There is a large black iron pot on the earthen stove.
Put the cold oil in the pot, and soon there will be smoke coming out from the edge of the pot. Throw the fat pieces in first, the frying oil will sizzle, and now the meat will start to smell, and the fat will turn brown.
Oily meat.
Chili peppers cut into thin strips are sautéed in hot oil until fragrant.
This kind of fresh local pork that only eats rice bran and has not been fed with hormone fertilizers is used for frying. There is no need to marinate it with any seasonings. If the meat is marinated, it will lose its original meat flavor and become weird.
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When the meat comes out of the pot, stir-fry it with a large round spoon to prevent the meat from turning into lumps.
The authentic meat aroma is stronger and spreads farther.
"Why is this pork so fragrant when fried?"
The aunt who was doing the job couldn't help but praise.
Even the old man who was washing the pig intestines and entrails over there looked back and said with a smile: "Oh, Yanmei's pork is so delicious when fried."
Fragrant, really fragrant, that pure meaty aroma.
"No, this meal is going to be a real treat."
"This meat is so fragrant."
Everyone swallowed subconsciously.
A few children who did not have mobile phones to play games were milling around the stove with eyes as eager as rhubarb.
The fried pork with chili comes out of the pot, followed immediately by the fried pork ears and pig head.
The aunt on the side looked at these little guys, taking chopsticks to take a bite of meat each, and said with a smile: "You are all little greedy people, have you never eaten anything delicious?"
The kids didn't mind it, they just put it in their mouths and ate it happily, then they all ran off to watch and play games.
Beside the stove, there was only rhubarb and no meat.
It watched the aunt divide a piece of meat each, wagging its tail happily, staring straight at it. Several times, it couldn't help but wanted to get up and get closer, but then sat down and sat there obediently.
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As a result, there was no meat and no meat was given to it!
Ouch~
Bad guy~
Dahuang let out an unhappy "whimper", but no one paid attention. He then "whimpered" twice, and then "woof, woof, woof" in displeasure at the bad guy.
The aunt glanced at it, waved her hand, and stamped her foot!
"Go, go, go, go, there's no way a dog like you can eat such good meat."
Dahuang was driven away, and he angrily scratched his head several times with his paws to hide his embarrassment, then sat on the edge of the courtyard and looked at the vegetable patch in front of him.
I want to go to Gongcaicai!
It looked back with its little head, glanced at its little master, and couldn't move!
But it doesn’t even have meat, can’t it even eat vegetables?
It stood up and was about to jump.
"rhubarb!"
It turned around and saw its little master holding a big chicken leg in front of it.
"Eat."
Today, my family killed a chicken and a duck, stewed the chicken in soup, and made beer-based duck from the duck.
Her mother was thinking about the two little ones who liked to eat chicken legs and stewed them in water.
Xu Qingzhi came out carrying a chicken leg.
Rhubarb's tail instantly turned into a propeller, eating the meat happily.
Xu Qingzhi reached out and touched its head, "Eat quickly, don't let those two little guys find out."
The two little ones went to other places to play wildly. If they were here, Xu Qingzhi would never even think of taking the chicken legs out of the pot.
The aunt on the side saw it and smiled: "Qingzhi, you are really willing to give such a big chicken leg to the dog."
Xu Qingzhi could tell that there was no malice in these words. It's just that dogs in rural areas always eat leftovers. Giving good things to dogs is called a waste of food.
A few decades ago, it was hard to get even a meal of meat from the ground. Chickens were kept at home to lay eggs, and chicken legs were the best thing. If they were to be eaten by the most favored person in the family, where would it be?
Get the dog.
Xu Qingzhi smiled and said, "We are going to kill the pig today. Let's eat the good ones and let the little ones eat some good ones too."
When my aunt heard this, she just said: "This dog is enjoying a lot of happiness."
Rhubarb barked at her unhappily, "Bad guy, don't give it meat."
Then he was knocked on the head by Xu Qingzhi.
"Dahuang, don't be aggressive to others, be a polite dog."
Dahuang obediently lowered his head and continued to chew the meat. The chicken bones crunched loudly, and the corners of his mouth curled up as he chewed the meat.
After Wang Yanmei finished frying the pig ears and pig head meat, she went inside to stir-fry green vegetables, and asked another aunt to stir-fry Meicheng's stir-fried butchered vegetables.
First fry the pork belly to get the fat, then put in the ginger, garlic and chopped wine pot chili, then add the pork intestines, pork loin and pork liver.
When it's finally out of the pot, garlic leaves are also added, and the aroma is overwhelming.
The pork-killing dishes here in Meicheng are not like those in the north, where they are stewed in one pot. They are all fragrant and stir-fried, and are perfect for rice.
Several stoves are started at the same time.
There is also dried bean dumpling meat, but the method is a little different from Wang Yanmei's. This time the pork belly is fried in oil to make the skin wrinkled and tender, which makes it taste more fragrant.
Pig blood is made into pig blood soup. It is simple to make. Just sauté chili pepper, minced garlic and other accessories, pour boiling water, add seasonings, put the pig blood in, and finally sprinkle with a few green onions.
There was also a lot of fresh pig blood. Wang Yanmei and her aunts were making pig blood balls in the afternoon.
A delicious meal of pig-killing rice started to be eaten. Everyone was crowded in to eat, and there were two tables occupied.
The children are not served at the table, and the parents put some food in their rice bowls and tell them to eat while they are there.
Children don't like tables at all, so a few people were holding bowls and eating while standing on the courtyard. Inexplicably, they were still able to eat, and suddenly they started running.
This one was chasing that one, and a child ran so fast that he and the bowl were thrown out, crying loudly.
The adults heard it while they were eating, turned around to look, and called the parents of the child to say that their baby had fallen.
The parents here could still eat a piece of meat leisurely, then slowly went out, lifted the person up from the ground, first patted the rice on the collar, and then slapped the ashes on the buttocks, giving him a hard spanking.
Two or three times.
"You are not honest even if you eat. If you don't want to eat, don't eat."
The child was crying "Wow wow" and was very sad.
Some of the parents who were eating continued to eat, while others turned around with their rice bowls in hand to help comfort their children: "Sister, don't cry, don't cry. Come on, there are chicken wings here for you to eat. Don't cry anymore."
The child cried for a long time and was tired.
With snot running away from his nose, he licked his mouth, wiped his nose with his hand, and followed the adult obediently, waiting for his mother to fill him with rice and vegetables again.
After finishing it, the adult said to Wang Yanmei embarrassedly: "I broke a bowl in your house."
Wang Yanmei waved her hand: "What's the point, just a kid."
People in the village rarely use the word "naughty kid" to describe children. They only know that children love to play by nature. As long as they make mistakes, it doesn't matter, they will always say "just a kid" and let them go.
Sanwazi, who was crying sadly just now, is now sitting obediently on the small bench, holding the chicken wings and chewing them.