It was already midnight, and even the wild cats were too lazy to run. They found a warm eaves to sleep. The cafeteria was brightly lit in the late night, and black tentacles kept flying, forming a slightly terrifying picture.

Xu Lun first picked up a basin with a tentacle, and the basin was soaked for a period of time. This was prepared in advance by Xu Lun to meet the needs of different dishes, and it happened to be used today.

The essence of black-bone chicken rice lies in putting rice into the chicken's belly to cook it so that it can have the visual impact of the fragrant rice exposed by cutting the chicken. Then, the rice must naturally be put into the chicken's belly in advance.

Steaming rice requires a lot of water, and the water in the chicken itself is obviously not enough to support it. If untreated rice is directly put in, it is easy for the chicken to cook, but the rice is still raw.

After soaking in water, the rice absorbs enough moisture to make it easier to cook thoroughly.

While dealing with the rice, Xu Lun's other tentacles stared at the hollowed-out chicken.

In addition to the usual processing steps, the most important thing in rice dumplings is to remove the bones of the chicken.

Heguo supermarkets will definitely not provide such services, so Xu Lun needs to do it himself.

His two tentacles gently massaged the chicken, with the right force and accurate direction, just like treating his own lover.

“Simple massage of the meat will help make the meat tenderer and taste easier.”

Xu Lun explained briefly.

Sakamoto and Ma couldn't help but squint their eyes as if the skillful movements of the massage technicians during the health care period were heard, and they felt that their souls were about to fly out of the sky.

"Xu Sang, I seem to be very proficient in massage techniques. Please press me if you have time."

"Massage is not a difficult thing. As long as you master the joints and muscle structures of humans, you can rely on touch to relax your muscles, for example..."

The next moment...

Click—

Two tentacles quickly and accurately broke all the joints of the chicken, and the whole chicken collapsed.

"It seems that this chicken is usually a bit lacking in exercise and has a severe astringent feeling in its joints."

Xu Lun summarized it. He simply cut the flesh and blood in the joints a few times, and the whole chicken's skeleton was pushed out by tentacles, and even restored it on the chopping board to build the shape of a chicken's bone specimen.

"...I'll talk about the massage later."

Sakamoto and Ma shivered and touched their spine.

Fortunately, it's still there.

While dealing with the whole chicken, Xu Lun's own hands were not idle either. He took out the common seasonings for cooking chicken soup, including red dates, Codonopsis, Angelica sinensis, wolfberry, etc. from the cabinet, put them into a gauze bag, and carefully tied a knot.

Then, Xu Lun looked at the chicken skeleton on the chopping board.

"That's not it."

He moved the chicken skeleton apart and placed the spiritual core of the cuckoo demon.

The kitchen knife in his hand flipped, Xu Lun raised his knife and fell, and the pure black spiritual core was cut into small pieces of exactly the same size.

The small pieces of meat were mixed with the soaked rice, and then put them in some supermarkets to buy them, washed mushrooms.

Then, the tentacles put the mixture of rice and cuckoo meat into the boneless, and carefully sewed the body of most of the cut chickens, threaded the needle and sealed the hole.

At this time, after processing a tentacle of the chicken, a heavy pot was taken out from the cabinet under the kitchen counter.

It's a casserole.

Although modern kitchen utensils such as pressure cookers can cook food more easily and save time, the taste of iron will subtly affect the taste. Therefore, Xu Lun decided to use a traditional casserole.

Cut the scallions into sections, cut the radish into thick slices, Xu Lun put all of them into the casserole, add an appropriate amount of water and spice packs, then put the whole chicken into the casserole, drizzle some rice wine, put two tentacles on the stove, cover the pot, and simmer over high heat.

After a while, the water had boiled. Xu Lun changed the stove to medium heat, and a fragrance filled the canteen late at night.

Sakamoto and Ma, who were sitting at the table and playing with their phones boredly, were also attracted by the fragrance. They raised their heads a little and looked at the steaming casserole.

"How long will it take?"

Although I had a bowl of ramen in the evening, after all the trouble, Sakamoto and Ma were indeed hungry.

"The time before waiting for the food is also worth cherishing, Sakamoto-kun."

Xu Lun was cleaning the kitchen counter, working together to wash the kitchen utensils and put them back to their original position.

After doing all this, he sat down, holding a book explaining cooking recipes in his hand, and quietly reading.

For Chinese people, chicken soup is not just ordinary stewed soup.

If you are sick, you have to drink chicken soup, if you have children, you have to drink chicken soup, if you drink chicken soup in winter, and in summer, if you talk about the most common soup, then chicken soup must be on the list.

This kind of cheap, affordable and rich flavored soup has embraced the care of countless elders for their younger generations. In the era of the Internet, it has even become a popular word and derived many uses.

Xu Lun remembered that his father also liked to stew chicken soup, not for other reasons, but because chicken was cheap.

Moreover, chicken soup can be used to cook noodles and rice.

When he was the poorest, Xu Lun remembered that the father and son had eaten a pot of chicken soup for three days, and halfway down the meatballs without meat, lunch meat, crab sticks with only flour, etc., and cooked them into hot pot, and in the end the chicken tasted no longer.

"Xu Sang's expression just now was a little gentle. Did he think of something good?"

Sakamoto and Ma giggled.

"It's almost done."

Xu Lun did not answer, but stood up.

He opened the lid and sprinkled salt for the final seasoning. Just that moment he opened the lid, an extremely strong fragrance burst out.

The dishes with strange ingredients are added. Although they don’t look much different from ordinary dishes in appearance, after Xu Lun’s conditioning, the taste and aroma are very different, and they also have some special properties.

After all, tasting a weird dish is tasting a life.

What kind of taste does it have? It is comparable to the flavors of life.

"Can you eat it? Can you eat it?"

Sakamoto and Ma couldn't wait to knock on the bowl and look at the steaming casserole, like a puppy shaking his tail hard.

Or Akita.

"alright."

After putting the salt, Xu Lun waited for a while before turning off the fire on the stove, directly picked up the casserole with his tentacles and placed it on the insulation pad of the table.

Tentacles have good resistance to high and low temperatures and are suitable for these tasks.

"You said, will there be any scene of radiance and gongs ascending to heaven after opening the lid of the pot?"

Sakamoto and Ma asked with interest.

"Hasn't you not watched "Jin O'er"?"

Xu Lun glanced at the yellow-haired receptionist opposite, and before he could explain, he opened the lid of the pot.

There is no special light and shadow effect.

In the huge casserole, there was only one chicken lying quietly in the middle of the soup made by the radish, green onions and spices.

However, the originally white chicken turned black.
Chapter completed!