Chapter 1518 - 587: Dundun: It’s Okay, I’ll Use My Claws! Qiankun Roasted Pig Blessed by Luck!

Chapter 1518: Chapter 587: Dundun: It’s Okay, I’ll Use My Claws! Qiankun Roasted Pig Blessed by Luck!

Qiu Zhenhua opened the oven and carefully pulled out the fragrant pig along with the grill it was laying on.

At this moment, the outer skin of the pig was already slightly golden-brown, and the originally wrinkled parts had puffed up again, as if hot skin water had been poured over it while making roast suckling pig or Roasted Goose.

"The color looks good, but I wonder if it will stay like this after the skin is loosened."

Guo Weidong took a blowtorch and singed the Pork Skin.

Although the Pork Skin had been cleaned before, some pig hairs were not completely removed because they couldn’t be singed off.

After roasting, the Pork Skin shrank and the hairs stuck out, so singeing them again would make the Pork Skin cleaner.

After singeing, they wiped the Pork Skin, then used a Meat Tenderizer made of short nails to prick the Pork Skin, piercing it to let the excess fat flow out.

When making a big pig, the Meat Tenderizer is usually longer, about several centimeters, to pierce the Pork Fat inside.

But this little fragrant pig had a thinner fat layer, and a regular Meat Tenderizer would easily pierce through, so they could only use specially-made short nails to just pierce the Pork Skin a little.

Everyone worked together, piercing the pig’s body completely, then poured ice water over it.

Ice water makes the pores contract, allowing the subcutaneous fat to penetrate more easily.

After doing this, they inserted a vent tube into the pig’s mouth and adjusted its position to release the heat from the Pork Stomach.

Once done, they placed the pig belly-down on the grill again and pushed it back into the oven.

Dai Jianli leaned over and whispered:

"Who invented this horizontal oven? It’s like a crematorium incinerator."

Those eagerly anticipating the delicious food: "..."

Yuan Debiao kicked him slightly:

"How come nothing nice can come out of your dog’s mouth? If it were in the past, you’d have to kneel in front of the ancestors for a day, is the kitchen a place where anything can be said?"

Every trade has its own customs and taboos.

The culinary industry, especially so.

"I didn’t have the guts to do this in the past either."

Dai Jianli chuckled, glanced around, and mumbled:

"It’s almost noon, why hasn’t old Xie shown up? Is he researching some secret weapon in Building No. 2?"

He took out his phone to call, soon the cheerful ringtone sounded outside, and Xie Baomin, in a chef’s uniform, walked into the kitchen with his phone.

"Is it ready? It’s not even meal time and you’re rushing."

Dai Jianli grinned:

"We’re just waiting for your guidance, old Xie, do you think roasting it like this will work?"

Xie Baomin circled the oven twice and laughed:

"If the belly doesn’t burst later, don’t forget to bow to the ancestors and express your gratitude... in theory, this thing shouldn’t explode, but in practice, it’s easy to mess up."

Everyone knew it’s easy to mess up, but you can’t give up trying because of that.

Dai Jianli sneakily stepped back two paces, afraid of being hit if the oven exploded later.

But Guo Weidong and Qiu Zhenhua not only didn’t step back, they even adjusted the stove to make the flame in the oven bigger, so the roasted Pork Skin would be tastier, and more fat would come out from under the skin.

Soon, white smoke started rising from the oven.

This was because the pig’s fat and moisture were being roasted out, only white smoke would rise.

And the vent tube from the pig was also emitting dense steam, seeing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, indicating that the excess heat from inside the belly could be released.

What worried people the most about this method was that the heat couldn’t escape from the pig’s belly, or some ingredients blocked the vent tube’s opening.

It seemed alright now, at least the vent wasn’t blocked.

Qiu Zhenhua let out a sigh of relief:

"Really quite lucky, truly blessed by the ancestors."

Lin Xu curiously glanced at the vent tube emitting steam, could it be Dundun’s blessing?

He had some doubts about the ancestors’ blessing.

After all, who exactly is the culinary god is still undetermined, some worship Yin Yi, some Pengzu, and others the Kitchen God.

Even the candidates for worship aren’t unanimously settled, how could they help?

But Dundun could, since the little guy is always associated with Luck, and when Qiu Zhenhua inserted the vent tube, he just casually poked it through the pig’s mouth.

Unexpectedly, it went into a place with no ingredient blocks and could gather heat.

Surely it’s Dundun’s handiwork.

Good boy, when we get home, I’ll make you something delicious.

Lin Xu decided to book a snake from old Huang, steamed it for Dundun, then removed the bones to let Dundun try the snake meat.

The little guy hasn’t tried it yet, today he’ll get a taste.

Thinking of this, Lin Xu took out his phone and messaged old Huang to bring some snakes to the shop when he had time.

One for Dundun, and the rest made into delicious Snake Soup.

While sending the message, Dai Jianli came over, seeing Lin Xu ordering a flower snake from old Huang, he was curious:

"Why did you suddenly think of eating snakes, brother?"

"Let my cat try something new, and make some Snake Soup to try, haven’t eaten it before, might as well get more, so old Huang doesn’t lose out on fuel money."

Qi Siming heard it was for the cat and laughed, saying:

"I really envy your Dundun, eats better than many people, and I heard cats are the nemesis of snakes, I wonder if Dundun is afraid of snakes?"

He probably isn’t afraid, plus Dundun has a high Luck Value, so there’s no worry about getting bitten by a snake.