The potato-cooked chicken is a very common dish, and it is very impressive in my mind, and it can be said to be full of the smell of childhood happiness and growth. Remember, as a child, the family lived in a rural village, each family had its own chicken cage, and each family had its own chicken, and because of the limited financial conditions at the time it was difficult to eat, it was only during the New Year's Festival or when important guests came to the family that they brought out a slaughter, entertained guests and improved their lives. At that time, if they killed the chicken, they would stay around the kitchen, waiting for their parents to taste the chicken, and it would be a really good memory. It was very simple at the time, but it tasted so good that my father killed the chicken and then cut it up into large pieces, and the chickens didn't use an early water, and the potatoes were cut into big rollers, and the rural potatoes were hot, pouring into their home-made peanut oil, oil-heated cooking pans, then pouring into the chicken fire, very simple fabrics, only raw and salt, for a while, and the smell of the scent spills over the whole village, and then the water and the potatoes are spread out, the tops of the pot, the burning of the fire, the last hour, and a spattered potato came out of the pot. I'm doing it again today, but now there's no rural pot, but after a little innovation and improvement, the taste of the year is back, full of family love and happiness
