The wind is getting stronger and stronger.

Gu Xiang reached out to try the temperature outside, put on gloves, took out a large fat duck from the porcelain jar, threw it into the large pottery bowl on the table, and quickly poured it into the clear soup.

After looking at the soup, Gu Xiang whistled slightly: "Perfect!"

Afeng led the young men from the Firetou camp, dressed in clean blue shorts, hats and gloves as service staff. As soon as he came in and pushed into the car, he heard Gu Xiang's whistle and couldn't help but chuckled: "When will it be difficult for my chef Gu to have a good meal?"

After making a few jokes, his subordinates kept sending the duck out. Afeng quickly opened a total of twenty tables, one on one table.

The villagers were talking head-to-earth, looking around, and actually feeling a little restrained and uncomfortable.

They have spent most of their lives in the mountain village, and some people have never even left their own acre of land, let alone going out to go to a restaurant and slap in the teeth. Today, sitting in this magnificent Fuyun Building, before they even started eating, they felt that-

"I've been worth it for most of my life!"

Zhou Dongniang sighed.

When the lid of the jar on the table was lifted, the fragrance suddenly burst out, steaming up, and the floor covered.

Zhou Dongniang's voice suddenly stopped and she swallowed: "...It's worth it if you die now!"

As he said that, Zhou Dongniang was quick-witted and picked up a large piece of duck skin and duck meat with chopsticks, and put it in her mouth. The strong fragrance instantly rushed into her throat. She couldn't help but choke and choke.

The meat is not tiring at all, it is incredibly smooth and tender. It is a little chewy, and it is this little chewing that makes the umami flavor in the meat burst again and again.

This is like a god is worthy of food!

Gu Xiang prepared the duck and cooked it naturally with great care. He put his ability to season it to the limit. He used more than 120 kinds of ingredients alone, and the jar was also specially made. He stewed it carefully for three days and nights.

The whole duck is crispy and rotten, and the umami taste has completely melted into every part of the skin.

The soup is also very particular. In addition to duck bones, chicken bones, scallops and other ingredients were also hung carefully for five days, and then chicken glutinous rice and duck glutinous rice were used over and over again, and it was clear over and over again, filtering the impurities clean until the soup was clear and transparent.

This is a truly rich dish.

It is said that it is best to use such soup to serve vegetables. The sweetness of vegetables and the deliciousness of the soup are perfectly integrated. However, since the guests are villagers from Guzhuang, it is good to serve ducks.

The rich fragrance flew out of the courtyard wall in strands, flying further and further.

Many small animals in the mountains were a little excited because of the fragrance.

Gu Xiang came out of the kitchen and looked around. All the villagers were busy working hard, and they didn't even have time to give her a look.

Zhou Dongniang came to eat while looking up and said vaguely: "Sanniang, this Cai is here to have some food, hurry up and serve it."

Gu Xiang laughed: "Let's come."

She didn't care about the time for the meal. When she greeted her, Afeng and others pushed the wooden barrel out, and the rice was put into the bowl and divided it one by one. When Afeng distributed the rice, she couldn't help but saliva flowed wildly. The rice was crystal clear, and the rice was all used that he had never seen before. It was so fragrant!

Afeng's family was not too bad. He was so fragrant that he made a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace, let alone the people of Guzhuang.

Zhou Dongniang poured the duck meat and soup on the rice, ate it in one bite, and a little tears burst out from the corner of her eyes, wishing she could bury her head in the rice bowl.

"Sanniang, what kind of rice is this? My son has brought back good rice that is expensive. It doesn't have the aroma when cooked."

While eating, Zhou Dongniang took out a little free time and asked.

She felt that as long as she had this rice, she would not have to eat vegetables and meat. If the delicious rice was eaten, how could anyone have the heart to eat meat?

No matter how expensive rice is, it is not as expensive as meat.

Gu Xiang coughed lightly: "You call Wannianmi, it's not easy to buy."

The rice sold in the mall is not expensive, but it is famous. It has ten thousand years of tribute rice, and the annual output is not high, and the price is comparable to gold.

The aunt next to her couldn't help but laugh at Zhou Dongniang: "You still want to eat such a meal every day. This meal is the last meal in our life. Sanniang, this dish cannot be sold at a cheap price. If you sell it at a cheap price, you will lose money."

When others thought about it, they felt a little uncomfortable.

They are closely related to "Gu Ji". Of course, they all hope that "Gu Ji" can make a lot of money, so that the food cannot be sold at a cheap price.

But when they thought that the food was very expensive, they could never afford it again, and they couldn't help feeling uncomfortable.

Gu Xiang walked around and saw that the villagers were eating well, and he was also happy. He was about to go back to the kitchen when a "boy" came over and replied that a guest came outside.

"Please come in."

Today is the day when Gu Ji is open. It is a bad omen to keep guests outside the door.

The visitor was a gray-haired old lady with wrinkles on her face, but her waist was straight and tall, and she didn't look old.

As soon as the old lady entered the door, she stared at the duck meat on the table, put a ingot of silver on the table, and whispered: "Give me a can too!"

Gu Xiang smiled and calculated the time, so he asked Afeng to bring one of the ducks he had prepared to eat.

This duck is troublesome, she prepared it according to the number, but she likes to eat it, so she prepared two more for herself.

As soon as Afeng pushed the duck out, the old lady's attention immediately focused on the jar, and there was nothing else. As soon as the jar was served, she immediately opened it, and one chopstick was accurate and cruel. She picked up a large piece of duck skin and put it in her mouth. She squinted her eyes and breathed out slowly, and said with a smile: "I wonder who the chef is? He is so skillful and thoughtful. Even the time when this duck comes out of the kitchen and delivers it to the dining table is considered. He really opened the lid earlier, and the taste is not enough."

Gu Xiang laughed: "You are really good at eating."

After saying a few words, the old lady had a big appetite and didn't care about flattery for a while, and she started to eat harder and started to eat.

Gu Xiang looked at the soup in the guest's jar, and was actually very surprised.

It turned out that she really used her seasoning skills, and she had to do it without her realizing it.

She can indeed get the duck out of the pot at the most appropriate time, even the time it is delivered to the diner's table is calculated.

Speaking of which, it is indeed the skill of "seasoning" that helps her the most and is most useful. With it, she has a keen tongue and truly transforms from an ordinary chef who is just a good home-cooked dish to a serious chef.

After all, the way of eating is to pay attention to both color, fragrance and taste, and the taste is the soul.
Chapter completed!