After traveling through the book, I am busy as a dog. Shaoqing, can you do it?

Chapter 179 Don't be polite to me, I'm just a guide, you still have to walk the road by yo

Because she had to work in the evening, Shen Qingqian did not prepare any wine.

After taking out four cans of Coke from the refrigerator, several people drank Coke instead of wine and shouted, "Cheers!"

Coke with spicy chicken! For Shen Qingqian, it is a must!

The reason why I like to eat spicy chicken and know how to cook it is actually thanks to Shen Sanyuan.

This was the only meal Shen Sanyuan had ever cooked for Shen Qingqian.

To some extent, Shen Sanyuan is indeed not a good mother.

The saying "giving birth but not raising" is a true portrayal of Shen Sanyuan.

Although Shen Qingqian could understand the reasons she mentioned, understanding did not mean she could accept it.

But as children, even though our mother is so unreliable, we will still remember some of the things she has done for us.

What's more, Shen Sanyuan is a person whose daughter has lived for twenty-eight years, and the love and care her mother has left in her memory is more than her two hands together can fill.

Shen Sanyuan learned to make this spicy chicken specifically for Shen Qingqian during the rainy season in the second year of the Lunar New Year.

July and August in S city are rainy and humid.

As for spicy chicken, it is said to have been developed by military chefs during the Qing Dynasty. At that time, spicy chicken was also called "spicy chicken nuggets" and was specially made to remove moisture for soldiers in the army.

Due to the harsh conditions in the army, simple preparation and single seasoning, the spicy chicken at that time did not taste so delicious.

But later, during the Republic of China period, Fan Wencheng, a descendant of chef Fan Huaizhong, improved the dish by replacing fresh peppers with dried peppers, which laid the foundation for the current spicy chicken flavor and made the taste of the spicy chicken more specific.

Due to the strong taste of dried chilies, the chicken also has a spicy flavor, hence the name spicy chicken.

So now the spicy chicken is bright red in color, has a strong spicy flavor, is full of pepper fragrance, and is crispy and refreshing.

Although it sounds like a simple dish, it didn't taste good when Shen Sanyuan made it.

Both the peppers and the chicken were black and hard, just like chewing coal in your mouth.

"Forget it, let's not eat anymore and order takeout." Shen Sanyuan almost broke her teeth, and she quickly reached out to grab Shen Qingqian's bowl and chopsticks.

But Shen Qingqian can be quite stubborn sometimes.

She dodged for a moment, allowing Shen Sanyuan to pounce on her empty-handed. Then she shook her head and said, "It's okay. The teacher said that we can't waste food."

"But this," Shen Sanyuan looked at the black mass in front of him, his facial features a little confused, "is really unpalatable."

Shen Qingqian had already grown into a graceful young lady by that time.

Her eyes were standard doe eyes, dark and bright, unlike Shen Sanyuan's charming peach blossom eyes.

Instead, she looks more like Shen Sanyuan's mother, with eyes that are always clear and crystal clear.

She put a piece of blackened chicken into her mouth and bit it until it was crunchy. "It's just something to fill my stomach. There's no need to go through so much trouble."

Shen Sanyuan frowned and said apologetically, "I saw that you like chili peppers, so I thought of making a dish myself to help you get rid of dampness. If I had known earlier, I would have made barley and lily porridge."

Shen Qingqian heard this, her eyes trembled for a few moments, and after swallowing the food in her mouth, she raised her eyes and smiled, "Next time you come back, just cook porridge, and I'll make the spicy chicken."

But later, in order to let her eat the most delicious spicy chicken, Shen Qingqian made countless servings of spicy chicken, but never ate the porridge she cooked.

Maybe I forgot.

After all, she was so busy that we only saw each other a few times a year...

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"This spicy chicken is delicious!" Pang Mi took a bite and his eyes widened instantly, "I... I've eaten at many restaurants before, and the one at the backyard gate tastes the best, but I didn't expect Sister Qian's to be even better!"

"That's right!" Feng Shuang raised his eyebrows and said, "Your sister Qian's spicy chicken is made with a secret recipe. You can't get it anywhere else."

Shen Qingqian put a piece of diced meat in Diwuxun's bowl. She looked at him with a smile and said, "Try it? And give me some advice."

Diwu Xun heard this, picked up the chopsticks, and smiled, "First of all, the color is very red, and it smells very good."

He put the meat into his mouth, the crispy and refreshing meat aroma was rich and chewy, "Although it is dry, it is not dry, and there is a slight sweetness after the mouth. Moreover, this chicken has been marinated with salt for at least two minutes, and it has also been fried. But..."

He didn't say anything else, but frowned slightly.

"But what?" Shen Qingqian's beautiful eyes flashed, "But is there something wrong?"

"It's not wrong, but," Diwu Xun pursed his lips and said, "In addition to the peppers, prickly ash, grass fruit, thyme, chives, garlic and other visible condiments, there is another smell, which seems to be, citron?"

When Shen Qingqian heard this, the smile in the corner of her eyes instantly widened, "You are indeed Lord Shaoqing. You have tasted out this unique secret recipe."

Diwu Xun smiled and said, "The Compendium of Materia Medica written by Li Shizhen, a medical scientist in the Ming Dynasty, records: Citron is produced in Fujian and Guangdong. The tree is similar to the red moonflower, but the leaves are long and pointed, and there are thorns between the branches. It grows when planted near water. The fruit is shaped like a human hand with fingers, and is commonly called bergamot. There are some that are one foot and five inches long. The skin is thicker than that of orange and grapefruit, wrinkled and shiny. Its color is like a melon, green when raw and yellow when ripe. The core is thin. The taste is not very good, but the fragrance is refreshing."

"Not bad," Shen Qingqian was surprised by his first-hand information, "You put a lot of effort into it!"

"No," Feng Shuang looked at her best friend in amazement, then looked at Diwu Xun and asked, "You also know about the Ming Dynasty..."

Just as she said this, she was stepped on by Shen Qingqian under the table! Feng Shuang finally reacted and quickly changed the subject, "Calling lemons citrons?"

Diwu Xun heard this and took out his phone from his pocket and waved it in front of the people. "From Baidu."

"I told you, when did you start reading Compendium of Materia Medica?" Feng Shuang smiled awkwardly.

Shen Qingqian also said, "That's right, and he made a very clear point."

Pang Mi looked at this and that with a confused look on his face. He didn't understand a few words of what his brother had just said.

Now he finally understood it, but he had a deeper admiration for his brother Xun's ability to endorse things.

"Brother Xun, you are so amazing. You can even memorize such things?" Pang Mi exclaimed sincerely.

Diwu Xun narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled and changed the subject, "How about you? Are you still getting used to it today?"

Pang Mi was startled, and quickly replied, "Very good, thank you Brother Xun."

"Don't be polite to me. I'm just a guide. You still have to walk the road by yourself." Diwu Xun said, and then picked up some eggs for Shen Qingqian and said, "Eat more. Working at night is too tiring."

Yes, it is really exhausting! Especially for a doctor in the emergency department.

Shen Qingqian hummed and buried her head in eating.

Feng Shuang wanted to say something, but seeing the look in her best friend's eyes, she shut her mouth.

Almost…almost let it slip. Luckily her best friend kicked her! Someone was speechless.