"Spring is coming, and you can't live like this even if you make money! In the past, the landlords and wealthy families dared not use oil like this!"

Liu Chunlai poured at least half a pound of vegetable oil, which almost drove Liu Jiuwa out again.

"Making money is not to improve your life. What should I do if I make money? Without oil, can the vegetables be delicious? What about chickens worth more than five yuan!"

Liu Jiuwa stopped talking.

Anyway, the money was made by Liu Chunlai.

Throw the yellowed chicken oil in the chicken's belly into the oil, and fry all the oil before pouring the chicken into the pot.

"Swish~"

When the oil met the chicken that was still watery, thick smoke blew up.

A strong fragrance spread.

This made Liu Zhiqiang and Li Hongbing, who were a little suspicious of Liu Chunlai's cooking skills, breathed a little relieved.

As long as you are willing to use oil, anyone can become a master.

Can chicken with oil and salt not taste good?

After the oily skin on the chicken in the pot turned golden, Liu Chunlai put about a bowl of ginger and garlic into the pot, stir-fryed it again, grabbed a handful of pepper and threw it into it, and finally put the bean paste and salt of the whole dish. It was what Zhang Changgui and others usually served...

The aroma becomes stronger.

"Brother Chunlai is too dark! He used a set of furniture worth 120 yuan and replaced a house with someone else's house. He didn't waste much oil..." Zhang Erqiang, who was originally helping him draw pictures, smelled the fragrance and watched the fun.

Hearing Liu Jiuwa criticized Liu Chunlai for not living, Zhang Erqiang swallowed the saliva stimulated by the strong fragrance while despising Liu Chunlai's nouveau riche mentality.

"What?"
Chapter completed!