Gourmet: From a Stall in Northern Europe Chapter 157 - 128: After Barbecue, You Still Want Supper? Ar

There are many teaching videos, you can find tons with a simple search.

Of course, they’re dostic videos.

Although many crucial bloody scenes are omitted in the videos, there are textual descriptions, and he quickly grasped the essence of slaughtering a chicken.

The thod of slaughtering chickens, ducks, geese, and other poultry is the sa. The only tools needed are hot water on the verge of boiling, an empty basin, and an incredibly sharp weapon.

"Hiss..."

After watching the video, Lin Chen shivered for no reason, already imagining the bloody scene.

"Are you two sure you want to learn?"

The two won stood beside him. Although they couldn’t understand the text in the video, they could imagine the whole process through the simple images, and their faces were a bit pale at this mont.

"I-I can do it!"

Elsa raised her small fist to cheer herself on, "I’ve eaten at my whole life, I can’t just enjoy the fruits of others’ labor and shy away from sothing I should face!"

Even kids can muster the courage to face it, so Dais felt she had no reason to back down.

"Okay, then I’ll kill the chicken, and you two kill the duck, no problem?"

The knives in the new kitchen were all custom-made directly from the manufacturer, incredibly sharp, so there was no need to sharpen them.

Picking up the sharpening steel, he gave it a few simple strokes to add a sense of montum. Lin Chen took a deep breath, laid the Western-style knife flat on the cutting board, picked up a dium-sized stainless steel basin from the side to catch the chicken’s blood, and boiled a pot of hot water to pour into another large basin for later use.

"Gurgle..."

Elsa and Dais had already tied their aprons, holding onto the hem with both hands, their knuckles white.

Lin Chen, after all, grew up in Great Xia, and although he hadn’t done it himself, he had definitely watched it many tis, unlike the two won who were witnessing it for the first ti in their lives.

The fact they didn’t faint was already good.

Bending over, he put the chicken’s wings together with both hands, grabbed them, and lifted it up from the bag.

It seed that the unlucky fellow sensed its impending fate and began to struggle violently, clucking non-stop.

Lin Chen frowned tightly, his expression savage. With a resolute heart, he pinched the chicken’s neck sharply, using the hand holding the wings to immobilize it, exposing its throat that kept moving.

He quickly plucked the down feathers from the chicken’s neck, revealing the pale pink skin underneath.

His fingers felt around, confird the location of the main artery, then flipped the sharp Western-style knife from the cutting board in reverse and pressed it onto the spot.

"!!!!"

Elsa and Dais didn’t expect Lin Chen’s movents to be so clean and swift, not giving them any ti to buffer, the blade was already placed on the chicken’s neck, scaring them into holding each other tightly.

"Woo woo woo..."

The rooster still attempted to struggle, but the disparity in strength was too vast, so it could only shake symbolically a couple of tis, unable even to make a sound.

Lin Chen gritted his teeth, eyes wide open, the sharp blade in his hand slicing down diagonally just like cutting steaks or fish fillets, back again with another cut.

The rooster in his hand trembled intensely, instantly exploding with extraordinary strength in its struggle.

He didn’t expect this at all, fearing it might break free and spray blood all over the kitchen, he used all his might with his left hand to grip its head and wings tightly, threw the knife away with his right hand, grabbed its legs and hung it upside down, aiming for the basin in the sink to bleed it out.

The bright red blood flowed down like milk from the cut in the throat.

The two won covered their lips tightly, afraid that their screams might affect Lin Chen’s movents.

Fortunately, the whole process happened quickly, only about half a minute before the unfortunate rooster was completely silent.

After draining all the chicken’s blood, soaking it in hot water and rolling it around a few tis, he could start plucking its feathers.

The water temperature couldn’t be too hot, and the ti for scalding the feathers couldn’t be too long, otherwise, it would cause the chicken skin to shrink, making it harder to pluck the feathers.

Lin Chen had the kind of personality where once he made up his mind, he must grit his teeth and persist no matter what.

Having killed it, there was no longer any hesitation. His hands moved swiftly, and within ten seconds or so, he had mostly plucked it clean, taking a bit more care of the remaining small feathers later.

The most challenging step was over, and in his view, the remaining cutting posed no difficulty at all.

With scissors, he stabbed into the chicken’s belly, cut it open, reached inside, and scooped out.

A colorful pile of innards spilled all over the floor.

"Yaaah!!!!!!"

The two won couldn’t hold it in and scread out loud.

If the earlier bloodletting scene was sowhat bearable, as it resembled a bloody movie scene, the gutting was definitely the biggest trauma in their lives.

Just monts ago, the lively, clucking, bouncing chicken was, in a matter of minutes, throat-slit, plucked, disemboweled—such an experience wasn’t sothing you could casually have anywhere.

Dais held her mouth, enduring the sll of burnt feathers at her nose, forcibly suppressing the urge to vomit.

She suddenly thought of a horrifying fact.

If the slaughter of small poultry like chickens and ducks was so terrifying, then the process of slaughtering larger mammals like pigs, cows, sheep, and deer...

She didn’t dare to think further.

In that instant, a deep respect arose in her heart for the butcher profession.

What kind of strong heart must they have to keep going?

As she was lost in thought, Elsa, done screaming albeit looking deathly pale, had a glint of eagerness in her eyes.

"Chef, are we ready to start?"

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"!"

Lin Chen and Dais were both startled, turning their heads to look at her.

"If you feel ready, then go ahead."

"Okay, I’m going to start!"