Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1217, Section 1206: The Chicken King

What exactly does boiled cabbage look like, and what does it taste like?
The chubby girl was completely unable to leave, and her friends kept pulling her around, asking her all sorts of questions.

Fortunately, there aren't many customers right now, so she can slack off.

But there's a problem.

The chubby girl couldn't answer either; Master Xu hadn't made it, so she didn't know either.

All she knows is soup.

It's that pot of clear soup that's said to be made with "one piece of cabbage and two thousand cups of boiling water".

I've seen the chubby girl before.

"That soup is so complicated. I saw that first you have to make chicken broth, and then you have to mince the chicken and pork and put them into the broth to absorb the impurities. There are rules about which part of the meat to use to make the minced meat, when to add the pork and when to add the chicken, how many times to add them and in what order. It's extremely complicated."

"Anyway, after Master Xu finished, it really was just like clear water. Exactly the same, completely transparent."

"The soup is so delicious, so incredibly delicious. After taking one sip, I wish I could swallow my tongue whole."

She not only saw it.

She even drank it!!!

It's so enviable, I'm jealous, and I hate it!!

"You've all seen the food tour, right? The first episode featured the Liuba Xiaoyao Chicken from the mountain at the source of the Jialing River. It was incredibly colorful, with many different colors. The roosters were fierce, and the hens were plump and round. They could chase away eagles, climb trees, swim, and even catch fish. Do you remember?"

Everyone nodded in unison.

I've watched "A Bite of China" countless times, and the first episode is a must-watch. I was particularly impressed by the black chickens and spotted chickens on the mountain.

On the day it aired, it attracted so many people to Tianhan to play PUBG.

During the Flower Sea Food Festival, Liang Yue and Xiang Boming even bought black chicken as a local specialty, but unfortunately they didn't get to eat any. Instead, they gave it to their parents. It's said that the neighbor's kids were so envious when the chicken was stewed.

This is not a metaphor; the kid next door to Boming's house really cried and begged his grandma to bring him over so he could have a bowl of stewed chicken.

But why bring this up all of a sudden?

"There is actually a super powerful and fierce spotted chicken on that mountain. It is invincible and has killed seven black chickens under its claws. It has chased away two blood pheasants and four foxes. It has dominated an entire mountain peach forest and is known as the king of chickens, the Red Overlord."

They even took out their phones and found the photos.

It was indeed a beautiful rooster, with a bright red comb, a long, pointed beak, multicolored back feathers, and a glossy black tail with a metallic sheen.

The bright red feathers on its neck stood up, it had a scar on its face, and its eyes were extremely fierce.

It looks like it can really fight an eagle and peck a fox; it's no exaggeration to say that it has taken the lives of several chickens under its claws.

And it was huge, a whole size bigger than the other chickens in the background, it looked like it had eaten a really good meal.

Based on Xiang Boming's experience eating chicken, this chicken must weigh at least seven pounds.

It truly deserves to be called the king of chickens.

But the problem is, how did the chubby girl become a storyteller? Why is she talking about a chicken?

"The Red Tyrant and its twelve concubines, the whole family is in the pot right now."

puff! ! !
After all that buildup, with several chickens killed under his claws, he was a tyrant who ruled the forest.

I thought something was going to happen.

It went into the soup pot the next second.

The whole family, all together, ended up in the soup pot...

I don't even know where to begin venting my frustrations.

"But speaking of which, isn't chicken soup supposed to be made with a hen? Why did you put the Red King chicken in the pot too? Why use a rooster?"

Xiang Boming asked curiously.

The chubby girl shook her head, indicating she didn't know.

She just gossiped with her girlfriends.

Just then, someone from next door chimed in, "Want to know why you need a rooster to make stock?"

The voice sounded familiar. Xiang Boming turned his head and saw that the people at the next table weren't chatting at all; they were all eavesdropping.

Just like when they were eavesdropping on the neighbors next door this morning.

But they were listening openly.

The person who just spoke is the elderly man surnamed Liang who was bumped into by Liang Yue this morning.

"Do you know the reason behind this?" Xiang Boming asked curiously.

Old Liang nodded proudly, "Of course I know."

"Could you please tell me about it?" Xiang Boming continued to ask.

Old Liang turned to the chubby girl and said, "Girl, you just brought me a pork knuckle, right? Give me a piece too, and I'll tell you about it."

"This... I'm sorry, sir." The chubby girl shook her head repeatedly.

She'd be willing to save her share for her girlfriends, but she wouldn't give it to a stranger, especially since she didn't have any left.

Old Liang didn't mind and lowered his voice, saying, "I won't make things difficult for you. Go find Ruan Hetai and tell him that Liang Qiyuan wanted it. You didn't expect that, did you? I'm also someone with connections."

Upon hearing this, the chubby girl exclaimed "Ah!" and said, "You're Master Ruan's friend? Please wait a moment."

After saying that, he ran back to the kitchen in a flash.

Not long after, he came running back with a bowl in his hand.

There are two pieces of pork knuckle in the bowl.

It seems that old friend Liang has more influence than little chubby girl.

The chubby girl placed the pork knuckle on the table of Elder Liang and the others.

The other table was already impatient and started dividing the food among themselves. Six people shared two pieces, but it still wasn't enough.

Each person is only the size of two rice strips.

After putting it in their mouths, their expressions were all so enjoyable.

Liang Yue was shocked and whispered to Xiang Boming, "Their expressions are so strange."

Uncle Xiang glanced at her, understanding her meaning. "You did the same thing just now."

"Huh?" Liang Yue asked, puzzled, touching her cheek. "Really?"

Xiang Boming was absolutely certain, "I saw it."

After a long while, Old Liang chewed that piece of pork knuckle until it was completely stale before reluctantly swallowing it.

He sighed deeply: "Xu Ze, the Ghost Chef, truly lives up to his name. Excellent, excellent, what a fine braised pork knuckle."

"Bull's Braised Pork Knuckle? Is it made from cow?" Liang Yue had never heard of this dish before and asked curiously.

Old Liang laughed heartily and waved his hands repeatedly. “Niufu is a place name in Zigong, southern Sichuan. Niufu roasted pork knuckle is a specialty of Niufu Town. To make this dish, you have to roast it first, then steam it, then bake it again, and then stew it. When baking and stewing, you must use an earthenware oven, and the heat must be very high. If you cook it for a minute less, it will be tough; if you cook it for a minute more, it will be mushy. The broth and ingredients are all based on your taste buds and your memory. If you miss one ingredient or add one ingredient, you will lose the flavor.”

It's clear that Old Liang really likes this braised pork knuckle, and he also really enjoys commenting on it, casually revealing many intricacies of the dish.

Xiang Boming wished he could take out a pen and write it down.

Liang Yue seemed to suddenly realize, "So it's a place name, not made of beef, just like Chongqing Chicken Pot, which has nothing to do with Chongqing, but was invented by Zhang Chongqing, right?"

Old Liang couldn't help but laugh again, repeatedly agreeing.

The topic went further and further away.

Although the sound of braised pork knuckle is quite exciting, the taste is even more exciting.

But the reason I tricked them into giving me this pork knuckle was to hear about boiled cabbage in clear broth.

Listen to the legendary "boiled cabbage in clear broth"—the most exaggeratedly clear broth, as clear as water—and why is a whole rooster added?

I'm so curious!

Old Hou, relying on his good relationship with Old Liang, punched him directly, saying, "Old Liang, hurry up and tell me how to make rooster soup!"

"That rooster..." Old Liang chuckled, "is called 'One rooster to enhance freshness, twelve hens to replenish moisture'..."

(End of this chapter)