"Saint, please eat something."
The bath-scrubbing fox brought in a plate of food. She lifted the lid and saw a stewed chicken that was soft and rotten. It was obvious that the chicken was thrown in whole and was cooked into pieces.
But the smell was not pleasant. The fishy smell of the chicken was not completely removed, and the spices added to remove the smell did not have much effect. The bowl of chicken had a disgusting smell of chicken feathers.
"You're feeding the Saint this?" She pointed at the contents of the bowl in disbelief. The only good thing about it was that the chicken feathers were plucked very cleanly.
This bowl cannot be called a bowl. It is just a stone utensil with grooves.
"Saint, this food was prepared according to the High Priest's instructions and based on ancient records. Only people of your bloodline are worthy of eating it."
She sounded very sincere and didn't seem to be lying. Do the orcs here eat so badly?
"Is this how you usually eat it?" Foxes eat chickens, so there should be many ways to cook them.
"We don't have such noble treatment. We just eat the chickens as soon as we catch them. They are also delicious."
Seeing that she seemed to have a poor appetite, the fox who was scrubbing her body said eagerly, "Saint, do you want to try our way of eating too?"
Eat it raw? The kind that’s full of hair!
"No need. Where is your ancient record? Let me see it."
"Yes, in the hands of the high priest."
As he was speaking, Hu Zhan appeared.
"Can you understand ancient writing?"
"Let me see, if you can understand it, why can't I?"
According to her speculation, since humans once dominated this continent, the records left behind should also be related to humans.
Hu Zhan took out a parchment scroll and said, "I know it because the fox clan has served as priests for generations, and the bloodline is passed down."
Chen Miaoyi unfolded the parchment scroll and saw "hello, wele". It was over. The people here spoke foreign languages.
"It doesn't matter if you don't know it. After all, it's an ancient thing." Hu Zhan comforted him. It's enough for him to be the only one who knows it on this continent.
But the more I flipped through the pages, the more familiar it became. It turned out that only the first two sentences were in foreign words, and the rest were all in Chinese characters.
She guessed right, this was the recipe! It contained all sorts of delicious recipes, written not only in Chinese characters but also in pinyin. No wonder the orcs couldn't understand it!
"Hahaha, I'm a saint, is there anything I don't understand? This is simply tailor-made for me. Where's the pot? Watch me show you my skills."
When she was in the snake tribe, she was only given fruits and other things to eat, and she had never had a proper meal.
The fox tribe's pot was made of stone. It looked like the stone was formed into a certain shape entirely by force, with no skill at all. Hu Zhan had been paying attention to her expression.
"What's wrong? Is this pot wrong? This is all done according to the records."
Some bloodlines will awaken certain abilities of their ancestors who were already in Sichuan at birth. He thinks Chen Miaoyi is the same and can understand it naturally.
"Well, bring me all the parchment scrolls tonight so I can take a good look at them."
The most urgent thing was to eat something. She found that this should be a big kitchen, with more than one pot, and seasonings and other things. These seasonings were similar to those in later generations, but they looked a little hard to guess, and the taste was almost the same.
I picked up the strange chicken they cooked and said, "Do you want to eat it? I'll make it myself."
Puzzled, Hu Zhan shared half of the soup with the fox savage who was scrubbing his body with his body. It tasted like chicken.
Why doesn’t the saint like to eat it? Is it possible that different bloodlines lead to different tastes?
There is only one reason, the saint's noble bloodline cannot tolerate bad things.
"Please take care of this chicken and pluck out all the feathers."
She took a chicken, slaughtered it, and bled it, then handed it to the skilled fox to pluck the feathers while she prepared the seasonings she would use later.
Ginger, onion, garlic, the pot here is not good, it would be difficult to fry the chicken, the easiest way is to simmer it in the fire.
"Saint, the chicken is ready."
The "imperial kitchen" here has a chef. After all, it is not good to let the noble high priest gnaw on chicken feathers. Sometimes when the three races meet, they will also serve food.
Her comment on this was that although she hadn't learned any skills at all, she was quite good at putting on a show.
Cut open the chicken and rinse it clean. Foxes don't cut open the chicken when eating it. The one she stewed just now was like that, with a bowl of intestines flowing out.
Use a relatively sharp stone knife to poke a few holes in the chicken so that it can be seasoned. Then put spices such as onion, ginger, and garlic into the chicken's belly, spread salt on the outside, then wrap it with several layers of leaves, then cover it with mud, and bury it in the fire.
The fox tribe eats salt, and the first two chapters of the cookbook record how to find salt, how to distinguish salt, how to mine it, how to filter it, and how to make the salt cleaner.
The preservation of fire and salt are the first things in the recipe. It can be seen that the person who wrote it was very afraid that these descendants would starve to death and become monsters.
"Saint, if you put the chicken in the fire, it will burn to ashes." The Royal Chef Fox said worriedly. It turned out that there is no chef who doesn't cherish the ingredients.
"That's why I didn't let the fire start. Don't worry, I'm a saint, and I'm born with these skills."
It’s good to have an identity. You won’t be restricted in what you do, and not many people will question you.
They were all waiting here for a long time. After that, Chen Miaoyi started to pull the chicken chops out of the fire. Why didn't these foxes feel bored? Because in their opinion, this was not cooking, it was a miracle.
The mud on the outer shell is baked dry and will break off with a light tap, revealing the leaves inside. The leaves have turned yellow and their color has become very dark.
"What a nice smell." The fox scrubbing his body twitched his nose and sniffed the scent. It was indeed a fox. He could smell the scent when the bottle was only half opened. The royal chef on the side was also looking forward to it.
When the skin is completely peeled off, revealing the golden roasted skin, all the fat of the chicken is roasted out, and the fragrance is overflowing. Who wouldn't be fascinated by it?
This is what people eat!
"Come on, one chicken drumstick each, the rest are mine."
Chen Miaoyi generously gave each of the three of them a chicken drumstick. Chicken was a fatal temptation for foxes! Not only were they foxes, they also had human blood and did not dislike cooked food.
It is tender and fresh when you put it in your mouth, and the chicken is not dry at all. It is delicious, so delicious!
Three foxes grabbed the chicken legs and gnawed them with ecstasy. They had no idea that chicken could be prepared this way! It's true that the things our ancestors left behind are extremely precious!
"It smells so good, what are you eating?"
"Is this chicken? It looks delicious."
The Royal Kitchen Fox held up a chicken drumstick, "It's the Saint! The Saint brought the recipe left by our ancestors! Let the miracle happen again. This is the correct way to eat chicken!"
He was so proud as if he had done it, very good, and he would spread my reputation like this in the future.
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