Chapter 371 The Deal of the Demon Kings (Acridine for a Monthly Pass)
Beggar's chicken, also called rich chicken and braised chicken, is a very unique Chinese cuisine.
Like most Oriental foodies, Elena's deepest impression of beggar's chicken mainly comes from the classic scene where Huang Rong and Hong Qigong met in Jin Yong's "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".
But in fact, beggar chickens in reality are much more complicated than in novels.
If you simply wrap it in soil and bake it, the beggar's chicken will definitely not taste good. The simplest reason is that the chicken inside will not taste good at all, and due to the sealing, there will be a heavy fishy smell - many simple people take it for granted.
The children all made a bunch of terrible mud roasted chicken because they misbelieved the description in the novel.
Of course, Elena would not make such a stupid mistake.
The unique refreshing coldness of Hogwarts Lake mud protects the color of the chicken extremely well. You only need to see the attractive golden color of the chicken skin among the layers of cabbage leaves to know that her cooking this time has been successful.
At least 80% successful.
(Click to view the picture, it’s really there this time!)
Without any hesitation, Elena picked up the knife and fork and roughly opened the chicken body from left to right.
The next moment, the rich aroma of chicken that had been sealed for a long time quickly spread in the kitchen along with the steaming mist, mixed with the aroma of mushrooms, making people's mouth water.
The aroma of food, this should be the most beautiful taste in the world.
However, since the life taken away by Avada's Kedavra has no soul, it is necessary to inject the soul into this fat chicken before eating it... Elena picked up the coarse salt dish next to her and carefully
Sprinkle a thin layer of salt grains on the beggar's chicken, like a layer of crystal gauze, blending with the fat oozing out of the chicken.
"It's done! The smell and appearance are really great!"
Elena licked her lips, took an intoxicated breath, took out her pair of "black walnut chopsticks", wiped them on the white tablecloth handed over by the house elf Burley, and picked up a piece of chicken.
Put it in your mouth.
The golden and crispy chicken skin makes a pleasant clicking sound between the lips and teeth, the tender chicken bursts out with delicious juice, and the coarse salt rolls on the tip of the tongue. The smell of fungi and spices is mixed with the fragrance of vegetable leaves, which is just right.
The greasiness of the chicken.
"Phew, it's hot, hot, but delicious... Come and try it."
"It looks really good?"
Gellert Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, followed Elena's example, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
As the rich aroma of beggar's chicken flowed into his nose, he felt as if his whole body was exuding a warm and comfortable warmth. He had just eaten dinner, but his stomach suddenly became hungry again.
The old man picked up his fork, tentatively poked a piece of chicken and put it in his mouth.
Underneath the golden skin, the chicken is as crystal clear as snow.
It is obviously just an ordinary chicken used to feed magical animals, but it does not have the dry texture of ordinary chicken. Instead, it is very soft. The mushrooms and spices stuffed in the chicken belly do not interfere with the deliciousness of the chicken itself. It is evenly spread on the chicken.
The coarse salt grains on the surface give it a different kind of rough jungle flavor.
Forests! Caves! Boundless grasslands and lava hidden in volcanoes!
Gellert Grindelwald opened his eyes and glanced with admiration at the "beggar's chicken" in front of him. Without hesitation, he dropped the fork in his hand and tore off a whole chicken leg with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth.
, every inch of the folds on the face exudes joy.
What a pleasure... As expected, being with this little guy is a pleasure.
In just a few mouthfuls, a huge chicken leg disappeared from Grindelwald's mouth.
However, just when Grindelwald was about to tear off another chicken leg, he came up empty-handed.
"Um?"
Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, narrowed his eyes and looked at Elena who had taken the "beggar's chicken" away from him. There was a bit of dissatisfaction and confusion in his tone, and he snorted softly.
"What do you mean? A chicken drumstick is not a done deal."
"The tasting time is over," Elena looked at the fat chicken in her arms that had one of its legs torn off with some heartache, and subconsciously took a sip... Fat chicken, you smell so good... Then, she raised her head.
He looked at Grindelwald and said seriously.
"Now you first need to answer a question, whether this 'beggar chicken' can pay you for tomorrow's performance."
As a growing third-generation Dark Lord, Elena has a very deep understanding of this fickle and vicious old devil - if an agreement is not reached in advance, according to this old guy's character, he will definitely be able to do that kind of thing.
It is an act of going long to look at Shu, eating everything and not acknowledging the consequences.
Similar to this confrontation, the two have already had more than one round.
Even though the relationship between the two is closer now than when they were at Nurmengard Castle, neither Grindelwald nor Elena will show mercy when they can cheat each other - they will absolutely keep their promises and flexibly exploit each other.
The various loopholes in the rules belong to the tacit understanding between the demon kings.
"One beggar's chicken may not be enough."
Grindelwald smacked his lips without saying anything, touched his chin which had begun to have some small stubble, and said thoughtfully.
"Two!" Elena raised two fingers without hesitation and gave her price, "At most, add a stir-fried chicken offal and a large bowl of chicken blood soup - no more, I
You also have to have something to eat.”
"Three, half of the chicken is used to pay for the imitation signature, and the remaining two and a half are used to help you become Albus to deceive others."
Gellert Grindelwald shook his head and said seriously.
"If you guessed it right, I might have to show some magical abilities, right? If you just need to look like Albus, you can brew a polyjuice potion yourself and directly transform into his appearance to receive the reception.
The Lovegoods."
"It's a deal. However, you need to make a trip for the extra chicken yourself." Elena shrugged.
"This is too simple."
Grindelwald smiled slightly, took out his wand and waved it deftly in mid-air.
The next moment, a fat chicken with vegetable leaves (monthly tickets) in its mouth appeared out of thin air in the Hogwarts kitchen, making a panicked cooing sound. Before it could clearly see its surroundings, another dazzling light appeared.
A green light flashed across the kitchen.
The little fat chicken slumped to the ground silently.
For a spell master like Gellert Grindelwald, as long as he determines the location of the summoned object (steps carefully), it is really difficult to use a spell to summon an ordinary poultry that is less than a few hundred meters away from him.
It couldn't be easier.
Since the traces of the fox have been forged once before, there is no need to continue setting up the crime scene this time.
Just by simply forging Albus Dumbledore's signature, and helping Elena serve as a backdrop to host off-campus magazine editors, you can earn so many meals... The most important thing is,
To be able to participate in an important process that is changing the magical world.
For Gellert Grindelwald, it is really a good deal.
"After you finish cooking this little guy, let's find an empty classroom to discuss tomorrow's plan."
Grindelwald shook the clean chicken bones in his hand and said with a grin, his eyes shining brightly.
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