The dish is, of course, the famous Hua Hua Chicken in China.
Qin Li has not tried before, in the city where there are conditions to fire a barbecue ah. Even if the police don't come looking for you, the Chengguan will come! Most go to the restaurant to try fresh, but the restaurant's eating method is the improved hardcover version, generally hiding spices in the chicken belly, plug this plug that, delicious is delicious, is no longer original.
The mountain conditions are limited, but it is just the right way to try the soil handed down from the ancestors.
Qin Li found firewood, wrapped it in a layer, went to the lake fished a handful of wet mud, and lived on it.
She dug a hole in the ground with a shovel, buried the chicken in it, spread a layer of wood, and made a fire on it.
Yan Sen felt novel and asked, "Don't you need salt?"
Qin Li shook his head, "No need."
The more Yan Sen looked, the more amazed, the first time to see the soil live on the chicken, what is the principle? Does mud smell? It can't be, the mud in the lake is nothing but moisture! Also, how can this chicken taste good without salt? At least he couldn't imagine what it would taste like.
With a belly full of questions, he watched Qin Li without saying a word, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, how profound is the Chinese eating culture? Since Qin Li came to the present, every day is not the same, and he also follows to refresh his outlook on life.
After ten minutes or so, when the flames were strong, Qin Li opened the wood with a branch and poked it in. The mud is almost dried out, but I don't know what's going on inside. But considering that the soil is an insulator, it should take a little time for it to heat evenly.
So Qin Li waited patiently for another twenty minutes.
She pulled the mud out of the ground, and Yan Sen leaned close to his face and took a deep breath. However, he could not help being disappointed, except for the dry, earthy smell, there was nothing else.
Finally, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "What are you doing?"
Qin Li said, "Do food."
"I know, but what is this? Why is it covered with dirt?"
Qin Li said, "This is called flower chicken, there is an allusion." Once upon a time, a man named Hanzi got a chicken. He had no spices or POTS and pans, so he had to smother the chicken and bury it in the fire with its fur and roast it."
Yan Sen asked, "Is it delicious?"
Qin Li nodded.
Yan Sen was dubious.
The wet mud had been roasted dry, Qin Li hit the ground hard, and immediately split a crack, and a ray of hot gas drilled out, but also with an attractive smell of meat.
Qin Li hit it hard several times, and the mud shell immediately broke into pieces, and the feathers fell off with the mud, revealing the chicken inside.
This aromatic, chicken has been completely cooked, Qin Li blowing the wind, at the risk of being burned, tears a leg down to Yan Sen.
Yan Sen was the taste out of the saliva, could not wait to bite down, and immediately groaned out, the wife is too delicious!
This is completely different from the taste of roasted chicken wings a few days ago, there is no burning outside and tender inside, but the skin is tender and the meat melts in the mouth. The texture of the chicken is fat and tender, and it is delicious enough without seasonings.
Qin Li asked, "What about it? Is it good?"
Yan Sen didn't have time to answer, he gobbled up the meat on the chicken leg without taking a few bites.
The smell of roast chicken attracted black, Qin Li threw chicken skin chicken butt, and chicken entrails into it, black swallowed it, and then put out his tongue to see two people.
The pheasants were twice as big as the native chickens, but Yan Sen still destroyed half of them at the speed of the storm, and after stuffing his stomach, he drank a sip of beer with satisfaction.
Yan Sen tore up a chicken breast and gave it to Xiaohei. "I like China because there are so many delicious foods in China," he said.
The little black cried approval from one side.
"Chinese food culture is extensive and profound," Qin said. "I'm not a chef. I'm just a hobby, so I only know a little about it."
Yan Sen said in surprise, "Really? For me, fur is good enough. I will go to China once I have the chance."
Qin Li said, "As long as you come, I will take you to taste delicious food and eat all over China."
Yan Sen was not born a foodie, but under the drive of Qin Li, he also has a yearning and pursuit of food.
He thought of the chicken he had just called and asked himself, "What else is there to eat on the mountain?"
There were too many good things to eat, usually all kinds of game, but today she had seen that hunting was not so easy. But for meat, what is there in the mountains? Qin Li was not familiar with the mountains, so he could not think of them at the moment.
She did not answer, "What do the mountains generally produce?"
Yan Sen thought for a moment, "Every rainy season, I go to the forest to pick mushrooms."
He was hesitant because he didn't know if mushrooms were delicious.
Qin Li asked, "What kind of mushrooms are there?"
Yan Sen, "Mostly porcini."
Fresh porcini mushrooms, Qin Li has not seen, the domestic food stores, most of them have been dried.
The porcini was fried and roasted, and it should be very delicious, so he asked excitedly, "Why don't we go and pick mushrooms?"
Yan Sen said, "The weather is too dry these days. We have to wait until it rains."
***
When it rains... For this sentence, Qin Li took Yan Sen's cigarettes, inserted three in the ground every day, and asked for rain once.
Looking at the cigarettes in the cigarette box less, Yan Sen is very painful, a total of only ten packs of cigarettes, calculated to smoke a good two days, just can maintain until the mountain. She got a week's worth of him in one day!
If God were to stop crying, he would.
Three days later, God finally heard Qin Li's prayer, and it rained for a week.
Qin Li stood at the door of the window, looking at the thundering sky, and smiled into a flower.
The weekend after the rain stopped, Yan Sen did not have to go out to the farm, the day was not clear, so Qin Li went to lift Yan Sen's bed.
She made Yan Sen laugh and cry, saying, "Those mushrooms do not have long legs when they can not run away."
After breakfast combing, finally on the road, Qin Li all the way humming. Life on the mountain was so dull that little amusements like this could keep her happy for half the day.
The mountain is very quiet, and from time to time hear bird calls, because these days the humidity in the air is very high, even if the rain stops, the ground is still wet, and walking a foot splashed a foot mud.
It's August. It's autumn in a month, and they'll be out of here. Now the climate is not as hot as June and July, and the sunshine time is gradually shortened, and it is dark at nine o 'clock at the latest.
The late summer season is wet and rainy, which is the most suitable for mushroom growth, maybe when one of the dead leaves is buried under a mushroom.
No one goes to the mountains to pick mushrooms, there's no competition, and supply exceeds demand.
After a few days of rain moisture, mushrooms like bamboo shoots after the rain, have emerged. There are edible mushrooms, there are poisonous mushrooms, red and white dots, deep purple, bright yellow... In short, the brighter the color, the more toxic it is.
Yan Sen soon found a boletus, a large and full, mushroom umbrella has not been fully opened, tightly wrapped, and looking very fresh.
When Qin Li heard him say that he had found it, he immediately jumped in front of him, and while taking the mushroom, he said, "Let me see, what does the porcini look like?"
There are many kinds of porcini, there are red dot porcini, there are brown cover porcini and spruce porcini... Most boletuses are not poisonous.
Qin Li picked up a dead branch in her hand, and after a long walk, she finally found her first boletus.
However, the most exciting thing for her is not the boletus, but a matsutake next to the boletus! Oh, Ward, this is such a surprise. It's turning her on.
Yan Sen didn't know matsutake and asked uncertainly, "Are you sure this is edible?"
Qin Li nodded ecstatically, if she only knew one kind of mushroom in this life, it must be matsutake.
Her ex-husband is a restaurant and often goes to the Xizang side of the purchase, once took her to go, along with the tour. Two people at the foot of the mountain wandering, found that there were mountain people carrying baskets to sell matsutake, super cheap. The one with the umbrella open is 40 yuan a catty, and the one who hasn't opened the umbrella is 50 yuan a catty. You know, in big cities, the price of matsutake, like real estate, has been stir-fried to incredible heights.
At that time, Sun Yi immediately bought all the matsutake and found a local guide the next day to go to the mountains to experience matsutake harvesting.
So, she can't mistake matsutake for anything.
But Yan Sen did not know these, or was not at ease, reminding her, "Some mushrooms are very toxic, eat will be dead."
Qin Li patted his chest and vowed, "Don't worry, this will be eaten to death, you will come to me as a ghost."
Yan Sen, "..."
It turned out that matsutake was also grown on the European continent, and she had always thought that like bamboo forests, it was a specialty of Asia. The thought of matsutake fried in the oil is delicious, my mouth is left.
She stuffed the matsutake she had found into Yan Sen's hand and said, "Look for it like this, quickly!"
Unlike boletus, matsutake is a social plant, meaning that one plant is usually found in one place, and there may be a second or third plant around it.
Yan Sen called, "Li, here."
Qin Li immediately dropped the half-found fungus pond and ran to it, only to see a pair of twin matsutake mushrooms growing under the leaves next to the roots. After picking up the leaves, a fresh fragrance of mushrooms immediately floated out. Fat dome, and strong stalk, this is undoubtedly top quality ah, the key is a pair!
It was so easy to get it from nowhere.
Qin Li carefully cut the matsutake and put it in the basket, smiling almost from ear to ear.
This forest is full of treasures!
For matsutake to continue to grow and not destroy its pond, it is necessary to put its roots back in place, so that the next year will be more prosperous.
After spending the morning in the woods, they picked at least five or six kilograms, which were too large for either basket and went home satisfied.
Yan Sen asked, "What's for dinner tonight?"
Qin Li, "Fried matsutake with butter, steamed egg with matsutake, clear soup with matsutake, in short, matsutake tube is full tonight!"
After returning home, Qin Li can't wait to start cleaning matsutake.
This matsutake is very clean, there is no need to wash them in water fresh mushrooms can not be washed, and once encountered water will easily rot. To clean up, just scrape the dirt off the surface with a knife and rub it slightly with a paper towel.
She cut the matsutake into slices, too thin and easy to burn, too thick not easy to cook, so the thickness must be appropriate. When she was done, she cut a small piece of butter and put it in the pan.
As the temperature rises, the butter melts and sizzles, then add the sliced matsutake. The butter itself is salty, and the matsutake itself has a strong smell, so there is no need to add other spices.
After the matsutake is fried, part of the water evaporates, the stalks curl up, and the fragrance is overflowing. Qin Li couldn't wait to fork a piece out to his mouth and swallow it in one gulp.
Wow, can't help but taste delicious, the taste is smooth smooth, can be called the best.
Yan Sen has never eaten such a delicious mushroom, eating a bite can not stop, even their beef mushroom do not.
While chewing, Qin Li mumbled, "Tomorrow we will go to the forest again!"
Yan Sen silently nodded, well, to have a feast, even if it is what poison mushroom, he also gave it up!