Chapter 739. Famous in Bashu for 735 Miles, Tastiest in Jiangnan Provinces

last of the last.

Master Xu poured the sauce over the chicken.

He picked up the plate and held it in front of everyone.

"Dazhou Chicken, please try it."

on the screen.

Click, and two lines of big words are typed out.

[The name is known throughout Sichuan and Bashu, and its flavor is better than that of the twelve states in the south of the Yangtze River]

At this moment, Master Xu's thin figure seemed tall and big.

Luo Shaoan had prepared a large handful of chopsticks and gave each person a pair.

He also picked up a pair and waited for the elders to finish picking them up.

Immediately pick up a piece.

He adjusted it when cutting, especially the thickest part of the chicken thigh.

When I picked it up, the chicken shook slightly twice at the tip of the chopsticks. What is this called? This is called elasticity.

Luo Shaoan put the chicken into his mouth and took a gentle bite.

As expected, the chicken was tender, extremely tender.

But it is tender and smooth yet chewy.

Two almost contradictory tastes are combined in this chicken.

Weird, really weird.

After the teeth have enjoyed themselves, it is the lips' turn.

The numbness brought by a large amount of peppercorns makes the lips vibrate as if an electric current was passing through them.

Saliva is flowing.

This is also the origin of the name of Saliva Chicken.

Next is the deliciousness of the chicken itself, the spicy and sweet taste brought by the seasonings, and the spiciness from the chili oil and chili peppers.

Sour, sweet, salty, fresh, spicy, five flavors and one more, six flavors mixed together, every bite is fresh and every bite has a new feeling.

Luo Shaoan chewed rapidly in his mouth, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes from the spicy taste and his lips felt numb like sausages.

Still taking food from the plate.

I couldn't help it at all.

Old Man Cheng’s side is more interesting.

His expression changed with every chew, and he kept uttering exclamations.

The first bite, eyes widened, "Hmm~~Ahhh~~"

The second bite, the corners of his mouth twitched, his eyebrows trembled, "Wow wow wow~~"

The third bite, his eyebrows and eyes were smiling, and the wrinkles on his forehead were dancing, "This, this, this..."

After eating five or six pieces in a row, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Master Xu in shock, "Is this made from my chicken?"

Master Xu smiled reservedly when he said this, "Didn't you see it, brother?"

Master Lin also put down his chopsticks and gave Old Man Cheng a thumbs up, "Brother Cheng's chickens are really good."

After praising the chicken, Master Lin turned to Master Xu and clasped his hands, "I haven't tasted Master Xu's mouth-watering chicken for several years. After tasting it today, I can see that Master Xu's cooking skills have improved. It is truly the best in Sichuan Province."

Master Xu still smiled reservedly and waved his hands, but he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, and said excitedly, "I don't deserve it. It's mainly because Brother Cheng's chicken is good. With such top-notch ingredients, I feel inspired when I cook."

It can be seen that he was very happy.

Master Wang shook his head and said, "Xiao Xu, your idea is good, but it's too troublesome and unnecessary."

Ruining the atmosphere.

Master Xu was unhappy. "Old Wang, do you understand the relationship between the ruler and his ministers? A wise ruler needs wise ministers to assist him. Top-quality ingredients require top-quality ingredients. Don't waste them."

Master Wang glared at him and said, "What do you mean by wasting things? Who can make yours at home? You are so picky. How many people can eat it? Look, I'll make one for you."

After saying that, Master Wang went to the stove and picked up the other half of the chicken.

The dish I make is still the mouth-watering chicken, and the general process is the same as Master Xu’s.

It is better to boil the chicken first, rinse it with cold water, cut it, and then pour the sauce on it.

But the steps and materials.

Cut it with great force.

The seasonings used are those in Old Man Cheng’s kitchen.

Only onions, ginger and peppercorns are used to cook the chicken.

No ice in the water, just plain water.

The sauce only uses chili oil, soy sauce, vinegar, sugar, salt and a little sesame oil. Cut into pieces, put on a plate, pour the sauce on it, and finally sprinkle with chopped green onions, minced garlic, crushed peanuts and sesame seeds.

"Come on, try again."

The mouth-watering chicken made by Master Wang looks similar to that made by Master Xu.

As for the taste...

Luo Shaoan quickly picked up a piece, put it in his mouth and took a bite.

The taste is similar, but Luo Shaoan can't tell the difference anyway.

The taste... um, it feels about the same. Strictly speaking, it's just a little bit different. Every aspect is a little bit different, so I can't tell where the difference is.

Luo Shaoan asked himself, if there was no previous comparison, he would not be able to tell the difference at all.

Luo Shaoan finished tasting it and said nothing.

Old man Cheng's eyebrows twitched and frowned, one after another, with a look of surprise and confusion on his face.

After eating several pieces, he put down his chopsticks and said in surprise, "It's a little different, but I don't know where it's different."

Lao Zhou nodded, feeling the same way.

Master Xu put down his chopsticks after tasting one piece, shook his head slightly and sighed.

Finally, only Master Lin was left.

Master Lin folded his hands and thought for a long time. Finally, he looked at Old Man Cheng and said with a smile, "I feel that Brother Cheng's chicken is really good again. It really has a fruity aroma. The chicken meat is naturally blended with the sweetness of wild fruits. It is absolutely beautiful."

Master Xu chuckled when he heard this, then quickly coughed twice and covered his mouth with his hands.

But the corners of my eyes and crow's feet are all happy.

Not praising the cooking skills, but only praising the chicken, the meaning is very clear...

And on the edge.

"Ah?" Luo Shaoan tilted his head with a confused look on his face, "Does it taste like fruit?"

He didn't taste it.

Lao Zhou also shook his head. "My tongue is not good enough. I don't have that ability. I should be able to taste it when the boiled chicken is cooked."

As he said this, he stared at the boiling pot of soup with anticipation.
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Still in front of the TV, Liang Yue drooled countless times today, and said again: "I want to eat something..."

The cigarette went back halfway through the conversation.

He also burped.

He looked at the mess on the coffee table in front of him and rubbed his stomach.

just forget it.

Liang Yue had eaten dinner before watching the show, and now she had two sugar dumplings, two servings of fried mushrooms, a plate of potato chips, a plate of spicy chicken wings, and two bowls of lotus seed and white fungus soup.

There were also two portions of roast goose delivered midway.

There is almost nothing left.

Two-thirds of it went into Liang Yue's stomach.

The calorie content of midnight snack is definitely excessive.

Forget it.

She considered it, but Xiang Boming didn't.

Xiang Boming has been very busy since he started cooking. He sits on the coffee table with a big notebook and takes notes, for fear of missing anything.

Just now when Master Xu was making the mouth-watering chicken, he was almost in despair.

You can’t learn it, you really can’t learn it.

When it came to Master Wang, he wrote very quickly and smoothly.

I finally understand why Master Wang, a chef without any title, would work with Lin and Xu.

It turns out that Master Wang is good at making delicious food using simple methods and making do with what is available.

A little trick and a little technique during cooking benefited Xiang Boming a lot and opened his eyes to the world.

So this is possible.

Simply put, the feeling that Xu and Lin give people is that the money still needs to be earned by others, and based on their craftsmanship alone, they deserve whatever money they are charged.

As for Master Wang, the true teaching is just one word, while the false teaching is ten thousand books. Following the old man's method, it seems that I can do it too.

Xiang Boming rubbed his hands happily. He really wanted to open the refrigerator right now, thaw the chicken, and do it himself.

No, no.

Hold it in.

Master Lin's pot of soup looks almost ready...

(End of this chapter)