"There's a minty aroma, the flavor is very unique." Gu Changfeng was a bit amazed, "I didn't expect you to add mint."
"After roasting, due to the heat of the chicken, the cool sensation of the mint is gone, but its slightly bitter and spicy taste remains, giving the roasted chicken a unique flavor."
"Not bad." Gu Changfeng nodded.
Everyone is grilling chickens and ducks.
But because of the different seasonings and proportions, they all present distinctive flavors.
"Is this mashed potatoes inside?" Luo Jialin cut open Hua Ciyue's roasted chicken and found half filled with mashed potatoes in the chicken's belly.
The top of the mashed potatoes was empty; Hua Ciyue had handled the chicken's stomach very cleanly without retaining any organs.
When cut open, the chicken broth with chicken oil flowed directly into the mashed potatoes, visibly seeping into the mashed potatoes.
The originally yolk-colored mashed potatoes gradually took on a caramel hue.
