The fat elder held the pheasant in his hand. The position he was roasting was too close to the fire, so his speed of turning was slow.
After all, using fire to roast food was completely different from barbecue stalls. Barbecue stalls used specially made barbecue charcoal. It was easy to ignite, and the fire was even. Most importantly, there was no smoke.
But with firewood, the fire was uneven, so the smoke was heavy. This smoke was the ash that had not been burned completely. It would rise up in the flames and stick to the chicken's skin. So in a short while, the pheasant in the old man's hand was burnt black. It was not burnt, but the surface was covered with a layer of ash. Not only did it affect the taste, it also tasted bitter.
Although the old man would rub oil from time to time, it could not change the fact that the ash was getting thicker. From the old man's posture, it was only a matter of time before the pheasant was burnt.
Using firewood to roast meat was a difficult task. Even the barbecue stalls' chefs might not be able to do it well, much less the old man.
This was understandable. With the old man's status, his time was precious, so why would he cook for himself?
His culinary skills were naturally not flattering. Besides, using firewood to roast meat was extremely difficult.
"This is such a waste of God's good gifts!"
As a foodie, oh, no, as a food lover who had studied good food, Yi Yun found it unbearable.
Seeing the old man finish roasting the pheasant, he sprinkled all sorts of spices on it and presented the charred pheasant to Lin Xintong like a treasure.
Yi Yun felt that there was no place to eat!
But Lin Xintong did not seem to mind. She said, "Thank you, Teacher" and took the pheasant. She ate it in small bites. Her rosy lips were small and delicate, but as she ate the pheasant, her lips were soon stained black. This scene made Yi Yun's mouth twitch.
It was really wasteful.
The old man loved his disciple, so the pheasant he roasted was naturally given to his disciple first. As for Yi Yun, there was no need to think about it. He was definitely going to be the last one. But Yi Yun was very grateful. After all, if this pheasant were to be sold, it would definitely fetch a high price. A person like Lian Chengyu would definitely not be able to afford it.
After the old man finished roasting the first pheasant, he began roasting the second.
The first one was for Lin Xintong, and the old man had roasted it with great care. The second one was for himself, so it looked even worse.
However, the old man was very satisfied with his work. After the two chickens were roasted, the fat old man took out a pot of wine from his thumb ring. He ate the roasted chicken with relish while slurping the wine. After drinking, he had a look of enjoyment on his face. His white beard curled up.
After that, he suddenly thought of something. He glanced at Yi Yun and lazily said, "That's yours. You can roast it yourself. I won't be serving you."
I feel dizzy.
Yi Yun was speechless. Although he did not expect the old man to roast a chicken for him, the old man had previously said, "There aren't many people who can taste my cooking!"
When he said that, Yi Yun thought that the old man wanted to roast a chicken for him to eat. But from the looks of it, there was indeed no chance!
To let Yi Yun roast it himself, Yi Yun actually had no idea. Although he was knowledgeable about gourmet food, he was after all a modern person. If he used a barbecue stove and smokeless charcoal, he could definitely roast a roasted chicken that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.
But using firewood to roast it was impossible. The soot in the firewood could not be blocked. No matter how he flipped it, it would definitely stick to the chicken.
"Senior, do you have a wok?"
Yi Yun asked respectfully. As a foodie with principles, no matter how hungry he was, or how eager he was, he could not make do with it! This was the first time he had seen meat in the past two months. What's more, it was such excellent meat!
"Yes."
As the old man said that, he really took out a wok from his thumb ring.
It was unknown what the wok was made of, but the craftsmanship was exquisite and the size was just right. Yi Yun was very satisfied.
Then, Yi Yun began to get busy. He began to identify the seasonings the old man had brought out. This surprised him. The seasonings were complete. There was oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and there was even a plant seasoning that looked like chopped green onions and coriander.
"That, can I borrow some wine?" Yi Yun asked again.
"Uh? Wine? Are you planning to drink a cup or two with me? "The old man was stunned when he heard this. He then handed it over to Yi Yun with a smile. This kid was a wine lover?
Although he was stingy, when it came to drinking, it was good to have a drinking buddy. It made drinking interesting.
Although he did not like the child in front of him, it was better than nothing. After all, Lin Xintong did not drink, and the fat old man had been drinking by himself for a year.
"Teacher!" Lin Xintong was speechless, "How can you give wine to a child!?"
But they did not expect that after Yi Yun shook the chicken dry, he poured out some wine and smeared it evenly on the chicken's body. He did not even miss the chicken's abdominal cavity.
"Kid, what are you doing!?"
The old man stared and blew his beard. This was a thousand-year-old wine. As a wine lover, he could not tolerate his wine being wasted.
"Cooking." Yi Yun said matter-of-factly after a pause.
It had to be said that this wine was really good. It was extremely fragrant. It was unknown what treasure was used to brew it. Just a sip would be good for one's cultivation!
"Cooking? Wine can be used to cook? "The fat old man retorted with a look of disbelief.
Yi Yun was stunned for a moment before he suddenly realized something.
This world's cooking techniques were probably very different from Earth's.
In fact, in China, which had a brilliant culinary culture, cooking techniques were rather simple in ancient times.
In the Tang and Song dynasties, the basic cooking techniques were steaming and boiling. Be it vegetables or meat, salt was added, covered, and cooked before eating.
As for cooking techniques such as frying, stir-frying, deep-frying, blanching, smoking, and wine pickling, they were all developed into systems in modern times when material life became richer.
Every region had a different food culture. More than 80% of China's cooking techniques were unique.
Even the simplest stir-frying was only available in China in the entire world. It sounded incredible, but it was the truth.
In the entire world, the most complicated cooking techniques were in China.
In this different world, there was no need to mention the vast wilderness. The laboring people lived a tough life, so how could they have the energy and ingredients to study cooking?
As for the rich cities, the rich were the strong. They were engrossed in martial arts, arrays, and refining desolate bones. They had no time to study cooking.
Only the servants of the large family clans would study such things. These people's cooking was not bad. After all, they had accumulated a lot of cooking experience over a long period of time. But in a small area, cooking techniques were limited. Just like Americans, there were many people who did not know that wine could be used to cook.
Yi Yun used oil and sauce to rub the chicken's body. He poured some wine into the chicken's abdomen and sprinkled some spices that resembled scallions and coriander. Yi Yun had tasted this seasoning before. Judging from his talent as a glutton, it was not worse than scallions and coriander.
Next was the crucial step. Yi Yun used a clean cloth to wrap the chicken's body. He added a large amount of salt into the pot until the chicken was completely covered. Then he sealed the pot and began to steam it.
The fat old man looked suspiciously at Yi Yun. Using so much salt to wrap the chicken? Wouldn't it be salty to death!
Did the poor children of this small tribe not have salt to eat?
But even if they did not have salt to eat, they could not do this. He was speechless. The fat old man snorted. This child sure was weird.
He carried on eating his roasted chicken, but Lin Xintong stopped. She looked curiously at the pot Yi Yun had placed over the fire.
Slowly, the pot emitted a fragrance. The fragrance was not obvious. If they were not martial artists with keen senses, they would not have been able to smell it.
How could such a faint fragrance be delicious?
The fat elder had already finished his roasted chicken. He licked his thick and short fingers as if he hadn't had enough. At this moment, Yi Yun opened the lid of the pot and used a spoon to remove the boiling salt before taking out the chicken.
The fragrant salt-baked chicken was done.
And at the moment the salt seal was opened, a fragrant smell wafted out. It made Yi Yun's appetite quiver.
Yi Yun was pleasantly surprised to find that he had exceeded his usual standards today. Of course, the main reason was the chicken itself. This precious chicken meat was filled with energy. It was many times better than the fodder chickens on Earth.
And the wine was brewed from treasured herbs. With the addition of the distiller's yeast, it could be stored for a few hundred years. It would definitely be an excellent brew that could intoxicate immortals.
The combination of the two allowed Yi Yun's salt-baked chicken to reach an unprecedented height.
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