Song Wu worry came to the kitchen.

After passing through the living room, I did not see Gu Yu and Ade, Song Wu Wu asked Xu Jing, "Gu Yu?"

"Should go out." Xu Jing said, how does she know Gu Shao?

Xu Jing has already marinated the chicken and is putting it in a basin of water.

Under the soy sauce and rice wine, the kitchen has been scented.

"Miss, I have kept the chicken for an hour according to your instructions. What should I do next?" Xu Jing asked.

"The next time I will hand it over to me." Song Wuxi laughed.

"..."

Song Wushou took out the tin foil, wrapped the whole marinated chicken, and then took out the half-bowl of flour and began to knead the noodles...

Xu Jing stood by and wanted to help, but he couldn’t help anything.

Looking at Song's worry-free and skilled movements, Xu Jing is very suspicious. This is a look at Baidu. This is a rhythm that is often done.

After the flour was smashed, Song Wu wowed the dough into a thick dough, and then wrapped the dough tightly around the chicken wrapped in tin foil.

After doing all this, Song Worry put the chicken in the oven and prepared to let it bake for half an hour.

Standing in front of the oven and watching the number of ovens lit, Song smiled with satisfaction.

It is really good for the original Lord to leave her memory to her, so that she will not know anything about these high-tech things in this strange world.

After half an hour, the chicken was baked.

As soon as the door of the oven was opened, a fragrant smell came out.

"Wow, it’s so sweet." Xu Jing cried and said, "Miss, how do you make a chicken?"

So familiar, so fragrant taste has made Song worry can not help but drool, she has time to answer Xu Jing's words.

Her chicken was taken out of the oven, the grilled chicken, the flour outside had hardened and turned yellow.

Song Worry put it on the table, and then knocked it with a fist, the dough cracked open, and the smell of the nose was even more fragrant.

"Just eat like this." Song Wuyou opened the tin foil and gave Xu Jing a chicken wings.

"..." Xu Jing took the chicken wings and looked at Song Wuxi with a sly look. Song Wuxi teared off another chicken wing and opened it.

"The taste is a little worse, the fragrance is not strong enough, and it is light." Song Worry while eating and making an evaluation.

"It may be that the salt is released less." Xu Jing responded mechanically.

"No." Song Wuxi shook his head. "If you wrap it in lotus leaves, wrap it in muddy skin and put it on the ground to make it even more fragrant."

Although the taste is a little bit worse than the previous ones, it is enough to make Song worry-free appetite.

"Miss, I listen to you, how do you feel that you often make a chicken?"

"Well, I do it often. Every time I win the battle, my brothers and I will do the chicken together, and then drink the chicken while eating." Suddenly recalling the past, Song’s eyes were swept away. After a touch of homesickness, he said with a sigh: "That time is too good."

"..." Xu Jing listened a little embarrassed, what is it? What military camp? Was the lady taken back to the Song family at the age of five?

Although at Song family, her life is not as good as Missy and Miss II, but she never has to cook.

When Xu Jing went to work at the Song family, Song Wushou was only a girl in her teens. When did she join the army to fight?

Xu Jing looked at Song Wuwei with a distressed look and screamed. Miss must have been hit by a brain in a car accident.

Xu Jing thinks so, but Gu Yu, who is standing in the living room like a god, doesn't think so.

Gu Yu worked in the study, and after he was busy, he wanted to go out to eat.

Unexpectedly, I heard the sound of Song Worry coming from the kitchen.