The fat old man was holding a pheasant, and the position of the barbecue was too close to the flame, and the flip speed was slow.

You must know that grilling food with fire is completely different from barbecue stalls, which use specially made barbecue carbon, which is easy to ignite, evenly fired, and most importantly, no smoke.

But what about the firewood, the fire is uneven, the smoke is very heavy, these smoke is not burned clean charcoal ash, will rise in the flames, adhere to the chicken skin, so after a while, the pheasant in the old man's hand was burned black, this is not paste, but the surface is covered with a layer of charcoal ash, eating not only affects the taste, but also will be bitter.

Although the old man smeared a little oil from time to time, it couldn't change the situation that the charcoal ash was getting thicker and thicker.

Grilling meat with wood is a difficult job, and the masters of the barbecue stall may not be able to do it well, and the old man is even worse.

This is also an understandable thing, what is the identity of this old man, his time is extremely precious, where will he cook and eat by himself?

His cooking skills are naturally not flattering, not to mention the difficulty of firewood barbecue.

"This is a tyrannical thing!"

As a foodie, uh, no, as a food lover who has studied food, Yi Yun feels that he can't bear it.

Seeing that the old man finished roasting the chicken, sprinkled it with various spices, and then gave the blackened roast chicken to Lin Xintong as if offering treasure.

Yi Yun felt that there was no place to put his mouth at all!

But Lin Xintong didn't seem to mind, she said, "Thank you, teacher", then took the roast chicken, and ate it in small bites, her lips were rosy and small, but while eating this roast chicken, her lips were dyed black after a while, and the corners of Yi Yun's mouth twitched when she saw this scene.

It's really a burning harp and a boiled crane.

The old man loves his apprentice, and the roast chicken that he cooks is naturally given to the apprentice first. Yi Yun, don't think about it, I must be the last one, but Yi Yun is also very grateful for this, after all, if this kind of chicken is really sold, it is definitely worth a lot, and people like Lian Chengyu can't afford it.

After the fat old man finished roasting the first chicken, he began to roast the second one.

The first one was for Lin Xintong, and the old man roasted it very carefully, and the second one was only for himself, and his appearance was even worse.

However, the old man was very satisfied with his work, and the two chickens were roasted, and the fat old man took out a pot of wine from his fingers, and while eating the roast chicken with taste, he drank the wine with a chirp, and after drinking, he looked like he was enjoying it, and his white beard was curled.

After that, he suddenly thought of something, glanced at Yi Yun, and said lazily: "That's just yours, you can bake it yourself, I won't serve the old man." ”

I'm dizzy.

Yi Yun was speechless, although he didn't expect the old man to roast chicken for him, but what the old man said before, "There are not many people who can taste the old man's craftsmanship!"

When he said this, Yi Yun thought that the old man was going to roast chicken for himself, but now look at it, it's really no fun!

If you want Yi Yun to roast by himself, Yi Yun actually doesn't have any spectrum in his heart, although he is very interested in food, but after all, he is a modern person, with a barbecue grill and smokeless carbon, of course he can roast a fat roast chicken that is charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

But if you roast it with firewood, that's really not good, the soot in the firewood can't be stopped, and no matter how you flip it, it will definitely stick to the chicken.

"I said senior, do you have a pot?"

Yi Yun asked very respectfully, as a principled foodie, no matter how hungry he is, no matter how impatient he is, he will definitely not be able to compromise!

"Yes. ”

The old man said, and really took out a pot from his wrench.

I don't know what material this pot is made of, the craftsmanship is exquisite, the size is moderate, and Yi Yun is very satisfied.

Then Yi Yun began to get busy, he began to distinguish the seasonings brought out by the old man, which surprised him, these seasonings are very complete, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar and everything, and there is even a kind of plant seasoning, which is a bit similar to green onion and coriander.

"Well, can you borrow the wine?" Yi Yun asked again.

"Uh, wine, are you going to drink two cups with the old man?" The old man was stunned for a moment, then handed it to Yi Yun with a smile, this kid is still a good drinker?

Although he is stingy, when it comes to drinking, it is good to have drinking friends, so it is interesting to drink.

Although he didn't like the kid in front of him very much, it was better than nothing, after all, Lin Xintong didn't drink, and the fat old man had been pouring himself drinks for a year.

"Teacher!" Lin Xintong was a little speechless, "How can you give a child a drink!"

But they didn't expect that Yi Yun actually poured out some wine after drying the chicken moisture, and evenly smeared it on the chicken's body, and the chicken's abdominal cavity did not fall.

"Boy, what are you doing!"

The old man's eyes widened, his beard blown, he was a thousand-year-old wine, and as a wine lover, he couldn't tolerate his wine being wasted.

"Cooking. Yi Yun was stunned and said as a matter of course.

I have to say, this wine is really good, it is very fragrant, and I don't know what kind of natural treasure it is made of, it is estimated that taking a sip is good for cultivation!

"Can you cook with wine?" the fat old man asked rhetorically, looking like he didn't believe it at all.

Yi Yun was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly figured out a little.

The cooking methods of this world are very different from those of the earth.

In fact, in China, where the food civilization is incomparably splendid, in ancient times, the cooking techniques were quite simple.

During the Tang and Song dynasties, the basic cooking method was steaming and boiling, regardless of the vegetables or meat, adding salt, covering the pot, and eating it when cooked.

As for the various cooking techniques such as frying, cooking, boiling, smoking, and wine pickling, they all developed into a system after the abundance of material life in modern times.

Each region has a different food culture, and more than eighty percent of the cooking methods in China are unique.

Even the simplest stir-fry is only available in Huaxia on the entire planet, which sounds incredible, but it is true.

In the whole world, the most complex place for cooking techniques is Huaxia, and there is no one.

In this different world, needless to say, the great wilderness, the working people's life is very hard, how can they have the energy and materials to study and cook?

As for the wealthy cities, those rich and noble people are all strong, they are obsessed with practicing martial arts, formations, and refining the art of barren bones, and they have no time to study how to cook.

Only those descendants of big families will study these, and the dishes made by these people are not bad, after all, they have accumulated for a long time, and they also have a lot of cooking experience, but in a small area, cooking techniques are limited after all, just like Americans are afraid that there are many people who don't know that wine can cook.

Yi Yun wiped the chicken body with oil and sauce, poured some wine into the belly of the chicken, and sprinkled some seasoning similar to green onion and coriander, this seasoning Yi Yun tasted, judging by the talent of a foodie, it will not be worse than green onion and coriander.

The next thing is the key, Yi Yun wrapped the chicken body with a clean coarse cloth, put a lot of salt in the pot, until the salt buried the chicken, wrapped it tightly, sealed the pot and began to steam.

The fat old man looked at Yi Yun with suspicion on his face, and wrapped the chicken with so much salt?

The poor children of this small tribe don't have salt to eat?

But you can't do this without salt, it's really speechless, the fat old man sneered, this kid is also strange enough.

He continued to eat his roast chicken, but Lin Xintong stopped and looked curiously at the pot that Yi Yun put on the fire.

Slowly, the fragrance came out of the pot, and the fragrance was not obvious, if it weren't for the fact that several people were martial arts cultivators with keen five senses, they wouldn't have smelled it at all.

With such a light fragrance, can it be delicious?

The fat old man had already finished his roast chicken, and licked his thick and short fingers unsatisfied, and at this time, Yi Yun opened the pot, used a spoon to remove the hot salt, and took out the chicken.

Fragrant salt-baked chicken, that's it.

And the moment the salt seal was opened, a fragrant breath came out, making Yi Yun's index finger move.

Yi Yun was pleasantly surprised to find that he definitely played at a higher level today, of course, the main reason for this is the problem of the chickens themselves, this kind of precious chicken full of energy is many times better than the feed chickens on the earth.

There is also wine, this is all wine made from natural treasures, as long as you add koji and leave it alone for hundreds of years, it is definitely a good wine for drunken gods.

The combination of the two has made Yi Yun's salt-baked chicken reach an unprecedented height.

"Huh?" the old man's beard blew, and his eyes suddenly widened.