Chapter 741 737. Nosebleed
It’s different here, here we are just for the sake of delicious food.

While we were chatting, Master Lin had finished marinating the chicken.

Just one step left.

But before doing it, Master Lin asked Luo Shaoan a question: "Do you know what chicken jelly is?"

"Gel? For applying to hair?" This was the only thing Luo Shaoan could think of when he mentioned jelly. This must be wrong. "I also know about curry."

Master Lin smiled and shook his head. “In Guangdong, only boiled chicken with chicken jelly is considered a successful boiled chicken.”

Still no word on what the jelly is.

Because it's a demonstration.

Master Lin scooped the chicken soup used to soak the chicken into a large basin and poured half a basin of ice into the basin.

Put ice cubes in hot soup???
Luo Shaoan was wondering.

Then Master Lin was seen picking up the chicken with tongs.

At this time, the skin of the penis is oily and yellow, and it feels tight when poked.

The color is beautiful, golden legend.

After taking it out, put it directly into the chicken soup with ice cubes.

"After soaking in high temperature and low temperature, the juice in the chicken will condense quickly and the chicken juice will not be lost."

"The most important thing is that it can form chicken jelly."

After Master Lin strengthened his strength.

Soak the chicken in ice water for about ten minutes.

Lift it up and cut it along the base of the thigh.

If you turn over the broken surface, you can see a layer of transparent, gelatinous substance formed between the skin and the flesh, similar to jelly.

"This is chicken jelly," said Master Lin, pointing at the layer of jelly. "This is the real original flavor."

Cut into pieces and serve on a plate, then divide and eat.

Luo Shaoan picked up a piece of boiled chicken and first scooped a dollop of the chicken jelly that Master Lin had been bragging about for a long time into his mouth.

Take a sip.

Fresh, rich freshness, as if all the freshness of the whole chicken has melted into this slippery chicken jelly.

Pick up the chicken and tear off a strip.

The first bite only took off the chicken skin.

Oh my god, the chicken skin is so delicious, firm and elastic, rolled on the tongue and teeth, and dancing in the mouth as you chew, it is very interesting.

Next came the chicken, which burst with rich juices when you took a bite. It retained its natural juices while reaching the perfect state of being cooked but not overcooked.

Every bite is tender and juicy, the chicken melts in your mouth, releasing a deep meaty aroma.

I don’t know if it’s the characteristics of the Xiaoyao Chicken itself or the effect of Master Lin’s craftsmanship.

Or both.

The texture of the chicken is neither too soft nor too tough, but just the right tenderness that makes people want to eat one bite after another.

Luo Shaoan swallowed the chicken in a few bites, not even leaving the bones. He held the chicken bone in his mouth and sucked hard. The rich and delicious taste spread in his mouth, adding a touch of depth to the overall flavor.

Sure enough, bones all have smell.

Luo Shaoan chewed the bones until they were tasteless and then reluctantly spit them out.

After spitting it out, he immediately gave a thumbs up, "Master Lin, your white-cut chicken is absolutely amazing. Guangdong chicken is indeed the best in the world!"

Master Lin was happy.

The other two chefs were not too happy.

He glanced at Luo Shaoan, as if looking at which piece of meat was thick.

Luo Shaoan felt the gaze and immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing and should not have said first.

Try to make up for it quickly...try to make up for it...but can’t find any.

It didn't come up with any clever ideas in such a hurry.

Fortunately, Old Man Cheng "rescued" Luo Shaoan.

"The stewed chicken should be ready." Old Man Cheng muttered, then stood up and lifted the lid of the pot on the stove.

He poked it with chopsticks and said happily, "That's great."

Pour the Gastrodia elata stewed chicken into a large bowl.

When it was served on the table, everyone took a look.

The black chicken is worthy of being called a black chicken.

The skin, meat and bones are black, and only the soup is clear with a layer of oil floating on it.

delicious.

Old man Cheng picked up a spoon, served a bowl to each person, and repeatedly said, "Try it, everyone, try it, it's very nutritious."

Luo Shaoan picked up the spoon and tasted the soup first.

One word to describe it: delicious.

Delicious with a hint of sweetness.

It clearly didn't contain red dates or rock sugar, so how could it be sweet? Luo Shaoan took another sip, two sips, and savored it slowly, discovering that it was slightly sweet and had a hint of fruity aroma.

He picked up another piece of chicken and took a bite.

Hmm, it’s not cooked enough, it’s a bit chewy.

Mr. Cheng’s cooking skills are only good enough to cook the chicken well, relying purely on the quality of the chicken itself.

Closer to the taste of the ingredients themselves.

Luo Shaoan gnawed on the chicken, chewing and chewing, and he ate several pieces in a row.

Old man Cheng really took care of him, and the bowl was full of meat.

As Luo Shaoan chewed, he found that the fruity aroma became more obvious.

He exclaimed in surprise: "This chicken really tastes like fruit..."

Before he could finish his words, he felt his nose getting hot and something came out.

Reach out and wipe, your hands are all red.

People were stunned, "Ah, I have a nosebleed."

There was a panic at the dinner table. Several elders came over in a hurry, some taking out paper, some taking out handkerchiefs.

In the end, it was Old Man Cheng, who was experienced, who pulled Luo Shaoan to the faucet.

"Wash first. Rinse with cold water. Apply cold water to your forehead and neck. After a while, lift your head and look at the sky."

After a busy work.

Luo Shaoan had two pieces of paper stuffed in his nostrils and his head was held high.

Just like the chicken in the pot, when it was still alive.

It's so funny.

Old Man Cheng slapped his thigh and laughed, "What did I say? This chicken is very nutritious. The kid has a lot of blood and yang energy. He can't bear it if he eats too much."

This scene is more effective than any advertisement.

Master Lin couldn't help but pick up the bowl and take a few more sips.

The Cantonese people love food supplements the most.
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When this scene appeared, Liang Yue and the others didn't react much.

I just thought it was funny and laughed.

But those Guangdong gourmets who came to watch the show because of Master Lin couldn't bear it anymore.

They immediately picked up their phones and showed their skills. "Hey, so-and-so, look for someone. There is a place called Lueyang in Tianhan. There are black chickens on the mountain. Let's get two."

By the way, Old Man Cheng mentioned earlier that his nephew has a group...
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In one phone call after another.

The first episode of "Searching for Taste" is coming to an end.

As this is a program produced for the first time and also the first episode, how can we not end it with an explosive shot?

After finishing this very long lunch.

Old Man Cheng looked at the time and said it was almost time to feed the chickens.

The chickens he raised, and the wild fruits, hazelnuts, medicinal herbs, small insects and grass seeds he found in the mountains were just snacks.

They also need to be fed twice a day.

Luo Shaoan helped Old Man Cheng carry two large bags, each containing fifty kilograms of grain, out of the small warehouse.

When you open it, you will see corn bran, bran, rice bran and other things mixed together.

It's all food.

The two men each dragged a bag and scattered them all on the gentle slope in front of Old Man Cheng's house.

Then, Old Man Cheng waved his hand and asked Luo Shaoan to go back into the house.

He walked to the slope behind the house with his hands behind his back.

His little Hu Zi followed him, wagging his tail.

Ding ding ding~ Ding ding ding~~
Old Man Cheng picked up a broken iron basin and a small stick from somewhere and started to hit it violently.

The harsh sound spread far away in the quiet forest.

His dog Huzi perked up his ears when Old Man Cheng picked up the basin.

As soon as it heard the noise, it ran away with its tail between its legs.

The owner doesn't want it anymore.

After knocking the ball, Old Man Cheng threw the basin away and ran back with his head in his hands.

What is going on???
Then, the most shocking scene appeared.

Small dots appeared from the distant mountains.

They were getting closer and closer, bigger and bigger, and more and more numerous, black, yellow, and colorful, forming lines and patches.

The sound of flapping wings was getting closer and louder, until it was deafening.

It was a flock of chickens, flying directly out from the forest.

These are not chickens, they are a group of bombers.

Covering the sky and blocking out the sun, endless...

(End of this chapter)