Zhao Xi used chopsticks to cut the whole chicken apart along the belly.

The ginseng and red dates inside the chicken belly were exposed, giving off a strange fragrance.

"It smells so good!" Xie An smelled the smell and looked at Zhao Xi with a slightly different look.

Anyone who can cook this kind of food is definitely not an ordinary chef.

Yang Qiong cleverly gave Zhao Xi a big chicken leg: "Uncle Zhao, please make us ginseng chicken."

Xie An also served a bowl of soup as he had done: "Thank you, Master Zhao."

Su Zifang:......

After taking a look at the table, there was nothing else for him to express his gratitude to, so he simply said directly: "Uncle, I still feel sorry for me!"

"Haha." Su Zifang received contempt from all directions.

"Just eat it as it is if it tastes light. If you want to dip it in some condiments, you can mix it up." Zhao Xi brought up a plate of condiments and pushed it into the middle.

"Does the ginseng chicken need to be dipped?" Su Zifang asked in surprise.

"Isn't it possible?" Zhao Xi frowned and looked at Su Zifang strangely.

"Um...that's not what I mean. I'm just saying, isn't it already very flavorful?"

"Actually, the flavor of the ginseng chicken itself is a little weak, so many people will add dipping sauce, which is a bit like the white chicken in Guangdong Province."

"Uncle Zhao, how can I adjust the dipping sauce better?"

Yang Qiong looked at the bottles and jars placed in front of him and didn't know what to do.

"Ginger, kumquat, millet pepper, light soy sauce. This is a popular dipping sauce for chicken in Guangdong and Qiong provinces."

"The dry dish with pepper powder and salt is the salt and pepper dish from the northwest."

"Laoganma, chili sauce, light soy sauce, vinegar, minced garlic, crushed peanuts, pepper powder, green onions, and coriander are the dipping sauce for chicken."

Zhao Xi said as he mixed a white chicken dipping sauce in front of him.

"Although ginseng chicken is a Northeastern cuisine, I prefer this Cantonese dish. You can just mix it according to your own taste."

Yang Qiong nodded, silently followed Zhao Xi's instructions and mixed two portions, and handed one portion to Wang Su: "Uncle Zhao's dipping sauce must be fine, I'll help you mix it."

"Ah, okay, thank you!" Wang Su happily took it.

"I'll try the salt and pepper dish." Xie An wanted to try a novel way of eating it. After mixing it, he handed the dipping sauce to Su Zi.

"No, I'll try the original flavor so I can learn this flavor later."

After mixing the dipping sauce, several people started cooking one after another.

Su Zifang picked up a piece of chicken breast. Judging from his years of experience in eating chicken, he must get an eight-power lens...

Bah! We went to the wrong set!

Judging from his many years of experience in eating chicken, chicken breast is the least flavorful piece of meat on the chicken, unless it is cooked in strong flavors such as braised in brown sauce, roasted with tea, or baked with salt.

As for this pot of ginseng chicken, he looked at the ingredients and then put it in the pot. He clearly remembered how much seasoning Zhao Xi put in and how to put it.

Apart from ginseng and red dates, there are not even mushrooms in the pot. If it were normal, the chicken breast would definitely have no flavor, or the chicken breast would reflect the least flavorful part of the chicken itself.

Only if the meat has flavor can it prove that a chicken is well cooked.

This is also the reason why he doesn't use dipping sauce, because once he eats the dipping sauce, it is difficult to taste the chicken breast.

But as the chicken breast entered his mouth, Su Zifang instantly felt that his lips and teeth were filled with the bitter taste of ginseng and the unique ginseng flavor. However, there was still a bit of jujube flavor in the bitterness that slowly dissipated. Then the ginseng taste returned to sweetness, and the jujube flavor exploded.

, bringing out the delicious flavor of the deep-hidden chicken fat, and the chicken breast in your mouth instantly becomes oily.

Zhao Xi, who was eating chicken drumsticks slowly next to him, took one look at Su Zifang's expression and knew what he was thinking, and instantly changed into a profound expression.

"How about it? Do you still think this dish is simple?"

Su Zifang nodded and shook his head. He took another bite, but the taste was still the same. He couldn't help but look at the chicken in front of him and fell into deep thought.

He was very sure that he didn't miss the steps, but he had eaten the duck meat in duck blood and vermicelli soup before, and it didn't taste like this at all, it was just very dry breast meat.

Su Zi was deep in thought, but the others were eating happily. Yang Qiong still had time to give Wang Su a large piece of chicken.

"Su Su, eat more. Uncle Zhao's cooking skills are among the best in the cafeteria of Jinling University. If you don't know what to eat at noon, come to Uncle Zhao for lunch!"

"Ah... this, that's not good!" Wang Su looked at Su Zifang cautiously.

The latter was still obsessed with thinking about the skill of ginseng chicken and did not notice Wang Su's question here. Instead, Zhao Xi laughed and looked at Yang Qiong: "Is this your new employee?"

"Yes, the person who is responsible for braised food at Jingling University, her name is Wang Su, Uncle Zhao, you have to protect her a little bit!" Yang Qiong joked.

"No big or small! You're still covered up, who doesn't know that your boss Su is now the star of the cafeteria." Zhao Xi teased, turning to look at Wang Su: "You don't need to see anyone, my daughter is working as a chef in Shibuyu

Well, if you don’t know what to eat for lunch, come to me and I’ll prepare something delicious for you and charge it to your boss Su’s account.”

"Wow...can you bring me one?" Yang Qiong asked immediately after hearing this benefit.

"Go, go, what are you causing trouble? Is the food I cook more delicious than Master Xue's?"

"No way! Grandpa Xue doesn't even cook, it's all done by Boss Su, Sister Xiaoman, Sister Zidan and Mu Fei in turns. Boss Su especially likes to experiment with new dishes!"

Zhao Xi's face changed slightly when he heard about the dish tasting.

Apparently he was remembering the tragic car accident scene where Su Zifang was trying vegetables that Zhao Xiaoman told him.

"Thank you for your hard work!" Zhao Xi comforted him.

Next to him, Su Zifang suddenly took out a piece of chicken skin and stared at it.

"It seems you have figured it out." Zhao Xi smiled.

"Yes." Su Zifang nodded and looked at Zhao Xi with the same smile: "Uncle is really awesome!"

"Boss Su, what kind of riddle are they playing?" Xie An looked at Su Zifang and Zhao Xi answering questions and poked Yang Qiong in the arm.

"I guess Uncle Zhao taught Boss Su how to make this dish, but Boss Su only figured it out now."

"Isn't this just boiled chicken with ginseng and red dates added to it? Is there anything else to teach me?" Xie An said cheerfully, scooped up a bowl of soup and drank it in large gulps, enjoying it with a smile on his face.

"So you are a diner, and Boss Su is the number one chef." Yang Qiong ignored Xie An and looked at Su Zifang, intending to hear what the difficulties were with this dish.

After all, she is responsible for promoting the food in the store. Whether she can cook it is one thing, but whether she knows how to cook it is another!

"Pine needles!" Su Zifang spat out two words.

"I just looked at the chicken breast, and there were no traces on it. I thought this was what the ginseng chicken was like, but the taste is too strange. It doesn't look like it could have been directly stewed."

"So I looked carefully at the chicken skin and found that in addition to the pores, there were many tiny pinholes on it."

"After I came here, I saw all your operations, uncle, so it can't be handled later."

"Then there is only one explanation, you have already completed the pine needle step in advance when processing the chicken!"
Chapter completed!