Chapter 5 Grilled Chicken and Apple Hot Wine

Anji was woken up by the cold.

The sun had just risen, shining on the wooden fence outside the window, and countless small dusts flew disorderly in the sun.

She twisted her stiff body and tremblingly put on a dark green robe with a thin layer of velvet. She pushed open the window and saw that the frost flowers on the surrounding trees had not disappeared. The chill on her face made her take a deep breath.

It's just that it's so cold in autumn. I can't imagine how hard the winter here will be. She plans to bring thick quilts and clothes when she goes to the market next time. In case she catches a cold here, she doesn't know if there is a doctor or if she has to drink some strange potions.

She sighed and closed the window again. When she turned around, she noticed that the safflower egg on the table seemed to move slightly - because of the red pattern on the egg, she called it casually without any psychological burden.

Anji came down, her eyes were parallel to the egg, and the red pattern seemed to be darker than last night.

She waited for two minutes, but the red flower egg was motionless, as if the movement just now was just her illusion. She stomped her slightly numb feet, and the gurgling sound from her stomach reminded her that it was time to have breakfast.

I want to eat something hot when the weather is cold.

Anji, who had already turned around and left the bedroom, came back and stuffed the red flower egg into the quilt.

"I'll give you two days, or I'll think about eating fried eggs or boiled eggs."

In the kitchen, Anji opened the iron door outside the hearth, and there was only a little star fire in the depths.

She put the hay into the stove. After the fire gradually spread, she threw the grill and two potatoes the size of half a palm into the furnace.

After doing this, she sat by the stove, and the heat of the stove quickly warmed her whole body.

The fire in the stove made a beeping sound, and the sweet fragrance gradually floated out. When the potatoes were finally cooked, Anji found an iron hook to pull them out.

Not bothering to be hot, Anji picked up the potato with a "hiss". The skin of the potato had been baked golden and crispy, and the meat inside was gently pinched by the spoon, and it became a dense mud.

Sprinkle a little black pepper and sea salt, the salty fragrance highlights the powdery taste of potatoes, and the satisfaction brought by carbon water will give people a sense of happiness from the heart.

While eating, she calculated the business situation last night. There were not many guests, including the last strange guest, who only received 6 people in total and drank nearly half a barrel of honey beer. Excluding costs, last night's profit was 3 silver coins, 75 copper coins, and a strange egg.

Anji sighed heavily. The task of debt repayment is heavy and long-term. It seems that we still have to think of a way.

After breakfast, it was still early. Anji looked at the dazzling sunshine outside the window and remembered the basement she had not been to. She took up the candlestick, lit the candle, and opened the basement door with courage.

The bright sunshine only illuminated a few steps, and it was still dark further down. She walked in, the candlelight in her hand jumped on the walls on both sides, and her shadow was pulled very long, as if she was about to swallow herself.

After walking, there may be more than 20 steps, and a small door appeared in front of Anji.

Inside the door is a large cellar, with some wine barrels and baskets for storing vegetables in a messy manner.

Anji breathed a sigh of relief. She felt a little funny when she thought of the story of Bluebeard that had been floating in her mind just now.

The cellar was clean and colder. Anji wrapped her robe tightly and searched carefully, and accidentally found half a barrel of well-preserved red wine.

She ran back to the hall excitedly to take down a glass, opened the wooden stopper of the wine barrel, and an instant, a clear smell of wine came to her face.

I poured half a cup for myself, which was mellow and refreshing in the mouth, like snowflakes melting on the tip of the tongue. There was the aroma of ripe fruit of cherries and raspberries, and some aromas of moist soil and oak.

An Ji took nine cows and two tigers to finally move half a barrel of red wine to the kitchen. She sat on the ground with her buttocks. She seemed to be calm on her face, but in fact she was complaining crazily in her heart.

The promised magic world, am I not a witch? What about my magic?! No way, I'm actually a muggle, right? Why hasn't anyone come to teach for beginners for a few days?

After a good meal, she got up calmly and took stock of the ingredients in the kitchen, and decided to make honey roast chicken and apple hot red bar today!

Anji bought Lu'en chicken. This kind of chicken is tender and relatively small. An adult man can eat one.

She disposed of all the 10 chickens she bought yesterday. Even if they are not sold out tonight, they can be stored in the cellar at low temperature.

After soaking all the chickens in salt water to remove the blood, apply salt, black pepper, soy sauce and honey on the chickens. By the way, massage them to relax the meat. Anji covers them with a layer of gauze and puts them by the window, so that the chickens can be slowly marinated and tasted until the evening.

In the following time, Anji cleaned the pub carefully, and the rest of the back garden had not been cleaned up. She thought of what was said in the "Moonlight Tavern Memo" that either weeding or being careful of the gobs. Well, it was better to understand the habits and expel the gobins first, and then deal with them!

Exhausted, Anji went back to the bedroom and fell asleep. In one breath, she fell asleep to the edge of the sky and began to be filled with a layer of golden light. She stretched out cheerfully and rushed to the kitchen.

Honey roast chicken, I'm coming!!

Cut the apples into the chicken belly and fix them. Anji hangs the shiny chickens into the oven and roasts them slowly. During this time, she will take them out and brush them with a layer of butter and honey juice.

The skin of the chicken turned golden and crispy little by little under the action of sugar and high temperature. Anji sniffed, and the air was full of sweet meat fragrance.

While waiting, Anji washed the apples, oranges, blueberries and lemons and cut them into pieces, slowly poured the red wine into a small iron pot, squeezed the lemon into the juice, put the remaining fruit, sugar, cinnamon and rosemary into the pot, and cooked it slowly over low heat until the red wine bubbled slightly.

It's a pity that there is no rock candy and plum here, otherwise the taste will be more refreshing and soft.

Anji was busy in the kitchen, not knowing that the strong meat fragrance and charming wine fragrance had attracted the guests on the road.

Arthur, who was ordered to investigate around the foggy forest, had just finished a day's work. Recently, there have been several disturbing incidents in Livai City. According to the information from the Third Knights, these events may be related to the Red Moon Order, and their last activity trail is near the Misty Forest.

Even after work, the serious Arthur is still thinking about the clues investigated today. Suddenly, a strange smell of meat floated over.

He looked up and found that there was a pub at the end of the path? When he came here last week, there was no pub.

The closer he came to the pub, the stronger the fragrance became, mixed with some sweet and sour tastes, which made him hungry after not eating well for a day.

Arthur saw "Today's recommendation: fruit-flavored honey roast chicken, apple hot red wine" written on the wooden board at the door.

Apple and red wine? This combination, which he had never seen before, filled his curiosity to the fullest.

"Welcome to the Moonlight Tavern! One guest? Please sit down as you like!"

A sweet girl stood in front of the counter with a smile and said hello.

Arthur was surprised to find that the owner of the pub was such a young girl. He looked around. The tavern was warm and tidy, and the burning fire in the fireplace brought a strong warmth. What a great girl.

Not long after Arthur sat down, the dishes were served.

The outer skin is charred and crispy, and you can still see the oil flowing slightly in the fire. Arthur grabbed the chicken leg and put it into his mouth, and couldn't help staring.

The chicken is tender and juicy with a firm rebound, and the honey-scented crust brings a richer taste, which can instantly make people forget the fatigue of the day.

It was not until he ate almost half of it in one go that Arthur remembered the strange combination of hot red wine that he almost forgot.

He took a sip and his eyes lit up. The round and delicate hot red wine slid through the throat, and the addition of fruit is like a vigorous land that embraces the breath of spring, and the enthusiasm, fruity fragrance and a trace of sweetness collide in the mouth.

Although this glass of apple hot red wine is a little mild for him, the interesting ingenuity and bright breath make it a good glass of wine.

The night was getting darker and darker. Anji finished the last sip of red wine in her glass in the kitchen. Looking up, she saw the man dressed as a knight in the hall. He sat up straight and smiled. He finished the roast chicken one after another and drank three cups of hot red wine.

It's another night full of guests!

Anji compared herself in her heart.