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"To let the smell of spices seep into the mud."

Zhang Zitao explained.

"But if that's the case, why don't you just directly mix the spice into the mud? Wouldn't it be more permeable this way?"

Zhou Lingling asked puzzledly.

"You don't understand. If he just sneaked in like this, the spice would burn up after the mud dried up. No matter what plant it was, when it was ignited, it would emit a bad smell, be it big or small. In doing so, I shall dissipate the scent in advance, leaving behind the essence of the spice itself. "

Zhang Zitao explained.

He took out three large pieces of taro leaf. Although there were no lotus leaves on the mountain, there were taro leaves in the Grandmaster's vegetable garden. Using taro leaves was not bad.

Furthermore, the leaves of the taro could be used to make floral chicken s, and the faint fragrance of the taro could also seep into the chicken.

Zhang Zitao added some oil salt into the taro leaf, and then sealed it with mud.

"Zitao's brother, you have been squatting by the bonfire for so long, aren't you hot?"

Zhou Lingling asked curiously.

Although the mountain was cold, she didn't have much time left by the fire. Not long after she crouched down beside Zhang Zitao, her body was drenched in sweat.

"A bit, right?"

Zhang Zitao said directly.

"That's not right. If you're hot, you should be sweating. "But you don't have any sweat at all."

Zhou Lingling carefully examined Zhang Zitao's face and neck.

Not to mention sweat, there was not even a trace of water.

This was way too unreasonable.

It did not take long for Zhou Lingling to heat up beside the bonfire, but she was able to squat for half an hour.

I haven't left the middle yet!

Logically speaking, Zhang Zitao should have been drenched in sweat by now!

Furthermore, during the time that Zhang Zitao had carried her on his back and back, it was already hard enough to walk in the mountains, but now that he was carrying her on his back, he didn't even breathe heavily. Even when he had placed her down, there wasn't a drop of sweat on his forehead.

This really made Zhou Lingling confused.

"That's right, Little Tao. I'm also a little curious." Could it be that the pores on your body are clogged up and you can't sweat anymore? "That shouldn't be …"

Elder Zhou asked curiously.

As for the Master who came back while Zhang Zitao was roasting the chicken, he obviously knew what was going on, but he did not explain anything.

The Master looked at Zhang Zitao with a slightly amused expression. He really wanted to see how Zhang Zitao would explain himself.

"I'm more resistant to heat."

Zhang Zitao said very casually.

Even Zhou Lingling who was at the side heard Zhang Zitao's perfunctory words and looked at him with extreme dissatisfaction.

"Zitao's brother, you are simply fawning on us. No matter how resistant you were to heat, you couldn't possibly stay by the fire for half an hour without a drop of sweat. And it's only the end of summer, not even winter yet. "

Zhou Lingling said with great dissatisfaction.

"Cough, cough …" This was really a matter of his physique. I don't know how to explain it either. "

Zhang Zitao was stumped.

"It's still easy to be perfunctory!"

Zhou Lingling said in disdain.

"If you think it's perfunctory, then I can't do anything about it."

Zhang Zitao insisted.

In any case, he wouldn't explain, so no matter what Zhou Lingling said, there was nothing she could do.

"Humph, if you don't want to say it, then you don't want to say it, you stingy bastard!"

Zhou Lingling pouted.

Elder Zhou laughed, but did not pay much attention to it.

"Hur hur."

Zhang Zitao laughed dryly, and did not say a word.

"Zitao's brother, if the floral chicken you make later doesn't taste good, you just wait to be punished! Do you remember that you still owe me a favor? If I'm not happy, I might ask you to do something very outrageous! "

Zhou Lingling threatened Zhang Zitao while clenching her small fist.

"Like what?"

Zhang Zitao asked.

"I haven't decided yet. I'll wait till I'm full! Oh right, Zitao's brother, when can your floral chicken be good?

Zhou Lingling asked directly.

"Right away."

Zhang Zitao tested out the hardness of the mud and was able to determine the maturity of the floral chicken that was wrapped under the mud.

As for the floral chicken s made by Zhang Zitao, they had to stew the chicken to become very familiar with it.

Coupled with the mountain chicken's meat quality, it was already harder than normal chickens, so it would be even more stuffy for a while.

"Wow, it smells so good!"

After Zhang Zitao broke open the soil, Zhou Lingling gasped in admiration.

"It is indeed fragrant. Boy, what method did you use to make this chicken? Just by smelling this smell, my old man can't help but drool! "

The Master at the side smelled the fragrance and also walked over and asked Zhang Zitao.

"What method?"

Zhang Zitao said indifferently.

At this moment, he had only broken through the outer layer of soil. There was still a layer of taro leaves that had yet to be opened.

As Zhang Zitao opened up the lotus leaf like taro leaf, a burst of fragrance wafted over.

Zhou Yingbing who was busy in the kitchen heard the commotion outside and walked out.

Even though she was still quite a distance away, she could smell the fragrance emitted by the floral chicken.

"So fragrant!"

Zhou Yingbing was surprised.

Elder Zhou was moving the table used for food into the shade of the trees in the courtyard. He smelled the scent of the floral chicken and also came over.

"Little Tao, this chicken of yours is so fragrant. Just the smell of it is enough to make one's appetite!"

Elder Zhou's attention was entirely on the floral chicken.

What kind of person was Elder Zhou? What kind of delicacies had he not tasted before?

But just, this floral chicken that looked normal, when he smelt the fragrance, it was exactly what he said.

"Zitao's brother, can you eat it now?"

Zhou Lingling, on the other hand, was getting impatient.

"Let's wait a little longer, it's still very hot."

Zhang Zitao had cleaned up the mud on the leaves and placed it on the table that Elder Zhou brought.

And Zhou Yingbing, smelling the fragrance, walked over.

Just by smelling the scent, she could not help but have a strong appetite.

It seemed that the special spices that Zhang Zitao had added to the marinating process had been to stimulate his appetite.

After Zhou Yingbing fried two vegetables and brought out the soup, the lunch on the mountain officially started.

Zhou Lingling, Elder Zhou and Master had already impatiently started to divide up Zhang Zitao's floral chicken.

The three of them only had to take a bite before their expressions changed.

"Delicious, it's really too delicious!" Zitao's brother, I will give you 32 praises! "