's about half an hour to go!"

Jiang Xia said to Kwata Seiji, who was already in the fog.

Cooking is like this. No matter what you do, if you want to eat delicious food, time is essential. If you want delicious food, you must wait patiently.

As time passed, a very nice smell of chicken overflowed from the pit, and there was also a faint rosin in this smell.

Kwata Seiji and Xiaoyong, who almost grew up in the mountains, have sharp noses and immediately noticed this smell.

If you want to say, in this world, what smell can most arouse the hunger of diners, it must be the smell of barbecue.

This smell mixed with the aroma of animal fat will promote the cells lining the mouth to secrete more saliva.

At the same time, it will also give a signal to the taste nerve, so that the cerebral cortex can recall the delicious barbecue that has been eaten before.

The restaurants that cook roast ducks like to put the roast duck machines outside, which is the same reason.

And Jiangxia mixed rosin in it, which further increased the taste of this taste. Moreover, the top temperature control of Huaxia cuisine allowed this pheasant to be cooked to the right level, and the fragrance was released to the greatest extent.

"This taste, Mr. Jiang Xia, but, can I eat it?"

Kwata Seiji wanted to take out the pheasant that Jiang Xia put in from the pit almost as soon as he smelled it, but Jiang Xia didn't open his mouth, he still suppressed his movements and couldn't wait to ask.

Although Xiaoyong didn't speak, it can be seen from his eyes that he is also looking forward to Jiang Xia's cooking.

Compared with these two people, Jiu's performance is much better. After all, he is also someone who has seen big scenes, so he must hurry up and grab a chicken leg later.

"All right."

After counting the time, Jiang Xia pushed away the stone covering the pit, and the aroma of roasted pheasant that was dozens of times stronger than before gushed out instantly.

Sprinkle a little kosher salt for the final seasoning, and this ancient hanging roast pheasant is complete.

Four chicken legs, exactly one for each person.

Kwata Seiji excitedly took the cooked pheasant from Jiang Xia's hand, grabbed it with his hands and started to eat it.

"Oh, Teacher Jiang Xia, it's because I don't know Taishan, you chicken, it's so delicious!"

Kwata Seiji said while eating, without the slightest bit of embarrassment. People in the village have no burden to admit mistakes.

It's not like some celebrities who made a mistake and didn't want to apologize, but hurriedly found public relations to wash it off and create excuses for themselves.

"The skin is crispy and the meat is crispy, and there is a faint rosin in it. Using such conditions to make this taste, it really is Senior Jiang Xia."

This is Kuga Teruki's review.

"Ah."

This is Xiaoyong, he perfectly interprets what is called, any emotion can be summed up in one word.

Two pheasants are not many, and four men ate them up quickly.

At this time, half of the sun has sunk below the horizon, and the sky is gradually dimming.

Xiaoyong rushed out again, and this time he brought back a lot of fruit, eating those two pheasants alone was definitely not enough, and it was just enough to make up for it with fruit.

Although this silent boy doesn't talk much, he is indeed very reliable and sensible.

It's not like the Jiuga Zhaoji next to me, who stretched out his stomach when he was full, and lay on the ground directly.

Sure enough, things like children are better from other people's homes. The more you look at them, the more you like them. As for your own, forget it, don't mention it.

Early the next morning, after waking up from the tent, everyone continued to climb towards their goal.

I have already traveled half the distance before, so there is not much left, and soon, I came to the cave I described for a long time.

"At that time, Master Ishikawa must have come to this cave to find something."