Parker went out carrying the oyster mushroom anxiously, and then entered the house with a short-winged bird drenched in soup chicken.
"Qing Qing helped me, this bird refused to eat." Parker put the bowl on the ground, grabbed the short-winged bird's neck, and broke its beak hard.
Bai Qingqing said cruelly, but his body immediately approached Parker, caught a flat mushroom and blew it, and stuffed it into the throat of the short-winged bird.
The short-winged bird called miserably for a long time.
It took a long time for the two to allow the bird to eat a few slices of oyster mushrooms, and Curtis, who was handling the food, finally returned.
Bai Qingqing felt bad when he saw Curtis' short-winged bird. After Curtis had gone for so long, the short-winged bird he brought back was covered with fluff.In other words, how did the feathers come out?
Please forgive the ignorance of a kitchen novice. Bai Qingqing has seen her mother make chickens many times. However, the chickens were killed when they were bought from the market. There is no need to kill the chickens themselves.
This short-winged bird, Curtis, also plucked hair, but only thick feathers, and many small fluffs could not be plucked.Bai Qingqing also went to pull it out for a while, and broke the bird's skin, but the hair could not be pulled out. She finally gave up.
She doesn't dare to eat hot pots made of such birds.Peel the bird's skin?But she likes to eat the chewy chicken skin most.
Curtis looked at the stone pot and estimated that the rice was already cooked. He said to Bai Qingqing: "If you don't want to eat, you won't eat it. I'll make other dishes for you. The rice is already cooked."
Parker also said: "Can't cook but roast, let's eat roast bird."
Bai Qingqing listened to Parker's words, and suddenly his eyes lit up and patted Parker's shoulder with excitement. "You are so smart, you can't cook, and there are other ways to eat."
Parker flicked his tail in complacency. "I'll bake it."
"No, no, you help me dig some silt by the river." Bai Qingqing said.
Parker looked at the river outside the house, puzzled and said: "What are you going to do with mud? Do you ape clan also ... eat mud?"
Bai Qingqing couldn't help but pursed his lips, "No, just use it. You help me dig a little bit of mud, and don't be too thin."
"Okay." Parker walked out obediently, the animal skin around his waist wet again, and Bai Qingqing was too late to stop it.
Bai Qingqing applied seasonings and salt to the belly of the bird while Parker was away. The outside of the bird was fluff, so she didn't put the seasoning.Then pour the bamboo rice into the stone bowl, mix it with the ingredients, and beat an egg in it, mix well and fill it into the belly of the bird.
Curtis smiled softly, rubbing Bai Qingqing's head indulgently, "playful."
Bai Qingqing looked up at Curtis in disapproval and said seriously: "I'm cooking seriously."
Curtis rubbed Bai Qingqing's head again.
Parker came back with the mud, and Bai Qingqing grabbed a handful of mud and put it on the bird.
"Qing Qing Fare!" Parker couldn't stop holding the mud in his hands, and sighed at the dirty food. "Aren't you most afraid of getting dirty?"
"Not afraid, there is hair outside." Bai Qingqing said and smeared mud on the bulging bird in his abdomen.It didn't take long for a bird to be wrapped in mud.
That's right, Bai Qingqing is called a chicken.
Although she hasn't done it before, she's seen in the TV series that Hong Qigong does not pluck the chicken and the chicken does not pluck.
No matter how prepared she is than a beggar, it should not be too bad.Even if it fails, as long as the belly of the bird is not stained, the rice inside is tainted with meat, it must be delicious.
The mud wrapped in birds was buried in the firewood by Bai Qingqing.Pleurotus ostreatus should not be left for a long time, so Bai Qingqing asked Parker to replace the stone pot with fresh water, boiled a pot of bird egg oyster mushroom fungus soup, and finally fried an egg with spinach.