At this time, Wen Xueman spoke coldly, "This is a beggar's chicken, haven't you seen it?"

Beggar's chicken? Most of you here haven't heard of it.

This time, unlike later times when media were not as developed and transportation was slow, apart from being able to learn about unfamiliar things from books, most people actually lived in a very small world.

Moreover, in that era of material poverty, people were content with just a full stomach, and most people had no time to study how to cook meals in a different way.

Wen Xueman continued, "The recipe of beggar's chicken is said to have originated in the Song Dynasty. It is said that a beggar stole a chicken. Since he had no cooking tools, he wrapped the chicken in lotus leaves, then covered it with a layer of yellow mud, and finally roasted it over a fire."

Li Hansong took over the conversation, "Later, the recipe of beggar's chicken spread, and Emperor Qianlong went to the south of the Yangtze River to taste this dish. He praised it highly and even wrote the inscription 'yellow mud beggar's chicken'."

The others were stunned when they heard this. Shi Weiguang sighed and said, "So, today we are eating Emperor Qianlong's famous imperial dishes."

Chen Gang criticized: "What nonsense are you talking about? It's just a roast chicken. Why use feudal terms to describe it?"

Wen Sherman glanced at him with dissatisfaction.

Old-fashioned, always exaggerating things!

An Hua smiled and said, "There are many stories about the origin of beggar's chicken, but we won't discuss that today. I'll take the chicken aside and knock off the mud."

It is served on the table together with the mud, firstly to keep it warm, and secondly, the process of beating the mud is also part of the fun of eating beggar's chicken.

An Hua stood aside, placed the chicken at an angle that everyone could see, and used a small hammer to knock open the mud that covered the chicken.

When the mud shell is opened, the aroma will immediately overflow. Tear open the lotus leaf to reveal the golden chicken inside, and the fragrance will be even stronger.

An Hua put the chicken on the lotus leaf back on the table and said, "Everyone, eat it while it's hot."

Ge Hongying's face had changed a little. It was obvious whether the food was edible or not, not to mention that the overflowing aroma was already making people drool.

Due to limited ingredients, the beggar's chicken made by An Hua does not have too many auxiliary ingredients, but instead retains more of the juicy and tasty flavor. The fat, tender and crispy chicken melts in the mouth, with layers of flavor without being too messy.

Chen Gang was the first to give a thumbs up, "It's delicious! It's even better than roast chicken!"

Others also praised sincerely and reached out for the chicken. The children, in particular, had been gathering around to watch An Hua knocking on the mud, screaming with excitement.

An Hua's chicken was both eye-catching and delicious, attracting everyone's attention.

No one was interested in the dishes made by Ge Hongxia for the time being. She looked at her sister a little aggrieved. Ge Hongying patted her hands soothingly, but she also felt upset.

Wen Xueman wondered, "Xiao An, don't you know how to cook? How come you made beggar's chicken so delicious?"

Ge Hongying said calmly: "The chicken body is a delicious thing, how can you not eat it?"

Wen Xueman wiped the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief and chuckled, "Even the most delicious ingredients require cooking skills. Why don't you make one and see if you can make it the same?"

"You!" Ge Hongying frowned and glared at Wen Xueman. This eldest daughter of the Zi family just loved to go against her!

An Hua glanced at Ge Hongying and suddenly smiled. "I know everyone has heard about the time I almost burned down the house while cooking, but what I want to say is that the burning of the house has nothing to do with whether I can cook or not. Everyone misunderstood me. Today I have to thank Sister Hongying for insisting on me showing off my cooking skills, giving me the opportunity to clarify the rumors that I can't cook."

Ge Hongying finally couldn't hold her face anymore.

Who here is not a smart person? Considering that Ge Hongying had previously let her sister take the limelight, and the head of the political department had belittled An Hua, the meaning was self-evident.

It's nothing more than trying to demote An Huan and promote Ge Hongxia.

Wen Xueman glanced at Ge Hongying with contempt. This rural woman was still as petty as ever, always doing little things that were not worthy of being shown in public.