"Mom and Dad, please get me a stool."
Xia Yu started to show off, and the couple also wanted to see what he was up to, so they worked together to get a folding chair from the master bedroom.
"Tell me, what else do you need to prepare?"
"A chair is fine, but Mom and Dad, what do you want to eat for lunch?"
Lin Shuqin was stunned. Wasn't she supposed to play the violin? Why did he end up talking about what to eat for lunch? This brat was just trying to make fun of her!
"Eat chicken. Your mother and I haven't eaten chicken for several days."
Old Xia was quite straightforward and he directly named the dish.
"Chicken? Okay, let's go!"
Xia Yu said as he led the way to the hillside where the chickens were raised. The couple followed, and the three of them soon arrived in front of thousands of native chickens.
Some of these chickens were ready for slaughter, while others were being fattened. Xia Yu came to the fence that held the chickens ready for slaughter, opened the folding chair, and took the Italian cannon out of the case.
Sad music can make people depressed, happy music can make people happy, but in order to make the meat of animals delicious, he had to use cheerful music to make them intoxicated, so Xia Yu chose Yo-Yo Ma's version of "Libertango".
Libretango, just by looking at the name one can feel the lightness and joy. He did not delay any longer, he directly stuck the tail needle of the Italian Cannon on a half piece of broken brick, put the bow on the strings, and the music started playing.
This, this melody is so lively!
Lin Shuqin and Lao Xia just wanted to watch the fun, but who would have thought that they would be immediately captivated by their son's piano playing.
Of course, the thousands of chickens in front of Xia Yu were also captured.
They used to be dull and either dig insects out of the soil to eat or bask in the sun in a daze, but under the influence of Libertango, they spread their wings one after another and danced "tango" with their heads shaking.
How to describe this scene?
Yes, it means to get up and dance at the sound of the cock-crow. Really, get up and dance at the sound of the cock-crow!
Music is contagious. It can not only infect people, but also animals. With the nourishment of spiritual energy, the chickens in the base are even more spiritual. Xia Yu continues to play music, and they continue to dance. What a beautiful landscape of harmony between humans and animals.
"Old Xia, your son is really good!"
Lin Shuqin said with emotion that she was convinced. She thought Xia Yu was just playing for fun, but it turned out that he played the violin better than the third niece of her neighbor Huang's cousin, who was at the tenth level.
"That's right, don't you see whose son it is?"
Old Xia was finally able to show off his strength for once, because his son made him proud!
"I said you were fat and you're out of breath. Come on, go in and grab a chicken now."
Lin Shuqin accurately understood what Xia Yu meant.
"There are so many, which one should I catch?"
"Stupid! Catch the one that's listening the most enthusiastically!"
The deceased: Free-range chicken
Gender: Neutral (castrated)
Cause of death: High appreciation of music
The little capon died without any pain because she was immersed in the beauty of music.
Although her body became lunch for the Xia family, her soul ascended to heaven.
At the end of the song, Xia Yu used his hands, which had just finished playing the cello, to cut open Anna's stomach.
Anna was the name he gave to the little hen to commemorate her heroic devotion to art, and in order to pay the highest respect to her, Xia Yu decided to cook her as deliciously as possible.
As for what to cook, he planned to make a boiled chicken.
Well, Magic City boiled chicken.
This dish also exists in Cantonese cuisine, but the preparation method is slightly different, and it is more often called white-cut chicken to distinguish it. This time, Xia Yu plans to use the Magic City method.
Kill Anna and clean her, let it sit for a while, then boil a large pot of water, add onion and ginger, add the chicken and blanch it several times to shape it into a fixed shape and remove any remaining blood.
After completing this step, simmer on low heat for twenty-five to thirty minutes, then take out the chicken and soak it in ice water to cool it down. The temperature will drop rapidly from over 100 degrees to below zero. The sudden change in temperature will give the chicken skin an ultimate smooth, crispy and tender taste.
Finally, add a soy sauce dish and a plate of Magic City white-cut chicken is ready.
The method looks simple, but if you want to make it delicious, it really tests the chef's skills and the ingredients themselves.
Xia Yu's cooking skills are impeccable, and the local braised chickens produced at the base are even better, especially since they are played to the baptism of music before being slaughtered, so they must taste even better.
There’s no point in saying whether it’s good or not, you’ll know only after you eat it.
Take the cooled poached chicken out of the ice water, drain and clean it. The chicken skin will be firm and yellowish, and it will look beautiful.
Xia Yu took out a kitchen knife and chopped the whole chicken into small pieces deftly. The bones and meat at the cut edges were red, which meant that the chicken was not undercooked, but cooked to perfection.
Xia Yu couldn't help but close his eyes after stealing a piece to taste it, immersed in the ultimate deliciousness of the moment.
He seemed to see Anna dancing tango in the clouds, and in his ears was the cheerful melody, sending her off as she slowly disappeared into the depths of the sea of clouds.
This poached chicken is incredible. Not only is it delicious, but it also comes with a clip of an art film.
Next, stir-fry two more vegetables and cook some mushroom soup, and the lunch of three dishes and one soup is ready.
When the dishes were served, the couple who ate the poached chicken couldn't help but close their eyes, and a movie automatically played in their minds.
This is different from the hallucinogenic effect of poisonous mushrooms, but an additional effect brought by the ultimate deliciousness. It pleases your taste system, makes your pituitary gland secrete dopamine crazily, and gives wings to your thoughts.
If Xia Yu hadn't played the song "Libertango", even if it was the same chicken, cooked in the same way, it wouldn't have tasted so good. This is the magic of music.
No wonder those “Buddhists” chant mantras before eating meat, and the meat becomes more fragrant after chanting. . .
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
