Chapter 711 Salt Lake, White-footed Chicken

"Don't you want to cut the peppers in the long summer?"

"Cut. Cut it and taste easier and taste more refreshing."

Changxia holds a knife and does not have a specific way to cut the peppers. Cut them horizontally and vertically, no matter how you cut them. At the same time, you must prepare some garlic and slice them.

The ginger does not need to be cut, washed and drained.

Then, pair it with the sauce and salt to a certain proportion, put it in a clay pot and marinate it directly.

There are two ways to pickle radish and other stem-tubed vegetables. One is to pickle raw soy sauce, and the other is to make sour radish.

Changxia was not confused, she chose to do both.

The only trouble is to distinguish it when it is ready to be put, so as not to take the wrong food when eating.

On the stone stove, the roots are stewed softly.

The rich sauce aroma spreads quickly.

"The smell of the sauce is stronger than that of soy sauce." Nuan Chun said. The aroma is strong and sticky. When you smell it, you will know that the color of the soy sauce is absolutely unfair.

Changxia smiled and said, "There are roots. I don't have to worry about brewing soy sauce. I'm so relieved." Soybeans can make sauce, but the problem is that Changxia doesn't know how to use soybean sauce. This sauce is not more complicated than brewing wine. Changxia wants to speak a few times before, so I try to make sauce.

But, I couldn't figure out how to start.

So, I could only endure it.

Nowadays, with the taste roots of the Fu Tribe, Changxia is really relieved.

"Silky sauce--" Xylophone was slightly surprised and said in surprise.

Chang Xia was slightly embarrassed and said softly: "Soybeans can make soy sauce, but how to make it, I don't understand the process and skills."

"It's okay, I'll ask the tribe members to help me figure it out." Xylophone said generously.

The tribe exchanged a lot of beans with the Yuanhu tribe, including soybeans. Soybeans can make sauce, so naturally they have to try it.

"Sunshine, soybeans can make sauce. Can you tell the tiger tribe about this?"

After a while, the xylophone looked up at Changxia.

Soybeans are a specialty of the Yuanhu tribe, and the six major tribes advance and retreat together. The other five major tribes are more or less busy with careers, and only the tiger tribe is left without going up or down.

This will last forever.

Xytron is worried that the Yuanhu tribe will feel uncomfortable.

"Yes." Changxia nodded and said, "Xylomon Emu can ask the tiger tribe to try using sugar and wine making to see if it can be made into soy sauce?"

It's a pity.

Apart from that, Changxia can't make any more suggestions.

After saying that, Changxia looked at Chen Rong.

Chen Rong spread his hands and said, "Don't look at me, I don't know how to make sauce. Yuan's family started with cloth, spun thread and weaving cloth, and I can tell you one, two, three, and I can't do anything about making sauce."

In the Western Land, all noble families value skills very much.

Even disciples of our family may not know their own skills.

"The Yuanhu tribe is rich in soybeans. Soybeans can brew soy sauce, so let the tiger tribe explore slowly. Maybe they will brew soy sauce that day." Xylophone said with a smile. She had no direction before, but now Changxia has given the direction. As long as the tiger tribe is willing to give up soy sauce, why worry about not being able to find a way to brew soy sauce?

"Changxia, listen to Xytron Emu." Nuanchun echoed.

If Changxia understands everything, they will feel a headache. Because even witches can't do everything. Changxia's omnipotence was the first to be very worried about the Heluo tribe.

Now, Changxia is worried about how to make sauce.

Xylophone and the others felt relieved.

After the miso root is boiled, it melts directly into a strong and fragrant sauce.

Chang Xia asked the three xylophones to cut peppers, radish and other items. She used a sieve of Kirabu and took out the residue left in the sauce.

Then scoop the sauce into the pottery pot and cool it down.

When the chili and other items are cut, you can marinate at any time.

"Chen Rong, I have to go to the salt lake one day. There is not much salt left at home." Chang Xia came out with a salt pot and spoke.

In the past six months, there have been a lot of pickled things at home.

Nanfeng and the others also distributed some salt. The salt cubes that they had moved home to the Salt Lake were almost all eaten.

"How much salt is left in the salt tank? How many days is enough to eat?" Chen Rong asked.

Chang Xia said: "Three or five days."

"I'll go to the Salt Lake tomorrow." Chen Rong said.

The xylophone didn't sound like it, and there was salt in the tribe's warehouse. She could bring a tank of salt at any time, but according to Chen Rong's meaning, she obviously wanted to get the salt by herself, so the xylophone simply didn't speak.

"In the long summer, there is a pheasant called white-footed chicken near the salt lake. It is big and has a strong smell. Chen Rong went to the salt lake to get salt. If he encounters a white-footed chicken, remember to catch a few white-footed chickens and return to the tribe." Nuan Chun said.

The white-footed chicken is a unique pheasant near the Salt Lake of the Holy Mountain of Kana.

This kind of pheasant likes to peck at salt blocks and appears near the salt lake all year round. Kana Holy Mountain is the territory of the witch. Except for taking salt, orcs will not enter and exit Kana Holy Mountain.

If you want to hunt white-legged chickens, you can only go to the salt lake to get salt.

At the same time, if the elders of the tribe followed, they would not allow hunting the white-footed chicken. This time Nuanchun listened to Changxia, and asked Chen Rong to get salt. Nuanchun looked at the face of xylophone and encouraged Chen Rong to hunt the white-footed chicken.

"There are pheasants in the salt lake?" Changxia looked confused. Last time she and Chen Rong went to the salt lake to get salt, why didn't they meet the white-footed chicken?

Xylophone looked at Nuanchun and replied: "Yes. White-footed chicken lives in the mountains and forests near the Salt Lake. Occasionally, they will enter the salt lake to peck at salt blocks. White-footed chickens are air-dried or smoked, and the taste is the best. When you were a child, you like to drink white-footed chicken soup. Wu told the tribe that we would go to the Salt Lake every three or five days to catch you..."

Chang Xia doesn't remember this.

However, the xylophone still remembers it very clearly.

White-footed chickens peck at salt blocks all year round, and the chicken naturally has a salty smell.

When making chicken soup, you don’t even have to add salt. Just stew it directly, and the taste is very delicious. This white-legged chicken lives in the Salt Lake of Kana Holy Mountain. Orcs usually go to the salt lake to get salt, but they dare not hunt it at all.

Nuanchun can tell that the white-footed chicken tastes good.

Thanks to Changxia’s favorite food when she was a child, I didn’t expect that after many years, Nuanchun still thought about the white-footed chicken.

"Why don't I know--" Changxia was confused.

Nuanchun laughed and said, "When you were a child, you didn't like to eat barbecue. You had to coax the soup before drinking it. This white-footed chicken soup is a rare soup. You don't need to coax you, you will take the initiative to drink it. It tastes so fragrant!"

"..." Changxia smiled awkwardly. Why didn't she know that she was so difficult to deal with when she was a child? Could it be that Xytron Nuanchun remembered it wrongly!

She has always been approachable and eats whatever she gives.

Those who pick on food are all fake and illusions.

"Xychen Emu, can white-footed chickens be hunted?" Chen Rong asked.

Xyphone coughed and whispered: "Be careful. Every grass and tree in the Holy Mountain of Kana belongs to witches. Orcs cannot pick or hunt things over there casually."

"Okay, I remember." Chen Rong said seriously.

Be careful, it means you can hunt.

However, you cannot be open and honest, it is best to do it quietly in private.

"Does there be many white-footed chickens in the Salt Lake?" Chang Xia asked.

Nuan Chun said: "There are quite a lot."

"Chen Rong, you go to the salt lake to get salt tomorrow and call Bai Qing up." Chang Xia Liluo said. They could not hunt down the prey of Kana Holy Mountain at will. Bai Qing followed him and let him do it. In this way, even if they were seen by foreigners, they would have nothing to say.
Chapter completed!