Spring is coming

Chapter 42

Braised pork trotters is what Mo Jingchun considers to be the best way to cook it.

The pair of pigs I bought today have thick and meaty front tendons, which are especially suitable for marinating.

Naturally, this method is also the most troublesome.

The braised soup should be prepared the night in advance.

Mo Jingchun took out the spices he bought from the town today, found out a few things needed to make the stew soup and put them aside. He washed the chicken bones that he had gotten from Mrs. Liu in the evening and mixed them with them. Throw the tube bones into the pot together and cook for two hours.

She started to stay up after dinner, and she didn't finish until even the village dogs fell asleep.

When you open the lid of the pot and see that the soup is milky white, it is ready. This is the soup stock.

Then, Mo Jingchun wrapped the spices in clean gauze and threw them into the soup stock. He added ginger, garlic, sugar, salt and other seasonings, then cooked them for about half an hour, and finally fished them all out.

Let the stewed soup cool overnight.

After doing all this, I really couldn’t stand it anymore.

After covering the stewed soup in the kitchen, Mo Jingchun stretched himself back to the house and lay down, falling asleep almost as soon as he touched the bed.

At dawn the next day, she got up again and continued processing the pig's trotters.

There were a lot of stubble on the pig's trotters that had not been plucked out, and Mo Jingchun felt like it pricked her mouth just looking at it. She burned it thoroughly with a fire and then used a hard-bristled brush to brush it, and finally the dirt on it was cleaned.

Then throw the pig's trotters into cold water.

This time it will take an hour to soak, during which the water will be changed at least three times.

After soaking, Mo Jingchun chopped the pig's trotters into small pieces. At this time, the sky was bright. Gao and Mo Qinglin were both up, wiping their faces in the yard and feeding the chickens.

"Chun'er, when can I eat it?"

While she was blanching the pig's trotters, Mo Qinglin squeezed in, poked his head in front of the pot, and showed a coveted expression at the brine being heated in the other pot.

"Uncle, go away! Your saliva is about to fall into the pot."

Mo Jingchun felt disgusted and pushed his head further away.

"Okay, okay, uncle, I won't disturb you. I will clean the chicken shed for you and leave an extra piece for me later!"

Mo Qinglin smiled playfully.

But since there was no one around to disturb him, Mo Jingchun took out the blanched pig's trotters and transferred them to another pot with stewed soup, and then just stayed in front of the pot.

Mo Jingchun liked a slightly chewier texture, so he didn't cook it in the stew for too long and turned off the heat after about half an hour.

She was afraid that half an hour was too short and wouldn't taste good enough, so she fished it out together with the stewed soup, put it in an earthen pot and soaked it for another half an hour, and then took out the stewed pig's trotters.

"smell good!"

Mo Qinglin followed Mo Jingchun all the way until she put the bowl on the table: "Uncle, I will send it to Brother Bo. You go and call grandma back. Don't eat it secretly!"

The two pairs of braised pig's trotters came out quite a lot, so she divided two bowls and filled them full.

Not wanting to be seen as talkative by the villagers along the way, she covered the basket with a cloth to prevent the dust from falling on it.

That's how it is in the village.

When Mo Jingchun arrived, he accidentally ran into Bo Qingshan practicing swordplay in the yard.

This was the first time she met Bo Qingshan doing morning exercises.

In the bleak autumn wind, Bo Qingshan quickly used a set of sword moves.The sword body is like a beam of cold light, sometimes turning into a dragon entering the sea, sometimes turning into a rainbow piercing the sun.

Mo Jingchun was dazzled by what he saw, and did not notice that the rustling autumn leaves that were forced down by the sword energy were drenched all over his body.

Bo Qingshan noticed her coming and hurriedly put away his sword, frowning and said: "Why don't you make a sound even though you're here? What should you do if you get hurt?" He just sensed someone behind him and turned around to see her standing a few steps away. He jumped, and then got a little angry: It was such a small yard, and he didn't know someone was coming. What if he didn't pay attention and got stabbed?
Mo Jingchun waved his hand and placed the basket on the stone table beside him: "I am very fast, I will definitely be able to avoid it."

In exchange for a strike from Bo Qingshan.

He was sweating all over and the clothes on his back were wet. He felt that it was not appropriate to meet guests like this, so he asked Mo Jingchun to sit in the courtyard for a while: "I'll go change my clothes first, you sit down first, or You can just go to the study room and read."

Mo Jingchun listened to his words and found a book from the study that he could understand most of. Originally, he didn't sit in the study, but just enjoyed the crisp autumn air in the small courtyard.

Bo Qingshan changed into a crimson round-neck robe and tied a leather belt around his waist, which made him look thinner and slender.

Mo Jingchun saw him dressed so grandly, so he couldn't help but ask: "Brother Bo, do you want to see guests today?"

Bo Qingshan opened the basket she brought and took a look. Hearing this, he raised the corners of his lips and said, "Yes, we have an honored guest today."

"Then are you going to the town? Or the county?"

"No, I'm just here, waiting for him to come to your door." Bo Qingshan smiled with a hint of ridicule, "I haven't seen my cousin for a long time. I don't know what he will say this time that I don't like to hear. Woolen cloth?"

Mo Jingchun was stunned, only understanding that his cousin was coming. Wasn't it inappropriate for him to be here?
Here, Mo Jingchun was still thinking of leaving, but Bo Qingshan asked her to stay: "Girl Jingchun, you have to do me a big favor today."

What can she do for him?

Mo Jingchun was confused.

He saw the corner of Bo Qingshan's mouth raised, and he seemed to be in a good mood: "Please prepare a banquet for me tonight. Just ask Hang Sheng for the required ingredients. There's just one thing you need to pay attention to. My hon. Uncle, I never touch anything spicy."

"So... make all light dishes?"

"No." Bo Qingshan rubbed his wrist joints and made a squeaking sound. There was a chill in his smile, "It's all spicy, the spicier the better."

!!!

Mo Jingchun noticed from the smile of the person in front of her. She felt that the relationship between Bo Qingshan and his cousin was not very good.

This is a fight between gods and gods. Will the kid suffer?
Mo Jingchun wanted to refuse. Wouldn't it be better to ask Hang Sheng to do such an errand?He didn't even need to bother thinking about a dish full of chili peppers. Just using his normal cooking skills would be enough to make people cry. He was guaranteed to make his uncle come here the first time and not the next time.

She doesn't want to suffer.
Bo Qingshan gestured to her despicably: "Do this for me, this is your reward."

Ok.

Mo Jingchun was silent and agreed.

She has always been more tolerant of generous people.

Still silent, she pointed to the food basket on the table: "Braised pig's trotters."

Bo Qingshan had already noticed it and was ready to make a move.

At this moment, he followed her words and picked up a piece and put it into his mouth without even using chopsticks.

The surface of the braised pig's trotters is red and shiny, and the juice overflows when you take a bite of the pork trotters. The meat of the trotters is crispy and sticky but still chewy. It is entangled with the teeth and is difficult to separate.

Bo Qingshan was annoyed that it was too difficult to deal with, but his body was very honest.

Before he could swallow it in his mouth, he couldn't wait to twist a piece in his hand.

Mo Jingchun was not polite to him, and sat across from him and began to eat - because of him, he had to stay here for most of the day and could not go back to eat the braised pig's trotters left by his family.

Seeing that she also sat down, Bo Qingshan tried his best to look more polite and commented: "Very good, very good."

Seeing that he had already made a preliminary judgment, Mo Jingchun asked sincerely: "Brother Bo, do you think it would be feasible if I took the braised pork to the town and sold it? It doesn't matter whether it is braised pig trotters, pig head meat, or pig ears. You can wait for the corners.”

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