A hen that lays eggs in random locations doesn't lay its own eggs in its own coop. Instead, it lays its eggs in a fixed spot outside that its owner doesn't know about, such as a woodpile, in the grass by the river, or in a coop specifically made for hen that lays eggs in random locations...
They went closer and saw that there was indeed a nest of white eggs!
Upon closer inspection, one, two, three...
Li Xiangjie counted quickly, "My God, twelve!"
"Hahaha, perfect for making kiln-roasted eggs!"
Li Xiangdong and his companions carefully took the eggs out one by one and put them into their respective pockets.
Some eggs still had chicken droppings and small downy feathers from the chicken's rear end stuck to them, but they didn't mind at all.
After dragging the firewood to the second road, Li Guoqing was already sitting on the ground waiting.
Next to him were six or seven large, red-fleshed sweet potatoes, freshly dug from the ground. Sweet potatoes baked in the oven are also delicious!
As soon as the firewood arrived, the match slipped and flames shot up.
The raging flames turned the hard earth red-hot, and the heat scorched the surrounding air.
After burning for two and a half hours, Li Guoqing figured it was about time and stopped adding firewood.
After the flames in the stove went out, all that remained was a flickering layer of wood ash, with tiny red specks dancing in the black ash.
Li Guoqing carefully used a wooden stick to push down the clod of earth on the top of the kiln, and then slowly dismantled the kiln roof while keeping the entire kiln from collapsing, until a chicken could be put in through the opening.
Now that they don't use tin foil, they pick lotus leaves directly from the pond and wrap the marinated young hens layer by layer with the lotus leaves. This way, the chickens baked in the kiln will have the fresh aroma of lotus leaves!
Put the chicken in, then remove a layer of clods of earth to cover it. Next, put in the eggs that have been covered with mud, then cover it with another layer of clods of earth, and finally put in the sweet potatoes.
Using the residual heat of the earthen kiln, chickens, eggs, and sweet potatoes can be baked in less than an hour.
Several people sat scattered around the earthen kiln, and gusts of cool wind blew over, hitting their faces with a cool, tingling sensation.
The setting sun resembled a large egg yolk, laid by a chicken that grew up eating insects. Because the yolk was red, the large red egg yolk hung on the horizon, slowly moving downwards, while the sky gradually darkened.
The sunset was magnificent, like a brocade just woven by celestial fairies, casually spread across the blue sky.
The weather is so nice right now.
Li Xiangdong simply lay down on the ground, his arms under his head, eyes closed, listening to the chirping of crickets, the crackling of the earthen kiln, the sputtering of the tractor in the distance, and the occasional bursts of laughter from the aunties and grandmas in the neighboring cornfield...
After a day of scorching sun, the warm earth energy wafted upwards, making Li Xiangdong feel warm all over.
He didn't know how much time had passed when suddenly, a rich aroma wafted to his nose. He abruptly opened his eyes and sat up. "Is it cooked?"
Li Guoqing had just pulled out the kiln-roasted chicken, eggs, and sweet potatoes; they were all covered in a black smudge.
As you peel back the layers of lotus leaves, the last layer is no longer black, but a soft, yellowish-green. The kiln-roasted chicken inside is golden yellow, and an even more fragrant aroma wafts out!
Zhao Xiaojun, Li Xiangjie, and Guo Yuxi all came over, watching Li Guoqing's actions with eager eyes.
"Ouch—it's so hot!"
Li Guoqing rubbed his thumbs against his earlobes for a while before continuing to peel the kiln-roasted chicken.
The chicken skin was golden brown, the meat was snow-white and tender, and there was even juice flowing out from inside.
"Brother Guoqing, give me a chicken breast!"
Guo Yuxi felt her mouth watering; the chicken breast was the thickest and most delicious part!
Zhao Xiaojun and Li Xiangjie each wanted a chicken thigh. Well, chicken thighs are much tastier than chicken breasts, hehe!
After dividing the chicken among the three people, Li Guoqing looked at the half-eaten hen and asked Li Xiangdong, "Second Brother, do you want some chicken wings...?"
Li Xiangdong was sucking on a chicken leg in his left hand and a chicken wing in his right when he heard this, he said, "Ah, I've already started eating, you go ahead and eat!"
Do it yourself and you'll have plenty to eat and wear.
He couldn't wait for Li Guoqing to slowly divide the chicken; he had already peeled open a small kiln-roasted chicken and started eating!
Perhaps it's because the ingredients and cooking methods are all natural, but the kiln-roasted chicken tastes really good. The meat is tender, fragrant, and juicy.
The kiln-roasted eggs are also delicious. Compared to boiled eggs, they have a slightly smoky flavor, and the taste is somewhat like that of grilled eggs.
Not to mention the kiln-roasted sweet potatoes. Just pinch both sides and gently break them apart, and a burst of sweet and hot air will rush out. The golden sweet potato flesh is smooth, sweet and delicious, perfectly complementing the flavor of the kiln-roasted chicken.
Li Xiangdong ate until he felt full before slowing down and finally having time to talk.
"Guoqing, your cooking skills are absolutely top-notch! If we were to use the terminology, you could be crowned the Immortal of Kiln-Roasted Chicken!"
"Pfft—"
Hahahaha~
"What the heck? A kiln-roasted chicken immortal?"
Li Xiangjie almost spat out the chicken in his mouth. Zhao Xiaojun was amused and swallowed a mouthful of sweet potato without chewing it properly. He choked and stretched his neck and widened his eyes. He finally managed to swallow the sweet potato.
Li Guoqing looked fine, still slowly eating his chicken wings. Judging from his second brother's words, he must have been praising him, even though he didn't know what a "kiln-roasted chicken immortal" was!
"Second Brother, what kind of immortal did you summon just now? Has Brother Guoqing become a shaman?"
Guo Yuxi was so focused on eating that she didn't hear what Li Xiangdong said clearly, except for the word "immortal".
Li Xiangdong patiently explained these four characters to them.
"The people next door, the Koreans, call the best cooks 'immortals' or 'immortals.' For example, there's an old lady who's been making ramen for fifty years, so she's called the Ramen Immortal. There are also pancake makers, called the Pancake Immortals, and sushi makers, called the Sushi Immortals..."
"So, someone who makes such delicious kiln-roasted chicken during the National Day holiday should be called the Kiln-Roasted Chicken Immortal!"
"Oh, I see. Making pancakes makes you an immortal? Then my grandma must be their pancake-making ancestor immortal!"
"Hahahaha, then my dad is a pipe-smoking immortal! My grandpa is a watermelon-growing immortal! My mom and grandma are steamed bun-making immortals!"
Good heavens, Guo Yuxi has elevated his entire family to the status of immortals in one fell swoop.
Li Guoqing finally understood, but he wasn't satisfied with the address. He slowly took a bite of the kiln-roasted egg before retorting, "I don't want to use that term from 'Xiao Rizi' (a derogatory term for someone who lives a simple life), it's disgusting!"
They ate until the sun had completely set and it was dark, then patted their bellies contentedly, their mouths stained black, and went home.
After eating his fill, Li Xiangdong went home and brewed a pot of fragrant oolong tea. While drinking the rosy tea, he fed the leftover kiln-roasted chicken bones and chicken butt to Jasmine and Wax Plum.
The two dogs ate with great joy, thinking their owner was really awesome, having successfully returned from another hunt.
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