Speaking of claypot rice, its status in Qi Ling's heart may be only second only to the Golden Egg Fried Rice, and it has become her third favorite.

Of course, the first one is undoubtedly hot pot.

Although the name of this claypot rice sounds very cruel and misleading, it tastes really good and belongs to a kind of food that people never get tired of eating.

In modern times, it belongs to the food of Guangdong, and the form is not confined to the same, but has dozens of different flavors, so it is because of this that it has spread widely and is deeply loved in the north and south of the river.

The most common flavor is cured meat, such as the sausage used by Uncle Zhao, as well as some preserved duck, preserved chicken, and the like.

In addition, there are many kinds of pork liver, roast duck, tempeh pork ribs, field chicken, yellow eel, salted fish fragrant meat, etc.

It is said to be claypot rice, but in fact, Qi Ling thinks that its most vivid name should be clay pot rice, because this name not only points out its method, but also explains its utensils for holding rice.

The method of claypot rice is not difficult, that is, put the washed rice into the pot, add the amount of water, cover the lid and start simmering.

When the rice is almost cooked, add the ingredients and cook it over low heat.

In this way, the top ingredients can be quickly cooked under the transpiration of water vapor, and the taste will not get old, and the bottom rice can also be formed into a fragrant pot under the heat, and it will taste even more unique when the time comes.

Regarding this claypot rice, Qi Ling also remembered one thing.

As we all know, the Cantonese people are not too strong in eating, whether it is flying in the sky or swimming in the water, as long as it can be eaten, they will not let it go.

So sometimes everyone will ridicule Cantonese people, saying that they are really too cruel, claypot rice, claypot rice, even children don't let go, and they still have to eat.

When people heard it, they couldn't laugh or cry.

Hearing Qi Ling shout its name, Uncle Zhao was so surprised that he even opened his mouth wide.

"Qi Ling, how do you know what this is called, I learned this from a foreign chef unintentionally, he said that it is a kind of food in their hometown, and we don't have it here."

Qi Ling thought to himself that this cook's hometown must be the one by the sea. It's just that what she didn't expect was that in this time and space, claypot rice has not been changed to be called, and it is still called claypot rice.

"Hehe, Uncle Zhao, I've eaten it before, so I naturally recognize it, and I also know that you haven't put the seasoning yet, hurry up and put it, otherwise it will be a little later, and the heat will disperse, and the taste will be worse."

Hearing Qi Ling say this, Uncle Zhao remembered that what he served was not the final product, but only a semi-finished product.

He hurried back to the firewood room, brought out a bowl of the sauce he had prepared, and poured it evenly over the rice.

It was only after hearing the sizzling sound that the claypot rice was finally made.

He was satisfied now and felt that it was done, but Qi Ling still felt that something was not enough, as if he was missing some umami.

So she simply took out the "artificial monosodium glutamate" she made and sprinkled some on it.

Now take a deep breath of the aroma of this claypot rice, the flavors of various foods and spices are mixed together, which can make all the worms in people's stomachs hungry.

That's two words, perfect!

Seeing this, Peach Blossom, a little clever ghost, hurriedly went to fetch a stack of clean chopsticks that were not used, distributed them with everyone, and said with words in his mouth.

"Don't be stunned, since my father has already prepared food, let's fill our stomachs first, and then talk about the rest."

After speaking, he took the rice shovel and prepared to start serving the rice, looking like a little gluttonous cat couldn't wait.

Seeing this, Qi Ling snatched the rice shovel in her hand and said in her mouth.

"Don't be in a hurry, you have to stir this rice first, otherwise the seasoning will not be mixed well for a while, and the taste will definitely be uneven."

Gu Jinfeng saw that it was a little difficult for her to turn over such a large pot of rice by herself, so he simply snatched the rice shovel from her hand again and began to stir it by himself.

It wasn't until Qi Ling began to shout to stop that he put down the rice shovel.

Peach Blossom and Qi Ling began to serve rice to everyone, and in the end, on a table, everyone had a bowl of claypot rice in their hands, and they all began to move the dishes and chopsticks at the sound of an order.

As soon as the first bite of rice entered the mouth, there was still some burning mouth, and everyone was snorting and blowing hot air, and hurriedly swallowed the delicious food in their mouths.

"Delicious!"

This is everyone's first reaction!

It's just that everyone thinks it's strange that this is just ordinary rice, ordinary eggs, ordinary vegetables, and ordinary bacon.

Even Uncle Zhao himself felt that what he made today was even better than the person he had eaten back then who taught him how to make this dish.

Maybe it's because they're all hungry, and even the more you chew it, the more fragrant it gets.

After Qi Ling ate several bites to relieve his hunger, he couldn't help but ask the most curious question at the moment.

"Uncle Zhao, when was your claypot rice ready, why don't we know?"

"yes, I don't see when you started making it, just now when you brought it out, I thought you were like a trick, I don't know where to bring out a pot."

Even Aunt Zhao thought it was very wonderful, and said with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Seeing that the people at the table were all looking at him with curious eyes, Uncle Zhao scratched his head embarrassedly and explained.

"Just now, when Gu Xiaozi and the others began to prepare for the beam, I suddenly remembered that I seemed to have forgotten that there was still a pot of hot water burning on the fire, and I was afraid that the water would boil dry, so I came to the front from the backyard."

"I thought that boiling water would be boiling anyway, so I would just stuff a pot of rice, and when everyone was hungry, you could eat it, and I just happened to know how to make this claypot rice, so I took some of the remaining ingredients to make this pot of rice."

The courtyard is like this, no wonder Qi Ling always felt that there was no one around him when he was in the backyard just now, it turned out that Uncle Zhao was missing.

But thanks to his "absence" just now, otherwise they really wouldn't be able to eat this mouthful of food at the moment.

"That's really thanks to Lao Zhao's heart, otherwise we would have to work hungry!"

"That's right, it's still Uncle Zhao who is very powerful, and he thinks about it thoroughly."

"It's still my father's prophet who knows that we must have been hungry for a long time, and if it weren't for this big pot of rice, I would have starved to death."

Everyone praised Uncle Zhao's wisdom, and they were embarrassed to praise him, and their ears were a little red.