Chapter 157
Parker went out with the oyster mushrooms and came into the house with a short winged bird drenched in water.
"Qingqing, help me. The bird won't eat it." Parker put the bowl on the ground, grabbed the short winged bird's neck and broke its beak hard.
Bai Qingqing said cruelly in the dark, but her body immediately went to Parker's side, picked up a mushroom, blew it, and stuffed it into the short winged bird's throat.
The short winged bird bleated for a long time.
It took them a long time to make the bird eat a few pieces of oyster mushrooms, when Curtis, who was handling the food, finally came back.
Bai Qingqing felt bad when she saw the short winged bird that Curtis had brought back. Curtis had gone for so long, but the short winged bird brought back was covered with fluffy hair. In other words, how can chicken feather be pulled out?
Please forgive the ignorance of a novice in the kitchen. Bai Qingqing watched her mother cook chicken many times. However, the chicken was killed when she bought it from the market. She didn't need to kill her own chicken at all.
Curtis, the short winged bird, has also plucked its feathers, but only the long and thick feathers, and many small fluff can not be pulled out. Bai Qingqing also went to pull it out for a while and broke the bird's skin. However, the fur could not be pulled out completely. She finally gave up.
She doesn't dare to eat such a hot pot made of birds. Peel off the bird's skin? But she likes eating chewy chicken skin best. What's the smell of peeling off the skin?
Curtis looked at the eye stone pot and estimated that the rice was well cooked. He said to Bai Qingqing, "if you don't want to eat, you won't eat it. I'll cook you other dishes. The rice is already cooked."
Parker also said, "we can't cook and roast. Let's eat roast birds."
Bai Qingqing listened to Parker's words, and suddenly her eyes brightened. She patted Parker's shoulder excitedly. "You are so smart that you can't cook. There are other ways to eat."
Parker wagged his tail complacently. "I'll bake it."
"No, no, no, no, you help me dig some mud by the river." Baiqingqing road.
Parker looked at the river outside the house, puzzled: "what do you want mud for? You ape people also Eating mud
Bai Qingqing couldn't help but chuckle, "no, just use it. You help me dig a bit of clean mud, and don't be too thin. "
"All right." Parker obediently went out, and the skin on his waist was wet again. Bai Qingqing couldn't stop it.
Bai Qingqing took advantage of Parker's departure time to spread seasoning and salt to the bird's abdomen. The outside of the bird was fluffy, so she didn't put the seasoning. Then he poured the rice into a stone bowl, mixed with seasonings, and beat an egg into it. After mixing, it was filled into the bird's belly.
Curtis gently smiles, fondly rubs Bai Qingqing's head, "be fond of playing."
Bai Qingqing looked up at Curtis in defiance and solemnly said, "I am cooking seriously."
Curtis rubbed Bai Qingqing's head again.
Parker came back with the mud, and Bai Qingqing grabbed a handful of mud and pasted it on the bird.
"Farewell, Qingqing!" Parker, holding mud in his hands, couldn't stop it. Looking at the dirty food, he sighed, "aren't you afraid of being dirty?"
"No, it's hairy outside." Bai Qingqing said and wiped mud on the bulging bird. Before long, a bird was wrapped in the mud.
That's right. Bai Qingqing is making a beggar's chicken.
Although she has not done it, she has seen it in the TV series that Hong Qigong does not pluck the chicken and roasts it on the mud, which is not as delicious as before.
She is more well prepared than a beggar. She should not be too bad. Even if it fails, as long as the belly of the bird is not soiled and the rice inside is stained with meat, it must be delicious.
The mud ball wrapped with birds is tightly buried in the firewood by baiqingqing. Oyster mushrooms can't be kept for a long time. Bai Qingqing asked Parker to change the stone pot with water, boil a pot of bird's eggs, oyster mushroom and fungus soup, and finally fried an egg with spinach.
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"Qingqing, help me. The bird won't eat it." Parker put the bowl on the ground, grabbed the short winged bird's neck and broke its beak hard.
Bai Qingqing said cruelly in the dark, but her body immediately went to Parker's side, picked up a mushroom, blew it, and stuffed it into the short winged bird's throat.
The short winged bird bleated for a long time.
It took them a long time to make the bird eat a few pieces of oyster mushrooms, when Curtis, who was handling the food, finally came back.
Bai Qingqing felt bad when she saw the short winged bird that Curtis had brought back. Curtis had gone for so long, but the short winged bird brought back was covered with fluffy hair. In other words, how can chicken feather be pulled out?
Please forgive the ignorance of a novice in the kitchen. Bai Qingqing watched her mother cook chicken many times. However, the chicken was killed when she bought it from the market. She didn't need to kill her own chicken at all.
Curtis, the short winged bird, has also plucked its feathers, but only the long and thick feathers, and many small fluff can not be pulled out. Bai Qingqing also went to pull it out for a while and broke the bird's skin. However, the fur could not be pulled out completely. She finally gave up.
She doesn't dare to eat such a hot pot made of birds. Peel off the bird's skin? But she likes eating chewy chicken skin best. What's the smell of peeling off the skin?
Curtis looked at the eye stone pot and estimated that the rice was well cooked. He said to Bai Qingqing, "if you don't want to eat, you won't eat it. I'll cook you other dishes. The rice is already cooked."
Parker also said, "we can't cook and roast. Let's eat roast birds."
Bai Qingqing listened to Parker's words, and suddenly her eyes brightened. She patted Parker's shoulder excitedly. "You are so smart that you can't cook. There are other ways to eat."
Parker wagged his tail complacently. "I'll bake it."
"No, no, no, no, you help me dig some mud by the river." Baiqingqing road.
Parker looked at the river outside the house, puzzled: "what do you want mud for? You ape people also Eating mud
Bai Qingqing couldn't help but chuckle, "no, just use it. You help me dig a bit of clean mud, and don't be too thin. "
"All right." Parker obediently went out, and the skin on his waist was wet again. Bai Qingqing couldn't stop it.
Bai Qingqing took advantage of Parker's departure time to spread seasoning and salt to the bird's abdomen. The outside of the bird was fluffy, so she didn't put the seasoning. Then he poured the rice into a stone bowl, mixed with seasonings, and beat an egg into it. After mixing, it was filled into the bird's belly.
Curtis gently smiles, fondly rubs Bai Qingqing's head, "be fond of playing."
Bai Qingqing looked up at Curtis in defiance and solemnly said, "I am cooking seriously."
Curtis rubbed Bai Qingqing's head again.
Parker came back with the mud, and Bai Qingqing grabbed a handful of mud and pasted it on the bird.
"Farewell, Qingqing!" Parker, holding mud in his hands, couldn't stop it. Looking at the dirty food, he sighed, "aren't you afraid of being dirty?"
"No, it's hairy outside." Bai Qingqing said and wiped mud on the bulging bird. Before long, a bird was wrapped in the mud.
That's right. Bai Qingqing is making a beggar's chicken.
Although she has not done it, she has seen it in the TV series that Hong Qigong does not pluck the chicken and roasts it on the mud, which is not as delicious as before.
She is more well prepared than a beggar. She should not be too bad. Even if it fails, as long as the belly of the bird is not soiled and the rice inside is stained with meat, it must be delicious.
The mud ball wrapped with birds is tightly buried in the firewood by baiqingqing. Oyster mushrooms can't be kept for a long time. Bai Qingqing asked Parker to change the stone pot with water, boil a pot of bird's eggs, oyster mushroom and fungus soup, and finally fried an egg with spinach.
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