When the waiter brought the roasted chicken, he didn't cut all the pieces. He placed it whole on the table, and the ugly chicken head was pointed at the sheep. She was so frightened that she leaned back. Liu Yao immediately reached out to hold it. From her back, she asked urgently: "What's wrong?"
"Hey, don't be afraid." The old lady who ordered the tea also frowned and scolded the little boy, "Why are you so ignorant of the rules? There is no way for the chicken head to be pointed at the guests. Besides, this needs to be cut before serving. "
The little waiter was only about ten years old, with a silly and a bit arrogant look on his face, "Isn't this how we all serve food? Isn't it just because this little girl is delicate and weak, and the others have nothing to do with it." She’s so beautiful, but so timid.”
"What are you talking about?!" The tea-ordering mother-in-law was anxious.
"Mother-in-law, I've been like this these past few days. It's nothing, right?" The boy said stupidly, "If you are so particular, why not go to a big restaurant to eat. We are just a small teahouse with a small family..."
"Go, go." The old lady who ordered the tea no longer wanted to talk to her at all. She kept chasing him away, then came over again, pulling the little boy to the backyard. The tea-making mother-in-law quickly apologized to Yang Xianrong: "Don't be afraid, little girl. I'm a naive little guy. I've only been here a few days and I haven't learned the rules yet. Please forgive me."
Liu Yao wanted to slap the table, but Yang Xianrong held his hand down and shook his head gently.
This roasted chicken looks good, it is golden yellow, shiny and exudes a rich aroma.
The mother-in-law who ordered the tea had already picked up a pair of clean chopsticks, poked into the body of the chicken, and disassembled the whole chicken three times, five by two, and put in the chicken wings that Yang Xianrong wanted to eat just now. When it came to the plate in front of her, "Girl, try it, it's delicious. This is our signature Guli Xiang. It is marinated with 72 kinds of spices, then steamed in wooden barrels for twelve hours, and finally cooked." Heat the oil once to ensure that the chicken is tender and juicy, making it very delicious.”
"Oh oh oh." Yang Xianrong also picked up the chopsticks, picked up the chicken wings, put them in his mouth and took a small bite. As expected, the mellow meat texture and delicate taste were very pleasing to the eye. "Brother, this is really delicious. Eat that wing quickly."
Liu Yao couldn't take a bite at first, but when he saw Yang Xianrong eating happily, he couldn't help but take a bite with him. However, at this time, he could no longer taste anything delicious, because he couldn't eat it at all, and he even felt a little nauseous.
After Yang Xianrong finished eating the chicken wings, he ate another chicken leg. Then he put down his chopsticks and pursed his lips with satisfaction. The slightly juicy and red lips were a little bigger in front of Liu Yao's eyes, which made him have to He removed his eyes and looked at the gate of Prince Sima Ying's Mansion.
"Is this door so tightly closed? Why isn't there even a military guard at the door?" He was a bit speechless.
Yang Xianrong also wanted to eat another chicken leg. He was having a fierce ideological struggle and had no time to pay attention to him. The old woman who ordered the tea replied: "The palace of the King of Chengdu, tsk tsk tsk, has a black gate, and is as noble as the imperial city."
"Oh, yes." Only then did Liu Yao notice that the gate of Prince Sima Ying's Mansion was also made of black, a color exclusive to the royal family.
"He is so cruel to his wife that he just lost two brides. If he doesn't close the door, who will close the door?" The tea-making mother-in-law said with a bit of disdain, as if she didn't like Sima Ying very much.
"It seems that you went out the day before yesterday, right?" Yang Xianrong finally decided to stuff the other chicken drumstick into his mouth, and took a satisfied sip of hot tea to suppress the greasiness before joining in their conversation.
"Why don't you go to the palace and cry and complain about your grievances? Haha, none of these royal people are good."
"Oh, mother-in-law, please keep your voice down." Yang Xianrong wanted to grab the tea-making grandma's sleeves, but he knocked his chopsticks off the plate and was caught by the tea-making grandma just as he was about to hit the ground. .
"It's okay, everyone is saying that now." The tea-ordering mother-in-law rearranged the chopsticks, "Little girl, is this roast chicken not bad?"
"It's delicious, it's really delicious. I want to buy a few." Yang Xianrong started to dig out her purse. She took a hundred taels with her when she went out. She just spent some, and now she still has a lot, all of which were placed on the table.
"Hey..." The tea-making mother-in-law suddenly covered the money and whispered: "Little girl, don't expose your money, put it away quickly."
"Oh oh oh, mother-in-law, can I buy ten of them?" Yang Xianrong also whispered, looking so cute that her mother-in-law laughed when she ordered tea, and whispered: "Okay, okay."
One tael of silver per chicken was actually quite expensive, but Yang Xianrong was really rich. Even Liu Yao flattened his mouth and said nothing.
"Brother, you sit here and watch my roast chicken. My mother-in-law and I go in the back to pick out the roast chicken." Yang Xianrong looked happy and followed his mother-in-law who ordered tea to the backyard.
The backyard is a yard with a large patio. The left side seems to be where they live, and the right side is where the kitchen is. The place is small but also very lively. Because there are many people in the kitchen who are busy boiling water and cooking. Of course, since it was already past lunch time, it was now their time to eat, and there were people eating in twos and threes with their backs to the patio.
"Mother-in-law." The little boy came over just now, "This is..." He saw Yang Xianrong walking over, and still blushed slightly.
"The little girl wants to buy ten roast chickens. Please help her pick some fat ones and wrap them up." This was a big customer, so the old lady who ordered tea was quite happy.
"Okay." The young man looked at the kitchen, "Can you help me? I can't take that much by myself."
"Go." When the tea-making mother-in-law heard someone calling her in front of her to pour tea, she said to Yang Xianrong, "Just wait here and don't wander around. There are many stoves in the kitchen and it's dangerous."
"Yeah." Yang Xianrong nodded immediately and just stood under the eaves of the patio where he came from, "I'll wait here."
The young man greeted Youyou who was cooking medicine under the eaves. The two of them found a basket and went into the back kitchen. The young man did not forget to put his head in and shouted: "Little girl, do you want to cut this roasted chicken?"
"Ah? No, no, no." Yang Xianrong frowned. This little guy's brain is indeed not smart enough.
Picking ten roast chickens also takes a lot of effort. Yang Xianrong stood under the eaves of the corridor, looking at the medicine pot that had just been lit separately, using firewood. She walked over, looked at the not too strong fire and the medicine jar that was not moving at all, reached out and picked up a piece of wood from the side and threw it into the fire.
The fire immediately started to burn vigorously, and flames came out from around the medicine jar, which looked quite scary. She took two steps back, still looking at the clay pot.
Soon, the medicine jar couldn't withstand the high temperature and cracked.
