"But, before you set out, I'd better get some meat for you. Fishing is a physical job." Han Qiwu smiled, "Do you like eating traditional fried chicken? The big one."

"Traditional fried chicken? Is it the kind of flour fried chicken? I like to eat it." Tang Qingying instantly became energetic. When she was a child, she liked to eat flour fried chicken in a shop next to the school gate.

Unfortunately, after the old man from that restaurant passed away, what his son made was not the same taste, and she never went to eat it again.

"Do you want me to go over and help?" Tang Qingying rolled up her sleeves and was ready to go to the battlefield at any time.

Han Qiwu waved his hand quickly: "No, no, you finally have a vacation, take a break, I have sugarcane here, do you want to chew for a while?"

"Okay." Tang Qingying was not disappointed, leaned on the chair, flexibly shaking her two white and slender legs.

Because the weather is very hot, she is wearing a classic white shirt and a red and white plaid skirt today, which looks particularly youthful.

It is more beautiful than the spring breeze with the fragrance of flowers.

Of course, she also considered fishing and brought a pair of trousers before she came out.

Han Qiwu walked into the kitchen, quickly cut a few pieces of sugar cane, peeled them one by one, put them on a plate and handed them to Tang Qingying.

"Eat slowly, don't hurt your mouth."

After giving a reminder, Han Qiwu returned to the kitchen, poured the remaining peanut oil into the pot, and slowly heated it up.

Taking advantage of the hot oil, he took out two of the burning bird legs, processed them carefully, then changed the knife to put the material and wrapped it with powder, waited for the oil temperature to rise, and then put it in and fry it.

"Si sizzle"

The hot oil flowers bloomed in a hurry, releasing the fragrance of peanut oil and taking away the subtle fishy smell from the chicken.

After the frying was formulated, Han Qiwu continued to fry for another six minutes, then picked up two big chicken legs, heated the oil again, and fryed it again.

While the refried, Han Qiwu quickly mixed a few sauces.

Fried chicken is traditional fried chicken, but you can make a few more sauces.

"I originally wanted to make a honey and yellow mustard, but unfortunately I only have honey at home." Han Qiwu smiled helplessly and just improved it himself.

Make the bottom of wild mountain pepper, chop the bamboo shoots and pickled peppers into it, heat it a little and pour in honey and a little lightning milk.

Homemade spicy and sour sauce finished.

As for the taste, Han Qiwu tasted it.

not bad.

If the materials are good, you can do whatever you want!

In other words, even if you take a brick, put it on the fire and sprinkle some cumin sesame pepper noodles and brush it with lamb oil and bake for five minutes.

The smell is still fragrant.

After a few minutes of refried, Han Qiwu took it off. He prepared one to retain its complete shape and the other to cut it into small pieces.

Because he was worried that the juice would flow out, Han Qiwu specially chose to cut the fried bird's legs on the plate.

The fried flamed bird's legs are 35 cm long, and it is estimated to weigh three pounds.

"KaKaKa"

When cut with a knife, the crispy sound of the crispy appearance sounds very pleasant.

The fragrant juice was left on the plate with oil flowers, and a strange smell of chicken appeared.

"It smells so good!"

Tang Qingying jumped into the kitchen along the fragrance, and saw the large-sized explosive bird legs that retained the complete shape at a glance. He couldn't help but say in surprise: "The chicken legs are too big, are the ostrich legs?"

"Haha, my friend raised it better, and I was also thicker in the flour." Han Qiwu smiled and continued to cut it.
Chapter completed!