Du Heng was so hungry, he wanted to eat the roast chicken made by his mother. He had promised everything, and was planning to go home early this morning, but after this incident, what else could he do? He fumbled in the storage bag and took out a bottle of Bigu Pills.
According to the original owner's memory, before a cultivator has established his foundation, he can take this kind of fasting pill to replace his daily diet. A pill the size of a soybean can keep a cultivator from being hungry for three days. Du Heng opened the bottle stopper. He was a little excited. What does the fasting pill taste like? Is it sweet like sugar beans?
In the end, he was disappointed. The bottle was empty, without a single pill. Du Heng threw the empty bottle into the storage bag. He looked behind the cave and touched his stomach. It was really embarrassing to ask others for food when he was so old. Besides, he was half a cook!
Du Heng looked towards the cave entrance, where a faint light was coming from. He walked around the corpse of the Brahma Chicken and reached the cave entrance, thinking he might find something to eat outside. But when he looked at it, he was shocked. He was in the clouds, and there was a vast sea of white clouds below the cave entrance. He could only see a few isolated peaks standing on the sea of clouds not far away. Who knew what it looked like below the clouds?
Based on his feeling, Du Heng felt that he couldn't leave the cave, at least with his current strength he couldn't leave here.
Du Heng once again returned to the stone, and this time he carefully flipped through the storage bag. Du Heng was originally an outer sect servant, and sometimes he would go out to buy things for the sect. Most of the sects were deep in the mountains, so he had to sleep in the open. He was lucky to find pots and pans, a bag of spiritual rice, and peanuts in a bamboo dustpan.
If food is to taste good, condiments are essential. Du Heng found some condiments. His original body only prepared some salt, some soy sauce, and a small bottle of wine. Compared with modern condiments, Du Heng's condiments were too few. But it was nothing, at least it didn't bother Du Heng.
The rice and condiments were ready, but where were the dishes? Du Heng looked at the Brahma Chicken that had died tragically on the ground. He rubbed his hands and walked towards the Brahma Chicken. Such a big chicken should taste good, right? He confirmed with his eyes that it was something edible.
The talismans in the world of cultivation are good things. Some can start fires, some can draw water, some can turn soil into soil, and some can grow wood and become sharp blades. Du Heng successfully made a simple stove the first time he used the talisman.
The stove he made had two pots, the most common stove in the countryside, one pot for cooking and one pot for frying vegetables. Du Heng originally only had one pot, so he used the talisman to create another iron pot, and then he boiled a large pot of water.
It was a bit difficult to completely pluck the feathers of a two-meter-tall Brahma chicken, so Du Heng apologized to the chicken and then cut it into pieces. Although the process of plucking the feathers was a bit awkward, and although Du Heng's pots and pans were not easy to use, he still got a large pot of bright white, clean chicken and chicken offal.
Du Heng's father owns a private restaurant. Du Heng has been influenced by his father since he was a child and has learned a lot from him. His father once said that food is a gift from God to people, and that anything that can be used should not be wasted. Du Heng also handled the Brahma Chicken very carefully, and he kept everything that could be used.
The rice had already started cooking on the earthen stove, and Du Heng looked at the ingredients in his hand. He was from Jiangnan and couldn't eat spicy food, but at this time he inexplicably wanted to eat something spicy. But a good cook can't cook without rice, and he didn't even have chili peppers, so he could only mix it up casually.
He planned to make a simple Kung Pao Chicken, a pitiful and shabby dish without any chili, sugar, rice vinegar, or onion or ginger. It was so simple that he almost cried.
The yellow chicken fat made a sizzling sound after being put into the hot pot, and wisps of green smoke came out. The black bottom of the pot was slowly covered with oil. While the oil was boiling, Du Heng began to prepare the ingredients.
He cut off two fist-sized chicken breasts, and then cut them into even-sized dices. In fact, he was an avid chicken skin lover. Looking at the large pieces of chicken skin, Du Heng swallowed his saliva. For such a big chicken, the chicken skin would be delicious if it was made into skewers.
While cutting the chicken into cubes, Du Heng was also stirring the chicken oil in the pot. The chicken oil had shrunk at this time and liquid oil appeared on the edge.
Du Heng placed the chopsticks on the bowl with admiration. He liked the chopsticks made by Fu Zhuan, which were more convenient to use than the ones at home.
After the chicken cubes were cut, Du Heng sprinkled some salt and wine on them and mixed them. At this time, some starch should be added to make the chicken more tender, but the conditions were limited, so don't worry about it. After the chicken cubes became a little sticky, Du Heng put the bowl next to the stove and looked at the fire.
The wood in the stove was grown from talismans. Du Heng pulled out some of the larger pieces of wood so that the flame at the bottom of the pot would be smaller and the chicken fat in the pot would not easily burn.
After a while, Du Heng used the fat scraped from the Brahma Chicken to boil a large bowl of golden, boiling hot chicken oil. He put the excess liquid oil in a jar and added a spoonful of salt.
If this is lard, adding salt and sugar can make the fat whiter and less likely to spoil after solidification. After Du Heng added salt, he remembered that this is chicken fat. It seems that he has done something unnecessary. Chicken fat is yellow after solidification. What does it matter whether it is white or not?
He poured peanuts into the pot, and after gently pounding the pot with a spatula for a few times, the peanuts were heated and the skin began to crack, making a subtle sound. When the sound became more frequent, Du Heng scooped out the peanuts. Peanuts should be put into a cold pot with cold oil, so that they are not easy to get mushy. But again, the conditions did not allow it, and Du Heng could only do it based on experience. The sizzling peanuts were rosy on the plate, exuding a nutty aroma.
The peanuts are still soft at this time. After they cool down, they will become fragrant and crispy.
When Du Heng started to boil the chicken oil, a strong aroma of oil filled the cave. This aroma diluted the coldness in the cave, and filled every corner of the cave with power and dominance, overshadowing the aroma of the medical practitioners refining the elixir, and awakening the sweet dreams of the sleeping people.
Yun Zhonghe stood behind Du Heng at some point, but Du Heng was so focused on his cooking that he didn't even notice Yun Zhonghe's arrival.
Du Heng stirred the pot and turned up the heat. At this time, the rice pot was already making a crackling sound, so Du Heng moved the fire from the bottom of the rice pot to the bottom of the cooking pot. The flames gradually grew larger, and green smoke came out of the oil in the pot. Du Heng quickly poured the diced chicken into the pot.
There was no sauce, no onion, ginger, garlic, or chili peppers. He was making the most unauthentic Kung Pao Chicken in the world! But he was still looking forward to it. After the chicken in the pot turned white, he poured a little soy sauce into it. This was the last tenderness he could give himself - although without chili peppers, it couldn't be red, but with soy sauce, it could at least add some color!
However, he failed. As soon as the soy sauce was added to the pot, the chicken cubes turned black. Du Heng almost cried as he looked at the pot. However, he still persevered and stir-fried the chicken cubes until they were cooked. When the chicken cubes were cooked, Du Heng poured peanuts into the pot, stir-fried them twice, and then served.
Looking at the dark plate of Kung Pao Chicken, Du Heng comforted himself that it was good to have something to eat at this time, and it smelled pretty good. Looking closely, the color was not that bad. I thought it was dark before, just because the pot was black and the light around was dim. Now the Kung Pao Chicken was placed on the plate, and it felt like it was thick with oil and red sauce.
Looking closely, the diced chicken was dyed reddish brown, and the peanuts lay shiny in the middle of the diced chicken. Although it lacked the embellishment of green onions and ginger, and the fragrance of chili, it had a home-cooked feel. It smelled pretty good, too, like braised chicken.
He opened the rice pot and served himself a bowl of rice. Just as he was about to eat, he heard Yun Zhonghe's voice: "What are you...doing?"
Du Heng turned his head and saw Yun Zhonghe standing behind him with a complicated expression. Du Heng felt a little weak, and he smiled awkwardly: "Dinner, have you eaten yet? Let's eat together?" Yun Zhonghe frowned: "But the Bigu Pills are gone?" Du Heng nodded: "Yes, they are gone."
Yun Zhonghe looked at the naked, dismembered Brahma Chicken in the wooden basin beside him and said, "It's hard for you." Du Heng didn't understand what he meant. He followed Yun Zhonghe's words and said, "It's not hard, it's not hard." Yun Zhonghe sighed, "You don't have to anger the Demon Lord so much. Although he is the Demon Lord, he will not make things difficult for someone with your cultivation level. He would have let you die very quickly..."
Du Heng asked doubtfully, "You would have died easily? What about now?" Yun Zhonghe pointed at the dead chicken in the basin and said, "I can't guarantee it now. Maybe your fate will be the same as that chicken's."
Du Heng's face was about to break apart. "Brother, why can you say such terrible words so calmly?" But if you think about it, you can understand. Brahma Chicken is the pet of Demon Lord Yan Buhui. If Du Heng saw his little pet on someone else's table, he would go crazy!
Du Heng was sweating profusely: "Then...what should we do?" Yun Zhonghe said sympathetically: "Eat more, so you can get going when you are full."
Du Heng: !!!
At this time, a suffocating feeling came from the cave entrance. Du Heng looked at the cave entrance with horror while holding the rice bowl. A man in a red robe flashed in from the cave entrance. The man had a fierce look on his face, and every cell in his body said: I am the Demon Lord!
Du Heng had a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat. Oh my God, what a sin he had committed! The man-eating pet was caught by its owner. Du Heng's mind went blank as he was nervous. His hands automatically picked up a piece of chicken and peanuts and put them into his mouth.
After taking a bite, the chicken was tender and elastic, with a little sweetness, which made up for the lack of sugar. Mixed with the salty taste of soy sauce and the crispy peanuts, Du Heng felt that he could eat three bowls of rice. It was so delicious that he wanted to cry, but Du Heng had tears in his eyes: "It came too fast, and there was no time for me to eat!"
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