Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Chapter 234: Love is a ray of light, Green to the Point of Making you Panic

The newly-promoted internet celebrity, Old Master Han, sat on a wooden stool boldly.

Holding the hen in his left hand and a knife in his right, he asked Han Zhan roughly, “Are you ready?”

Han Zhan had already placed the camera properly. “Done.”

Han Zhan nodded. He raised the knife in his hand, coughed lightly, and nodded seriously at the camera. “Hello everyone, welcome to my gourmet live-stream.”

Han Zhan suppressed his laughter and signaled for Han Aoyu to continue.

Han Aoyu said, “Today, I want to show everyone how to make chestnut chicken stew. Although I am old, my culinary skills are outstanding. My grand daughter-in-law especially likes chestnut roasted chicken and will eat two bowls of meat and soup every time!”

Han Zhan was speechless.

Once this got out, the entire internet would know that Song Ci was a glutton.

“Firstly, we need to raise the neck of the chicken, point the knife at this position, and gently cut down.” As he explained, Han Aoyu cut down.

With a gentle cut, blood spurted out of that chicken’s neck.

Han Aoyu used a bowl to catch the chicken blood. His aged eyes stared at the camera as he said faintly, “There are so many chickens in the chicken coop. Do you know why I chose this one?”

“Because it was disobedient. As a hen, it loved to crow and forgot its identity. It did things that it shouldn’t have done and said things that it shouldn’t have said. What’s the point of keeping it? Why not just kill it?”

With that, he threw the chicken into the half-empty bucket of water and said, “Some unscrupulous news agencies who can’t control their mouths and pens will eventually close down.”

Han Zhan stood behind the camera and gave Han Aoyu a thumbs-up.

Han Aoyu chuckled and started to pluck the feathers off the chicken, opening it up.

“As for the chestnut, we’ll boil them over water for three to four minutes, scoop up the asphalt, and fry them with oil. This way, the chestnuts made will be easily burned and tasteful.”

“Every time I make this dish, my Song Lass has to eat until she’s full. If not for the fact that she can’t digest chestnuts, she can eat half a pot.”

“The surface of the chicken is slightly yellowish and added with spiced wine. Song Lass said that adding spiced wine at this time is better than marinating the chicken in advance...”

By the time Song Ci woke up, Han Zhan and Han Aoyu had already prepared a pot of chestnut roasted chicken. The grandfather and grandson were squeezed in front of the computer and watching the first cut.

Song Ci stood behind the two of them and stared at the grandfather and grandson duo who were behaving mysteriously. She suddenly asked, “What are you two doing?”

Han Aoyu turned and waved at her. “Lass Song, come and see Grandpa’s food video.”

Song Ci sat down and watched the entire video from start to finish. She felt very conflicted. “Grandpa, can you delete the part where I said I will eat two bowls of soup for one meal? It won’t be good if others know that I am eating ravenously.”

Grandpa glared at her. “It’s a blessing to be able to eat. You didn’t eat chestnuts from other people’s houses. What are you afraid of?”

Seeing that she could not talk sense into Grandpa, Song Ci had no choice but to give up.

For breakfast, the family ate three-colored fried rice and chestnut roasted chicken. After eating, Han Zhan went to work. When he arrived at the company, he handed the first film to his assistant and asked him to look for professionals to do the post-production and accompaniment music.

Late in the afternoon, she sent the finished product to Han Zhan. Han Zhan watched it once and felt that there was no problem, so he forwarded it to his grandfather. His grandfather was very satisfied after reading it and hurriedly asked Han Zhan how to use Weibo to post a video.

Han Zhan told Grandpa about the steps. Grandpa pondered for a while but still didn’t know how to do it, so he called Song Ci over.

“I’ll do it. Grandpa, just watch. You can do it yourself next time.”

“Okay.”

Han Aoyu sat beside Song Ci and started posting. Like a primary school student who was listening intently to a lesson, he stared at his computer and studied the steps seriously.

After the video was uploaded successfully, Song Ci asked her grandfather, “Grandpa, do you need a certification? It’s for being a food blogger.”

Han Aoyu was excited. “Okay!”