flee from famine!After being forced to sell to a rough man, I counterattacked

Chapter 23

Qin Min was not sure in his heart, and only vaguely remembered that those videos were done like this, "No, this is just the first step, and we will have to add more salt in a day or two."

The two walked towards a thatched hut with five jars in their arms.

Qin Min was more and more surprised as she walked, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw Liang Dawei parked next to her thatched cottage.

Fu Minglai lived next door to her.

Liang Dawei pushed open the door and said carelessly: "Boss, is your cabinet useful? If not, please lend it to us."

The people in the room are changing clothes, with their tendons exposed, revealing the perfect inverted triangle shoulder-to-waist ratio and smooth mermaid lines.

The sunlight outside the house shone on those strong and strong muscles, and each piece seemed to be shining brightly.

Fu Minglai had just finished putting on his trousers, and said softly, "You have to wipe it first, the inside of the cabinet should be dusty."

As he was speaking, he saw Qin Min behind Liang Dawei, paused, and put on the sackcloth calmly and casually.

Qin Min glanced at the figure that was far superior to that of the protagonist in many films, then looked away, and waited for Liang Dawei to clean the cabinet before putting the jar in the cabinet for him.

The two left the house and prepared to go back to the thatched hut to make bacon.

Liang Dawei was walking beside her. Seeing Qin Min's ears turned red, he asked puzzledly, "Little lady, are you hot?"

Qin Min rubbed his feverish ears, "Well, the weather has gotten hotter recently."

too hot.

It's so hot it makes your throat dry.

The two returned to the thatched hut.

Qin Min glanced at the remaining five catties of pork strips that were as thick as a baby's fist, and a scene flashed in his mind, that seemed to be thicker than this pork strip...

Even if it is just a phantom passing by, it is very scary.

Qin Min picked up the pot of meat and walked out of the thatched hut.

Outside the shed, Sun Chengyi and Liang Dawei built two one-meter-high stone piles with a few wooden sticks in the middle.

The two men built a fire between the piles of stones, burning fresh twigs, and billows of smoke rose.

Qin Min was about to put the pork on the stick.

Uncle Liang walked out of the hut, covered his mouth, and walked towards them angrily, "Who is playing with fire!"

"The smoke was blowing into my room, and it was killing me."

"Quickly put out the fire for me."

They were upwind, and Uncle Liang's house was downwind. When the wind blew, the smoke would blow towards Uncle Liang's house.

From a distance, his big thatched hut seemed to be surrounded by clouds of smoke.

Liang Dawei raised his face blackened by the smoke, and said hastily, "Uncle Liang, we are not playing with fire, we are making bacon."

It's okay if you don't explain, but with his explanation, Uncle Liang's face is darker than theirs, and he sternly reprimanded: "Don't do it! Don't do it! Stop it!"

Sun Chengyi and Liang Dawei were startled, and they didn't dare to add more branches to it.

Uncle Liang said angrily: "Last time you made that bacon, I won't mention how disgusting it tasted, but you dare to do it!"

Liang Dawei felt relieved in his heart, it was good not to mention it, so as not to be ashamed in front of the little lady.

"The taste is indeed lacking a little bit, it would be nice to improve it..."

Uncle Liang became even more angry, "Is that a little bit lacking! It's greasy, salty and smelly to death. I drank the water for three days, and the smell still lingers in my throat. I still feel like vomiting when I think about it. I've lived more than half of my life." For the first time in my life, I feel that eating food is worse than death."

Liang Dawei coughed lightly, "The taste does need to be adjusted, but the point is that we made it."

Sun Chengyi elbowed him. Shut up, he's a fool. I didn't see Uncle Liang was about to die of anger.

Uncle Liang was furious, "You still think you've done a good job, don't you? Don't think about the last time I ate a bite of your bacon, how many people almost died of vomiting and diarrhea, and how many nights I spent to take care of them properly."

Liang Dawei insisted weakly: "Uncle Liang, this time is different."

Uncle Liang was so angry with their attitude of repeated defeats and battles that his head ached. After all, he was young and fearless. He thought that if something broke, he would have diarrhea at most. He didn't know that some people just drag it and it's gone.

"What's the difference! Why is it different! This is something to eat. If you don't do it well, it will eat people to death. If you don't know how to do it, don't mess around. Don't you have to kill someone before you know how to stop?"

This is too heavy a word.

The two burly men were like little blackened quails, both limp and speechless.

Liang Dawei looked at Qin Min behind him from the corner of his eye.

The little lady didn't have much self-confidence, she always said that she didn't remember how to do it, she would not do it well, and now she was scolded by Uncle Liang so much, she definitely planned to back down.

Qin Min was relatively petite and was tightly blocked by the two of them, so he had to walk a few steps away and appeared in front of Uncle Liang.

She said softly: "Uncle Liang, don't be angry. We just want to save food. We don't want to mess around. I didn't pay attention to the direction of the wind and smoked your house. I'm really sorry. Meat, really shouldn't mess around—"

She really needs time to go through all the gourmet books in the space to confirm the steps of marinating, instead of rushing ducks to the shelves and messing around.

The steps that Uncle Liang sent up are exactly what she wanted.

Liang Dawei and Sun Chengyi were in a hurry, the little lady really wanted to put down the burden!
"Little lady, don't listen to Uncle Liang. Uncle Liang is talking about us and has nothing to do with you."

Uncle Liang was stunned when he saw Qin Min appearing. After hearing what they said, he saw the pork in Qin Min's hand, and then he reacted, and said in surprise: "You made this bacon, little lady?"

Qin Min had to admit, "... yes."

If anyone gets food poisoning after eating this bacon, she is the main person in charge.

Uncle Liang was silent for a while, his face softened visibly.

"So that's the case, I was reckless."

They are little peasant girls who work in the kitchen all day long, so how could they not know how to make bacon.

Not to mention anything else, his old lady can make a good bacon. It tastes salty and delicious, soft and fat but not greasy in the mouth. No one in the village will praise it.

Thinking back to this day, he still salivates, and he still thinks about the bacon in her hand so that he can't sleep.

Qin Min said softly: "Uncle Liang, please don't say that, you are right, we really shouldn't spoil this food, brother Liang, please put out this fire, don't smoke it, by the way, remember to go to your head Son, bring back the cured meat, don’t marinate it, just eat it directly.”

She tried to make marinated products based on the methods in her fragmentary memory, and she had to fumble the seasoning in the steps, which was really too big.

If it eats people up badly, it's better not to do it.

Liang Dawei was struck by a bolt from the blue.

Don't marinate anymore?
He heard people say that salted bacon is very delicious, but he has never tasted it. Seeing the little lady bacon, he is still looking forward to it.

Uncle Liang hurriedly explained: "Hey, don't worry about it, young lady. I only saw the two of them just now, and thought they were making trouble again, so I said that. These brats don't know anything, how can they be compared with you? Just make bacon, don't get angry with me, an old man."

(End of this chapter)