After Ding Qiunan made sure that Li Donglai had no wounds on his body, he turned his attention to the big wild boar.
Although she didn't know how powerful the wild boar was, the size of the wild boar was there.
It's as big as five adults.
It's so scary.
The second aunt brought a basin of water.
With admiration in his eyes, Ding Qiunan picked up a towel, twisted it, and wiped the blood on Li Donglai's face.
...
When the folks in Qinjiagou learned that the meat was going to be divided, they all lined up under the big locust tree.
Soon, Qin Sanmin also divided the meat.
Although Qinjia Village has a large population of wild boars, each family only received half a catty.
For the half that Li Dong came, he had people put it into a linen bag and put it on the bicycle.
There was no way to distribute the remaining small intestines, small intestines, pig lungs and other bits and pieces. Qin Sanmin frowned and thought for a while.
A trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes, and he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Make a fire!"
"Japanese ancestors are so stubborn. We can't do it today. Here are some old ladies to cook these intestine mince. Let's make a pot of offal soup."
After hearing the village chief's words, everyone swallowed hard.
Offal soup, how delicious it must be.
"No, let's eat offal soup!"
“Pork offal, offal!”
"Today is the Chinese New Year, Erxiao, call your mother and brothers quickly."
In an instant, the crowd exploded.
Qin Fen found a broken gong and banged it while shouting: "Attention, attention! You guys don't have to cook at noon. Every household went to the big locust tree. Comrade Li Donglai from our village killed a big wild boar.
, let’s eat offal soup for lunch today!”
Just kidding, this is the only pig offal soup served in the big pot since the establishment of Qinjiagou Commune. No one should be left out.
Under the command of Qin Sanmin, the young men carried the big pot from the commune and propped it up under the big locust tree. The aunts and ladies brought firewood from the woods.
"Pork Offal Soup" is a simple dish that does not require too many types of seasonings. Soy sauce, cooking wine, onions, garlic, cinnamon, and star anise are basically enough.
It's a pity that there are no seasonings in the commune kitchen except dried chili peppers and salt.
However, it doesn't matter anymore.
What seasonings do you need when eating meat?
Under Chef Qin Ergou's greeting, the pork offal was quickly put into the pot, sprinkled with bright red chili, and then covered with a lid to simmer.
The second aunt Mou, who was cooking the pot, worked hard to add firewood to the pot. Soon, smoke filled the place under the big locust tree, and the smell of cooking smoke filled the air.
Everyone was squatting not far away, staring straight at the cauldron with big eyes.
Each of them holds an enamel bowl in his hand, even the children.
And chef Qin Ergou is like a leading actor on the stage. Under the envious gaze, he occasionally lifts the lid of the pot and stirs it with a spoon.
When the lid was opened, white mist overflowed, and the rich fragrance mixed with it made everyone unable to help but swallow their saliva.
The flames in the pot stove danced gently, licking the dark bottom of the pot, and also licking people's hearts, making people impatient.
After staying up for an hour, Qin Ergou calculated the time and got up, carefully holding the handle of the lid.
The moment the lid was opened, a deep and heavy fragrance suddenly spread under the big locust tree.
The fragrance is so fragrant that it lingers in your bones, soft and silky.
There is also a pungent taste in it that makes one's bones sore.
Everyone stood up in a daze and walked over in a daze.
"It smells so good. Ergou's craftsmanship is getting better and better."
"Shit! Without meat, no matter how good my craftsmanship is, how can I still make tricks for you?"
...
Seeing more and more people gathered around him, Qin Ergou smashed the big spoon so that it made a clanging sound and said hello: "Everyone, line up for me, come one by one!"
Of course, Qin Ergou first filled two large bowls for Li Donglai and asked Qin Fen to carry them over.
Li Donglai didn't refuse, so he and Ding Qiunan squatted under the big locust tree and started eating.
Hey, don’t tell me, big pot rice tastes delicious.
After taking a sip of the offal soup, a strange heat flowed down the throat and stomach, rippling through the limbs and bones, as if there was a sudden surge of strength.
Ding Qiunan, a city girl who has never eaten from a big pot, also ate with gusto.
She doesn't have a big appetite on weekdays. A small steamed bun and half a bowl of millet porridge is enough for her.
But today, I ate a large piece of sorghum noodles and a large bowl of pork offal soup in one go.
After eating, her face was red and her bangs were wet on her forehead. Li Donglai handed her the towel he had prepared.
Ding Qiunan also realized that he had eaten a little too much, and his face turned red with embarrassment.
By this time, everyone had finished their meal, and a large pot of pork offal soup was shared.
Putting the enamel bowl at his feet, he squatted on the ground and started chatting.
The sun sets in the west.
Li Donglai and Ding Qiunan returned to the capital on bicycles.
The two of them did not go back to the courtyard directly, but came to the tavern.
Since Fan Jinyou was dismissed from his post, the business of the tavern has returned to what it was before, and the restaurant is bustling with people even before the meal is served.
Xu Huizhen, who was busy greeting the guests, saw the two of them, asked the young comrade next to her to take her place, and ran out quickly.
"Brother Donglai, sister Qiunan, please sit down quickly. I made a new jar of wine yesterday and prepared it for you to use at the wedding banquet. You are here just in time, help me taste it."
Li Donglai never understood how people in the capital called brother and sister.
He is three years older than Ding Qiunan and ten years younger than Xu Huizhen.
Logically speaking, Xu Huizhen should call him brother and Ding Qiunan sister.
But.
Every time they meet, Xu Huizhen always calls him brother, but when she calls him Ding Qiunan, she still calls him girl.
Doesn’t this mess with age?
Just when Li Donglai was about to correct Xu Huizhen, Ding Qiunan couldn't wait to pull Xu Huizhen to the bicycle.
"Sister Huizhen, look what we brought you this time."
"What? It seems to be dripping with blood."
Xu Huizhen opened the linen bag and saw the fleshy wild boar meat inside. Not only was she not frightened, her eyes also burst out with sparks of joy.
“Really wild boar!
"
She looked at Ding Qiunan in disbelief: "Sister, I'm worried about the meat and vegetables for the day after tomorrow. With so much wild boar meat, I'm sure I can give you a beautiful wedding."
While speaking, she looked around and asked in a low voice: "But where did you get so much wild boar meat?"
It's no wonder that Xu Huizhen asked this question. It's not allowed to go hunting in the mountains these days. If someone reports her, she might have to follow suit.
Ding Qiunan told the story of returning to Qinjiagou, and took out a letter of explanation stamped with the red stamp of Qinjiagou Commune.
In the letter, Qin Sanmin praised Li Donglai for his courageous fight against wild boars in order to protect collective property without fear of danger.
As for this half of wild boar, Qinjiagou rewarded Li Donglai.
After reading the letter of introduction, Xu Huizhen felt relieved. At the same time, her big eyes kept peeking at Li Donglai.
Although this young man looks strong, can he kill such a big wild boar?
