Chapter 36 When I Was at War...

Song Wuyou came to the kitchen.

When passing the living room, without seeing Gu Yanhao and Ade, Song Wuyou asked Xu Jing, "Where's Gu Yanhao?"

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

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

Under the soy sauce and rice wine, the kitchen is already fragrant.

"Miss, I have marinated the chicken for an hour as you ordered, what do I do next?" Xu Jing asked.

"Leave it all to me." Song Wuyou smiled.

"..."

Song Wuyou took out the tin foil, wrapped the whole marinated chicken, then took out half a pot of flour and started kneading the dough...

Xu Jing stood aside and wanted to help, but couldn't help anything.

Seeing Song Wuyou's skillful movements, Xu Jing was very suspicious. How can this be seen on Baidu? This is a rhythm that is often done.

After kneading the flour, Song Wuyou rolled the dough into a thick dough, and then tightly wrapped the dough around the chicken wrapped in tinfoil.

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

Standing in front of the oven, Song Wuyou smiled with satisfaction, looking at the number on the oven.

It was really good for the original owner to keep her memory for her, so that she would not be ignorant of these high-tech things in this strange world.

After half an hour, the chicken was cooked.

As soon as the door of the oven was opened, a fragrant smell hit the nostrils.

"Wow, it's so fragrant." Xu Jing clapped her hands and shouted, "Miss, how can you be a beggar?"

Song Wuyou couldn't help drooling because of the familiar and fragrant taste, how could she have time to answer Xu Jing's words.

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

Song Wuyou put it on the dining table, and then knocked it with his fist, the skin cracked, and the smell was even more fragrant.

"Just eat it like this." Song Wuyou opened the tin foil and tore off a chicken wing for Xu Jing.

"..." Xu Jing held the chicken wing and stared blankly at Song Wuyou, who tore off another chicken wing and started eating.

"The taste is a little worse, the aroma is not strong enough, weak." Song Wuyou commented while eating.

"Maybe the salt is too low." Xu Jing replied mechanically.

"No." Song Wuyou shook his head, "It would be more fragrant if it was wrapped in lotus leaves, then wrapped in mud skin, and roasted in the ground."

Although the taste was a little worse than the one made in the previous life, it was enough to give Song Wuyou a big appetite.

"Miss, I listened to you, why do I think you always act like a beggar?"

"Well, I do it often. Every time I come back from a victorious battle, my brothers in the barracks and I will cook beggar chicken together, and then eat chicken and drink in large gulps." Suddenly recalling the past, Song Wuyou's eyes flickered. After a touch of homesickness, he said sadly, "That time was so beautiful."

"..." Xu Jing was a little stunned, what kind of war? What barracks? Wasn't the young lady taken back to the Song family at the age of five?

Although in the Song family, her life was not as good as that of the eldest and second misses, but she never had to cook.

When Xu Jing went to work at Song's house, Song Wuyou was just a girl in her teens. When did she join the army to fight?

Xu Jing looked at Song Wuyou with distress, and pouted, the lady must have been hit by a car accident.

Xu Jing thought so, but Gu Yanhao, who was standing in the living room like a god, didn't think so.

Gu Yanhao was working in the study. After he was done, he wanted to go out to eat.

Unexpectedly, I heard Song Wuyou's voice coming from the kitchen.