Candide in Chronology is on strike

When Qin Xi got home, she set up a pot, picked off the fat from the pork, and separated the skin from the meat. She wanted to keep the pork skin for making dumplings. She didn't like dumplings filled with pure meat, so she had to put some pork skin stuffing on it. When it is supported, the taste is stronger and more delicious.

Wash the fat meat and the [-] taels of pork suet and cut into small pieces, pour half a scoop of water into the pot, then pour the fat meat in, and boil it slowly.

At the beginning, the smell of meat filled the kitchen, but as the cooking time became longer, the smell of meat was covered by the smell of oil. In this era of general shortage of oil and water, the smell of lard is synonymous with delicious food , At this time, you have no status at home and can't even eat the lard bibimbap.

Every time the vegetables are fried with oil, the work of wiping the pot is often the exclusive right of the most favored child in the family. Whether it is rice, porridge or sweet potatoes, they are all poured into the pot directly, and then turned over with the spatula. Stir, if it's sweet potatoes, smash them. After this operation, the remaining soup and oil in the pot can be stained all over the place.

"Are you ready?" Qin Jiang looked at the oil residue in the pot while burning the fire, and was hooked by the overbearing oil scent, and had to stand aside everything.

"Soon, you take out the firewood from the stove first, the temperature of this hot oil pan is enough to squeeze out the oil in these oil residues."

The location of Qinxi station is quite a distance from the stove, about one meter away!

No matter how many times she cooks lard, she stays away from the pot that may be splattering hot oil.

Fortunately, this oil refining is not like cooking. It requires someone to stand by the side all the time to stir fry. Basically, she doesn't need to stir the fat meat after it is put into the pot. The rest is up to the person who burns the fire.

Qin Jiang was very much looking forward to this pot of hot oil. Not only did he not retreat, but he also moved forward very actively. However, only a few drops of hot oil splashed out from the front of the pot, and the back was safe and sound. He saw Qin Jiang's face that kept leaning forward and couldn't hold back.

One minute passed, and it seemed that it was almost boiled. Qin Xi quickly fished out the lard residue. This is the oil residue that will be used to make dumplings on New Year's Eve. It will be bad if it is burnt.

Putting the bowl filled with lard dregs on the table aside, Qin Xi turned his head and saw Qin Jiang blinking his pitiful and innocent big eyes, without saying a word, just looking at her like this, straight to the point My heart softened.

"Not now, the oil residue is too hot, it will burn your mouth, you have to let it cool for 2 minutes before you can eat it."

"Okay!" Qin Jiang almost counted the next time.

When counting to one hundred and two, Qin Jiang looked at Qin Xi: "Sister, two minutes have passed."

This counting method was taught to him by Qin Xi, 60 seconds is 1 minute, 2 minutes is 120 seconds, counting a number is 2 second, 120 minutes is 120 seconds, and you need to count [-] numbers.

"Wait a minute, I'll sprinkle some salt, it will taste better."

The snow-white powdered salt was turned over in the golden lard residue, and when it was shaken well, Qin Xi took two pieces for her brother first: "Try it, is it the taste?"

She finally found out that when the two of them were alone, her brother's character would be very soft, and when he spoke, he was a bit coquettish in it, but he still looked very serious in front of outsiders , the whole unsmiling cool guy, rarely speaks.

"It's delicious, you can eat it too!"

The rich aroma of oil combined with the saltiness, the oily flowers locked in the lard dregs swam in his mouth, coupled with the crispy taste of the lard dregs, the more he chewed, the more delicious it became, and he couldn't stop it.

Qin Jiang chewed for a long time, then swallowed the food he was chewing very reluctantly, and after two seconds of relishing, he ate another piece.

Compared with candy, he prefers this lard residue, and there is no other adjective except delicious.

Seeing how delicious his food was, Qin Xi, who hadn't planned to eat it, succeeded in being hooked.

As soon as it was in his mouth, Qin Xi's eyes lit up, it was delicious!Sure enough, the meat is the most fragrant.

Thinking of the twice-cooked pork, chili fried meat, yellow stewed chicken, stewed local chicken and other delicacies in the previous life, Qin Xi's mouth watered. Once the appetite was stimulated, this idea of ​​salt mixed with lard residue obviously couldn't satisfy her appetite.

Among other things, the dish of fried pork with chili can be eaten right away. She decided that she will eat fried pork with chili at noon today. The chili is dried chili, but its flaws are not concealed, and it is still very good as a meal.

There is also a clear stewed local chicken with only ginger and salt as seasoning. There are still many chicken farmers in the village, and it is definitely a local chicken, but it is a bit expensive, five yuan a piece. Qin Xi plans to ask about it in the next two days. See if you can buy it, I don't know if the old hen can be cheaper.

Although the oil residue is delicious, it is easy to get angry. Moreover, what they usually eat is very little oily water. If they eat too much oil residue at once, they are likely to get upset.

Of course, Qin Xi and his three brothers and sisters only have so much fat. If they want to have a stomachache, this kind of greasy residue is definitely not enough. She eats so little, she is simply reluctant to part with it.

Thinking of Qin He who hadn't eaten lard residue yet, and the dumplings on New Year's Eve, Qin Xi held back and only ate two pieces, and then added another piece to Qin Jiang who was eager to see through, and put the bowl on the table.

"Brother, you wait at home. Watch out for our meat and oil. I'll go find the second child and see if it's his turn. Don't worry, we'll definitely have a meal of meat for lunch today."

With this guarantee, Qin Jiang straightened his eyebrows: "I'll wait for you at home, and I'll feed the rabbit, so he can obediently accompany you to buy meat."

In his eyes, rabbits are still very important, because rabbits are equal to meat. If these little rabbits are raised, his sister can sell them for money to buy meat.

Moreover, he also likes to eat rabbit meat. Although he only ate it once, he can't remember the taste of the rabbit meat he ate at that time, but the word "delicious" is a memory engraved deep in his mind. Here, I will never forget.

"Brother, you are still welcome, I will tell my second brother." She is very confident in her brother, and she will never let him touch or let him eat, and he will never move.

Moreover, even if he ate the lard residue in the bowl, it would be fine, the big deal is that the dumplings on New Year's Eve will not add that little lard residue, but add more chopped green onion, and the taste should be similar.

Qin Xi took a basket and rushed to the sun-drying field. On the way, there was a strong smell of oil everywhere. Everyone was cooking lard, ready to welcome the arrival of the new year!
The children who were boiling lard at home all stood at the kitchen door waiting eagerly, stretching their necks, greedily wanting to inhale all the fragrance in the air into their chests.