After frying the salt, Yu Sheng grabbed the salt and pepper with his bare hands and rubbed the duck skin rhythmically, making a "rustling" sound in the kitchen.
"I heard from Uncle Shi that my mother arranged a baby wedding for me when I was a child?" Yu Sheng said without looking back.
Aunt Qing, who was drinking, stopped, glanced at Yu Sheng, and then said: "Yes, and there are quite a few."
"Who is there?" Yu Sheng asked curiously, moving his hands non-stop, not even letting go of the duck's inner chamber and mouth.
Aunt Qing, who was reading a book and drinking wine, said, "I didn't know that your mother was afraid that you wouldn't be able to get a wife. Whenever a guest brings this child, she has to say hello."
This mother is truly in love, but she has too little confidence in her son, right?
"It's not that I don't have confidence, it's just your ugly appearance when you were young that makes me lose confidence," Aunt Qing said.
The meat of the duck leg is thicker. I was rubbing it back and forth with salt to let it taste better. I paused for a moment and looked back at Aunt Qing, "What about it?"
"Of course, as for your mother, in public, she didn't even dare to say that this was my son. She blamed it all on me." Aunt Qing said.
However, he didn't want to see his mother for the rest of his childhood. He always snuggled into his aunt's arms, and his mother often scolded him for being heartless.
Yu Sheng heard what Aunt Qing said, glanced at her breasts, put down the duck, and looked at her hands from left to right. It turned out that she had occupied the high ground since she was a child.
Before Yu Sheng could have any further thoughts, a chopstick hit Yu Sheng on the back of the head and bounced back into the chopstick cage.
"Hurry up and get to work. If you think too much, I'll beat you up." Aunt Qing, whose face was slightly red, looked at him angrily.
"Oh, oh." Yu Sheng turned around hurriedly, rubbing the duck's breast, back, bill, and cavity with salt until the duck skin "sweated" and a lot of moisture oozed out.
At this time, the spices of Sichuan peppercorns, salt and star anise are also rubbed into the duck.
After working hard for half an hour, Yu Sheng took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead and corners of his eyes.
Put the salted duck into the tank and let it sit for about an hour to allow the salt and pepper to slowly penetrate and further drive out the moisture from the duck's body.
Yu Sheng, who was free, was about to prepare lunch for the guests. Aunt Qing looked at him and smiled, "There are grains of salt on the forehead and corners of the eyes."
Yu Sheng uses large grains of salt from the wilderness, so it can be seen hanging on his forehead.
"Really?" Yu Sheng wiped it, but not only did it not come off, but the salt grains on the back of his hand got stuck again.
"And." Aunt Qing said. Seeing that Yu Sheng's hands were full of salt, she waved him over.
Yu Sheng lay on the table and put his face close to it. Aunt Qing reached out to wipe it off for him. When she lowered her head, she saw that Yu Sheng's hand was a little red and swollen.
Salt is very irritating to the hands, let alone rubbing the duck with salt for half an hour.
"Don't cook this dish in the future." Aunt Qing said, "There is no need to write it on the dish label, just enjoy it by yourself."
Yu Sheng agreed, and Aunt Qing called Guaizai and came in to help Yu Sheng cook the guests' meals.
Now Wei Zai is able to stand on his own. Not only is Mapo Tofu superior to Mapo, but other dishes are also passed down through the generations.
Yu Sheng was there to help a little, but he was able to do it with ease and followed Aunt Qing out of the kitchen.
The storyteller and his wife were telling stories in the lobby, and the black girl was listening with great interest. She was holding dates in her hands and eating them while listening.
His mouth was dry, and there were leaves beside him to make tea. This was the price the black girl paid for her promise not to fall in love with him.
The man in black didn't go out today. Niu Er and a group of people gathered around the blind male storyteller and listened with great interest. The snake-like face even crossed his legs.
Long Ze was also there, glaring at the black girl with bared teeth, wanting to tear her into pieces.
The little white fox who was listening nearby saw Yu Sheng coming out, jumped off the stool and ran to his feet, circling around Yu Sheng.
Knowing that it was thinking about the duck, Yu Sheng said: "It takes a lot of work to make, and you can only enjoy it at night."
The little white fox heard what Yu Sheng said, and returned to the stool with some disappointment to continue listening to the book. It needed something else to attract its attention, otherwise its impatient heart would be very tormented.
The story being told is indeed very attractive.
The blind storyteller was particularly energetic today, with a high-pitched voice and full of emotion, telling the story of the ups and downs of Youqiong City.
I have heard this story for the rest of my life, and the name of the lord of Youqiong City is even more familiar.
His name was Hou Yi, he was good at shooting, and in his hands the poor city went to glory. However, his wife was not Chang'e, but a vixen, who he snatched back.
Later, this vixen colluded with his men and finally killed Hou Yi and became the lord of Youqiong City.
The storyteller told this part of the story, and it turned into a story about Pan Jinlian killing her husband, and everyone who listened was filled with indignation.
When the story ended in a desolate tone, the snake-like face sighed: "The Central Plains is a land of right and wrong."
After that, he threw a handful of copper coins to the storyteller woman, and the storyteller couple was shocked and quickly thanked her.
The snake-spirited man waved his hands, not daring to look at the woman again. He turned around and asked Yu Sheng: "Shopkeeper, when will we have dinner?"
"Almost." Yu Sheng said, seeing the woman put away the broken drum, helped the man put away the broken drum, and then came to him.
She smelled of soap, and if it weren't for the scars on her face that looked like plaster burns, her life would never have been so wandering.
"Shopkeeper Yu." The veiled woman saluted Yu Sheng.
"You're welcome, just tell me if you have anything." Yu Sheng waved his hand.
He took all their savings and promised to help find the bronze mirror. However, there was no news from them, making Yu Sheng very embarrassed in front of the two of them.
The woman showed the money that had been wrapped in several layers, along with the snake face she had just rewarded, "Today is my brother's birthday, can you help us make a banquet?"
The blind man behind stood up gropingly and nodded to Yu Sheng, "Shopkeeper Yu, I'm done."
"No problem." Yu Sheng stretched out his hand and took out only a few. "The difference in birthdays is only one day. It's fate. That's enough."
"Shopkeeper Yu..." The woman wanted to say more, but Yu Sheng, who had already turned around, waved his hand, threw the copper coin to Aunt Qing and walked into the kitchen.
Hei Niu was surprised that Aunt Qing took the money, and quietly asked Ye Zigao, "Aunt Qing is in charge of the money in the inn?"
Ye Zigao nodded, "She is the one who pays the wages, so don't always fawn over the shopkeeper. As long as it has anything to do with money, this one is the real boss."
"Who flattered you?" The black girl kicked Ye Zi high in the face, stood up and walked towards Aunt Qing.
"Hiss", Ye Zi hugged his legs and saw the black girl walking next to Aunt Qing and talking to Aunt Qing with a smile on her face.
This swordsman not only killed the demonic dragon, but also convinced the adults to hand over the money. Black Girl admired him endlessly.
She decided to learn from her experience and try to get Ye Zigao to obediently hand over her wages.
Yu Sheng personally prepares the dishes for the storyteller and his wife, striving to be as rich as yesterday.
Because of this, the little white fox was driven out to catch rabbits, otherwise it would always hang around the tank, wishing it could eat the duck now.
While cooking, Yu Sheng prepared the marinade for marinating the duck later.
The best salted duck is marinated in old brine, but this was the first time the inn made it and there was no old brine.
Yu Sheng used salt, spices, onions, ginger and Sichuan peppercorns to make a new marinade. Over time, it will naturally become an old marinade.
Almost an hour later, the guests' food was served. Yu Sheng took out the duck and marinated it in a marinade, then went out to eat.
It takes another hour to marinate. After marinating, it has to be hung in a cool and ventilated place to dry in the shade, and then put into the pot for the final process.
Therefore, a dish of salted duck is very complicated, but it also makes Aunt Qing look forward to it.