"I killed me, I really killed me!" Pang Xu kept emphasizing with a kitchen knife in one hand and an old hen in the other.

"Damn, will you kill me? If you don't have it, let me do it." Liu Junhao waited for a long time and saw him rubbing his chicken's neck with a kitchen knife, but he just didn't take action, and he was a little impatient.

After a few minutes of tossing like this, the old hen would probably be scared to death.

"I think you were wearing open-crotch pants when you killed chickens. Today I will let you see the real master of killing chickens." Pang Xu gritted his teeth and raised the kitchen knife high as the three of them looked at him, "If you come, you will come, give you a chance to show off. My buddy has believed in Lao Shi recently, and he should avoid killing."

Liu Junhao almost fainted, "You can't kill a chicken to attack a big-tailed wolf? A waste of everyone's feelings!" When he was catching the hen just now, Pang Xu kept shouting that he would be going to do it later, but who knew it was a Western treasure three yuan, which was not useful.

"Hehe, my buddy has never killed a chicken before. The biggest feat is to step on two mice to death." Pang Xu was so embarrassed that he handed the hen over directly.

Liu Junhao raised his knife and bleeded the hen, and then poured boiling water to remove the chicken feathers.

In the past, they didn't realize the difference between the hen, but when the feathers faded, they were amazed. Their bodies were all covered with meat, and both chicken legs were as thick as children's arms.

This is a bit fatter than the broiler that is specially fed with feed, and even the chicken claws feel very thick.

"I'll book these two chicken claws for our Xiaoli first. She likes chicken claws." Seeing that Liu Junhao was so easy to pull, Pang Xu also squatted down to join in the fun.

"You only like chicken claws." Xu Xiaoli glared at him embarrassedly, "Come here to help me choose vegetables. How can you have a customer like you?"

After choosing the things in the hen's belly, Liu Junhao specially weighed it with a scale. Good guy, five pounds and two pounds, it was really comparable to nine pounds and yellow.

With this hen, the dishes at noon are already alive.

Liu Junhao originally wanted to prepare the meal and call Professor Zhao and his wife over, but who knew that before he could start moving, he saw smoke coming out of the other person's kitchen.

He hurried over to ask Professor Zhao to stop the fire. Fortunately, he just boiled the water and the vegetables had not yet been put into the pot, so it was easy to turn off the heat.

This time, Liu Junhao did not let Teacher Wang cook, but he and Professor Zhao cooked fire by one, and they cooperated very well.

If you want to say that hens are delicious no matter how they are made, Liu Junhao is good at stewing chicken. He thinks that after the hen is stewed, the broth with large ingredients tastes particularly fragrant.

The big potatoes Pang Xu brought came in handy. After peeling, they were placed in a large pot and stewed with the chicken. He started cooking in a small pot.

Although this hen has a big skeleton, it is still a tender chicken that has not been a year old, so it doesn't take much trouble to cook it. In a short while, the kitchen was filled with the strong smell of chicken soup, which sucked both of them in the kitchen a few times.

"Is it so fragrant with stewed chicken?" Pang Xu finally couldn't sit still in the yard and asked directly against the kitchen door.

"Well, how are your skills?!" Liu Junhao smiled and lifted the lid of the pot, and suddenly the hot steam squirted out, and the fragrance in the kitchen became stronger.

I saw that the gurgling soup noodles were covered with a layer of yellow chicken oil. He took a chopstick and poked it gently: the flesh and blood were separated and it was completely rotten.

Scoop a spoonful and taste the salty and light, and the mouth was filled with smoothness, and a feeling of thoroughness arises naturally.

"I'll try the salty and light too." When Pang Xu saw Liu Junhao's intoxicated look, he couldn't help but snatch the spoon and scoop half a spoon of chicken soup in the pot. While scalding it so hard that it sucked the mouth, he exclaimed.

"Start meal. Let's have a meal." Liu Junhao started the meal and immediately everyone went into the kitchen to help, and arranged the meal in a few seconds.

Originally, Liu Junhao wanted to pour a glass of wine for them and say a few toasts. Pang Xu, the foodie, had already pressed him on the table and said, "Everyone is hungry for a long time. Let's eat first, wait for a while and drink on an empty stomach. Drinking on an empty stomach is not good for health."

The chicken was delicate and fragrant, the potatoes were smooth and the fresh soup was delicious. Everyone used chopsticks and spoons, and they all started fighting for the full bowl of potato stewed chicken.

After eating it, I naturally praised it. Professor Zhao said it was even better than the last pheasant.

Pang Xu was eating here, and immediately thought about the more than 20 old hens in Liu Junhao's courtyard, saying that he would get one for him when he got back.

Liu Junhao hurriedly gave up his idea, and he still expected the old hen to lay eggs. If he really wanted to, wait until the little hens in Qiuli grew to get two for him, but now it won't work.

Scoop chicken soup and eat chicken. After a meal, they all felt comfortable in their stomachs and comfortable all over, and they couldn't say anything.

After dinner, everyone sat in the yard and did not leave the stewed chicken just now. They all said that the hen may have eaten grasshoppers in the wild for a long time, so it is so big that the stewed soup is so fragrant.

This is a real green food. Pang Xu even began to suggest that Liu Junhao set up a small breeding farm, saying that the hens raised were directly supplied to the big hotels in the city, and the sales were absolutely good.

The broiler on the market costs five yuan per pound, and his native chicken can be sold for at least seven yuan. A hen is calculated at 40 yuan. Raising a hundred is 4,000 yuan, and one thousand is 40,000 yuan. Adding eggs, you can earn at least 70,000 to 80,000 yuan this year.

In the end, he was also attracted by the blueprint he drew, and wished he could immediately ask Liu Junhao to start the chicken farm and come over to do technical guidance by himself.

No matter how Zhang Qian and the others heard it, they felt that Pang Xu's trick was no different from what Su Nana said last time, and they all smiled with their lips pursed.

Professor Zhao and his wife know Liu Junhao very well. They know that he is a person who is a little rich and will not be moved at all. Besides, Pang Xu's plan sounds infinitely beautiful, but it is difficult to actually operate. It is very problematic to stock more than a thousand hens naked.

Several people chatted in the yard for a while, and Professor Zhao and his wife got up and left. Zhang Qian pulled Xu Xiaoli to the computer to see the photos of the butterflies she took last time.

"There are so many eels, and every time I come, I'm afraid the eels in this yard are worth tens of thousands of yuan, right?" Pang Xu and Liu Junhao came to the backyard and saw the eels in the ditch and asked again.

"I found that your kid has changed a lot this time. It's just money to keep silent. Why is it getting more vulgar?" Liu Junhao patted his shoulder and joked.
Chapter completed!