Pork blood meatballs are being made here, and the earthen stove on the other side is also busy.
Cut a large piece of pork suet into small pieces, put it into a black iron pot, and then pour half a bowl of water according to the amount.
Simmer over high heat until all the water in the pot has evaporated. Continue to simmer after the oil comes out. At this time, the fire underneath must be controlled. If the fire is too high, the oil will not turn white. It must be simmered over low heat.
During this period, you need to stir it several times. The originally large lump of pork suet will gradually become smaller in the pot, and it will be boiled until the oil residue in the pot turns golden brown.
The little gluttons were still gathering around the pig blood meatballs earlier, making noises to the adults and saying they wanted to make them too.
But how can a child of this age really calm down and do this?
I say I want to do it, but the essence is that I want to play more.
Parents in the city may still think it is an opportunity to exercise their children's hands-on skills, but children who grew up in the village, fishing in the water and digging eggs in the trees, have always lacked hands-on opportunities since childhood.
The parents were not used to it now and waved their hands in disgust to drive them away.
The Xu family's pigs taste much better than pigs that are usually raised on grains. I guess the taste of these pig blood meatballs must be good too.
Some aunts even use their hands to grab a small lump and taste it when using pig blood and (huo) tofu.
Once you taste it, you will know that the pig blood balls are definitely very delicious.
Originally, this raw pig's blood could be eaten directly. Meicheng also had cold dishes of raw pig's blood with chili and garlic. But later on, people became more and more particular about it, saying that the raw pig's blood was not very clean, and the younger generation was not too careful.
As I get used to it, this dish appears less frequently.
According to the older generation, the cold pig blood from home-raised pigs does not taste fishy at all, and tastes just like eating ice-cold jelly.
Since we can't buy pork, we can't waste any of the pig blood balls.
The little gluttons didn't get a chance to cause trouble. When they smelled the aroma of cooking lard, they ran over in a swarm and chirped to ask the man who cooked the lard.
"Uncle, how long will it take to cut it?"
"Uncle, uncle, I want to eat oil residue."
"Uncle, I want to eat too..."
Several little children shouted uncle and circled around the stove. The man was afraid that the oil would splash on them and told them to stay away from the stove.
Take out a few pieces from the pot and place them on the stainless steel basin next to it. Use your hands to sprinkle the salt on the oil residue and pass it over.
"Take it and wait until it gets colder before eating, otherwise it will burn your mouth."
A few little guys got food, and four or five pairs of hands were carrying a plate from different places. They moved with small steps to the small bench under the verandah. The cooperation of these few people did not look like they were carrying the plates, but more like they were carrying them.
What a great thing to do.
The fried dregs that have just come out of the pan will feel extremely crispy when you put them in your mouth after they have cooled down a bit, with the unique texture of the dregs.
But it's okay to eat one or two, but it will make you feel greasy if you eat too much.
In addition to being eaten directly, the fried dregs also taste great when fried with chili peppers. The crispy dregs will become a bit softer and tender.
Xu Qingzhi imitated the children and stood by the stove.
The uncle who cooked the lard laughed at her: "What's wrong, are you greedy too?"
He said this, but his hands were already using a slotted spoon to fish out a few oil residues, and put them in the small bowl next to him, "Take it and eat it."
"Thank you, Brother Wen." Xu Qingzhi happily took it.
She calls people brother. After all, she is at this age and she has no shame in calling people uncle like a child.
Xu Qingzhi was not used to it before. After all, she had been taught since she was a child that when she saw older men and women, she would call those she didn't recognize uncle or aunt.
Until her senior year in high school, Xu Qingzhi gave up her seat to someone on the bus. The grandma brought a little baby and asked the little baby to shout: "Thank you, auntie."
Xu Qingzhi was stunned for a moment, why did she become an aunt?
The entire university was a process of desensitization to the term 'auntie'. It was not until she came out of society that she had completely accepted being called auntie by a little baby, and her original understanding of being called auntie or uncle by people in their thirties and forties automatically became
Calling people brother and sister.
The oil residue had a crispy texture. Xu Qingzhi took a bowl and ate one, and Rhubarb came over wagging its tail and squatted down in front of her obediently.
Xu Qingzhi passed the oil residue with his hand to feed it.
Dahuang stretched his neck and came over to smell it, then sat back down, his bright eyes always looking at her and then at the ground, gesturing for her to throw it to the ground.
He still won't eat what's on his hand.
Xu Qingzhi threw it in front of it, and the rhubarb immediately licked it into his mouth, without even chewing it, and swallowed it in one bite.
After eating one, his round eyes became brighter, his tail swayed rhythmically from side to side, and he stared straight at the bowl in Xu Qingzhi's hand.
Xu Qingzhi ate one and fed it another.
There's nothing you can do if you want to feed me more, the bowl is already empty.
Until a large pot of lard residue was fished out, the cooked lard was still brown in color. Use a large round spoon to scoop the lard into the stainless steel basin. The oil was hot. The adult asked the child worriedly
Don't go that way.
Xu Qingzhi didn't feel tired, so he ate a few more oil residues, then packed the pork, rode a tricycle, and went out to the town to send express delivery.
There are no vegetables sold at home recently, so I have to go to town myself to send express delivery.
The packaged pork was sent to friends in Kyoto by express delivery, and the small cedars dug out from the aura space together with the soil were also delivered to the endangered plant protection base.
The four small cedar trees have grown from tender stems the size of a fingernail to the size of saplings.
After sending the courier, she sent the courier tracking number and took photos of the saplings to the person in charge of handover.
The other party may have been too busy and didn't reply immediately. She put the phone back in her cell phone and drove back on her tricycle.
Three days later, Xu Qingzhi's bank card received a credit.
Even though she said she didn't want it, the organization still gave it to her.
The mountain spring water in Houshan was originally sold to Jiang Zhan's boutique supermarket. Later she found out that the mountain spring water did not appear in the boutique supermarket and was bought by the organization from Jiang Zhan at a high price.
Now that Xu Qingzhi has joined the organization, there is no need to go to Jiang Zhan for second-hand services. He can directly contact Qingzhi. Money still has to be spent, and Xu Qingzhi’s price has been discounted by 50%.
Soon, the boutique supermarket officially launched Fuwang Farm Spring Water.
Once the mountain spring water went on sale, it immediately became popular among wealthy people in Kyoto.
You must know that at this time, talking about toxicity regardless of dose is just a hooliganism. For example, the problem of heavy metal residues in rice will only be dealt with when it exceeds the standard.
However, the products from Fuwang Farm are genuine and have passed testing institutions. Not only are they free of pollution, but they are also rich in nutrients, and even this mountain spring water is no exception.
Mountain spring water was launched in boutique supermarkets, and the sales of other products in the supermarkets also increased significantly.
Xu Qingzhi didn't know this. When Jiang Zhan came and asked her if he could sell more mountain spring water, she refused without hesitation.
After all, money can never be made, but water resources are not inexhaustible and must be used in moderation.
Even though there are cheating tools such as spiritual energy formations and spiritual energy spaces, Xu Qingzhi is very determined to protect the environment.