Old Mrs. Deng listened and angrily put the bowls and chopsticks on the table, "Eat, eat, eat, I've never eaten goat!"
Zhang Hugua muttered, "I really haven't eaten it before."
As soon as old Mrs. Deng choked, he immediately stopped talking.
On the other side, Song Qiu came out after hearing the noise, and his eyes lit up when he saw the wild goat.
Goat, that's a good thing, it's so delicious. It's something native to the mountains, so the meat is even more delicious.
She immediately rolled up her sleeves and said, "Wait a minute, I'll give you a roasted whole lamb tonight!"
"Roast the whole lamb? Roast it and eat it?" Zhang Yang was very excited when he heard it and asked how to make it, so he started.
Song Qiu was agitated, and then he came back to his senses. He was roasting a whole lamb. There was nothing, but he couldn't roast it.
Then he had to sigh and said: "Forget it, it will take several hours to bake. If we can't wait, let's fry it and stew it."
"It's such a bad weather. If we can't eat such a big one, it will be spoiled, right?" Song Qiu looked at it and asked again.
Zhang Yang waved his hand and said: "It's okay, you cut it out first and we can eat what you want. The rest will be given to my family as a gift!"
For such a big goat, there are only about twenty households in the village, and each person can cut a piece of it, which is enough.
"Okay, if you run fast, go to Uncle Dali's house first and borrow a sharp knife from his house."
That one that kills pigs is useful.
Zhang Yang nodded and hurried away, and Song Qiu dragged the goat to the lower reaches of the creek to deal with it.
While there was still light left in the sky, I could see clearly.
Zhang Yang went back quickly, he still wanted to help, but when he followed him, he saw that Song Qiu had already hung the goat on the small tree beside the river.
Zhang Yang:......
Before he could say anything, Song Qiu had already taken the sharp knife from his hand, looking calm and steady, as if it was not his first time to kill a sheep.
But obviously, this is her first time handling a goat.
Zhang Yang thought it was a bit strange, but he couldn't figure it out. In the end, he could only attribute it to Ah Qiu being smart.
Thinking like this, Zhang Yang grinned from ear to ear when he looked at the skillful and neat Song Qiu.
What a wonderful daughter-in-law with such ability!
The goat's belly was pierced by an arrow. It may have struggled, but its throat was cut with a knife. Now it was completely dead, and not even a drop of blood could be released.
Song Qiu also didn't have to bleed the sheep, and directly cut the throat completely, pulled out the intestines and tied a knot to prevent the contents from spewing out.
Then use a sharp knife to peel the skin from the base of the leg of lamb.
When the sheep's skin was all peeled off, leaving only the white and tender mutton, Song Qiu disemboweled the goat, took out a set of things from the stomach, put it in a wooden basin on the side, waited for a while to process, and then
The sheep's head was cut off.
Finally, the sheep's body was washed clean of blood and chopped into pieces with a clang of a knife.
Zhang Yang followed behind and counted, exactly twenty-four yuan. He couldn't help but smacked his lips, "Ah Qiu, you are more accurate than Uncle Wang in killing pigs and cutting meat. You said it was twenty-four yuan, but it was really twenty yuan. One piece
It’s not big, it’s not small, it’s all about the same size!”
Song Qiu grinned and thought, her skills in killing things have not surpassed anyone's!
"Okay, hurry up and send the mutton pieces from door to door. It's enough for us to keep one piece and add this set of good things in our stomach."
Zhang Yang listened and didn't think about what good things the intestines in his stomach were, but he didn't question Song Qiu. He quickly agreed and carried the wooden bucket filled with mutton pieces to the village.
Song Qiu stayed and continued to process the haggis, and then went home with his things.
By this time, Zhang Yang had already sent the mutton from door to door, and finally came back with two pieces left. One piece was thrown directly on the table where Zhang Jiagang had put down his bowls and chopsticks.
"Here, I beat a goat. It's a good thing. Let's fry it and eat it tomorrow. You don't have to keep my share. I'm eating it at Grandma Yuan's house!"
Zhang Laodou's eyelids were twitching and he was about to reach out to take out the mutton and throw it out.
Zhang Hugua, who was greedy, had already picked up the mutton piece, "It's such a big piece, it's enough to burn a pot!"
Just as he was watching, a goat was divided. Every household in the village had one. Although this boy was so generous and divided all the meat, he didn't keep much for his own family.
But at least it's better than nothing. Plus, no one in the village is an outsider. Let's just split it up. He's not stingy about this either.
Seeing that Song Qiu had been busy for a long time and only had this piece of meat, which was just an extra set of unpalatable things in his stomach, he became even more stingy.
At this moment, he didn't say that Zhang Yang was a white-eyed wolf. He just asked Miao to put the mutton away so that it wouldn't stink tomorrow.
Zhang Laodou was a step too late and failed to succeed. Seeing that Zhang Yang had already gone to the Song family without looking back, his tone was destined to be stuck again.
In the Song family's kitchen house, it was getting dark, so all they could do was light candles and cook dinner.
Thinking that only the three of them had not eaten dinner, Song Qiu decided to make a simple haggis set and save it for eating slowly at the tea shed at noon tomorrow.
Tonight, let’s stir-fry shredded chili lamb!
The half-cup peppers picked in the dark from the vegetable garden were already half red and no longer green. Song Qiu looked at them and felt very beautiful. She thought that in ten days at most, she would be able to make the bean paste.
By the way, there are also peas, which I will buy someday.
My great-uncle's house probably grows beans, so I should go to his house to buy some.
Song Qiu was planning in his mind and did not delay his work. He took a kitchen knife and cut a lean piece of mutton into shreds. The remaining pieces, which were still connected to the two ribs, were rubbed with salt.
Now, let’s hang them together with the haggis in a water tank to calm down, and we’ll do it again tomorrow.
Add some ginger and garlic to the shredded mutton, add some salt, add some soy sauce, beat an egg white into it, add a little unfinished wine that was brought back to entertain the guests last time, stir together evenly, and marinate.
Then slice the ginger and garlic, and cut the pepper into shreds.
Song Qiu prepared the second dish, which was simply fried old loofah.
First fry the loofah, then wash the pot and fry the mutton.
Heat oil in a pot, add marinated mutton shreds, stir-fry until the water is dry, add ginger and garlic slices and a handful of peppercorns and stir-fry until fragrant.
There is no bean paste or other ingredients, so I can only add shredded chili peppers and stir-fry the flavor, wrap it with shredded mutton, stir-fry on high heat for a while, and then quickly heat up the pot.
Both dishes were ready. Song Qiu brought the pumpkin porridge that had been cooked long ago, and it was time to start the meal.
In the stove room with candle lights, there is a small table for three people, each with a bowl of porridge and the two dishes on the table.
The spicy and numbing taste of the stir-fried mutton shreds with chili peppers immediately conquered Zhang Yang's stomach.
He ate with great satisfaction and praised: "To be honest, Ah Qiu, your cooking is even better than the restaurants I ate in town!"
Song Qiu tasted the shredded mutton with chopsticks and felt that the taste was still lacking, but it was definitely comparable to ordinary restaurants.
Then he smiled and said: "If it tastes good, you can eat more of it. You have worked so hard to hunt this sheep back."
As he said that, he subconsciously picked up a chopstick of mutton for him.