The Abandoned Woman of Space

Chapter 31

Yunmo cut the pig's large intestine into small pieces, and a cage of pig's intestines filled half a wooden basin.

After cutting the large intestine, she rinsed the chopping board and started cutting the shepherd's purse again. She chopped the shepherd's purse into fine pieces, and when kneading the noodles later, she put it into a basin, kneaded it with the flour, sprinkled some salt, and rolled it into a ball The round pancakes are put into the oil pan and baked until golden brown on both sides. The method is simple, and it tastes crispy and delicious.

The sound of chopping vegetables resounded through the kitchen, lively and rhythmic.

Listening to Qiuyue nagging, Yunmo answered her while chopping vegetables.

"Sister Qiuyue, this pig's large intestine is a good thing. After washing it, it is burnt deliciously. It tastes very fragrant and chewy. Is it not inferior to pork?"

Qiuyue looked at the pig's intestines in the basin, a little disbelieving, "Sister Mozi, what you said is true? This pig's large intestine, cleaned up and eaten on fire, is it really better than pork?"

"Of course it's true, why are you lying to me?" Yunmo put the chopped shepherd's purse into a pottery bowl, and said: "When you fry the intestines later, you can heat up the fire a little bit, I promise, The intestines are stir-fried, and they must be eaten."

"Success." Qiuyue reassured her, "I'm good at lighting fires, so I'll take care of it."

At this moment, she was very curious about what kind of taste Yunmo could turn pig intestines into.

The pork bone soup in the pot was simmering until it was bubbling. Calculating the time, it has been simmering for almost three quarters of an hour.

Hot air rose from the seam of the pot lid one after another, and the hot air carried a strong smell of meat.

"Sister Mozi, this bone soup is really delicious." Qiuyue sniffed and couldn't help swallowing.

Yunmo lifted the lid of the pot, looked at Qiuyue's greedy face, and said with a smirk, "I think it smells delicious, so I'll drink two more bowls later, I made such a big pot to keep everyone satisfied."

The lid of the pot was lifted, and the hot air rushed from the pot, and the meat smell was even stronger.

Yunmo picked up the spatula and turned the pig bones in the pot a few times. Seeing that the soup in the pot was shiny with oil, and had stewed to milky white, she picked up another bone to take a closer look. The meat on the bone Already stewed to cracking, almost stewed.

After a few glances, she put down the spatula, cut the Guanyin tofu into small cubes, and slid it into the broth. The broth in the pot just covered the tofu cubes. Then she covered the pot and simmered for a few minutes on low heat. Add seasoning and serve.

Yunmo was busy cooking, Qiuyue added a few pieces of firewood to the stove, and when she was free, she helped knead the dough.

Following Yunmo's instructions, she poured the chopped shepherd's purse into the wooden basin, sprinkled it with salt, and kneaded it with the flour evenly.

After the pork bone soup was stewed, Yunmo washed the pot and prepared to cook a pot of hibiscus white rice porridge.

There is no difference between cooking hibiscus white rice porridge and hibiscus sweet potato soup. First add water to the pot. After the water boils, pour the washed rice into the pot and stir it several times with a spatula to prevent the rice from sticking to the pot and burning the stove. , After the rice soup is boiled, change to a slow fire and simmer until the rice is rotten and the rice soup becomes thick, then add the washed hibiscus petals, cover the pot and simmer for a while.

Earthen stove cooks porridge faster, less than two quarters of an hour, the hibiscus white rice porridge in the pot has been boiled into a thick paste, the white rice is sandwiched with hibiscus petals, pink and white, the porridge exudes a faint fragrance of rice and hibiscus flowers, whether it is Looking at it, or smelling it, is very appetizing.

Unknowingly, the sun has gradually turned to the west, and the dim yellow light slanted into the dilapidated thatched cottage. Yun Mo looked at the door, and when he saw the dim sun, he knew that it was getting late.

She scooped up the hibiscus white rice porridge, put it aside, cleaned the pot, and then said to Qiuyue: "Sister Qiuyue, quickly add some firewood to the stove, it's getting late, let's bake the pancakes as soon as possible, The pig’s intestines are fried and ready for dinner.”

"Okay." Qiuyue responded, and neatly chopped a few pieces of thick firewood, stuffing them into the stove.

The fire was burning vigorously, and the blazing tongues of flame spurted out from the stove, and it was so high that it didn't take a long time to burn the big iron pot until it was boiling hot and green smoke came out.

Yunmo pours vegetable oil into the pot, wait for the oil to heat up, then put the previously cut pig fat intestines into the pot, stir-fry for a while, and burn off the water until the fat intestines in the pot are stir-fried to give off a strong meat aroma, stir-fry It turns golden yellow, curled up piece by piece, boiled out a lot of fat, and crackled in the oil pan, and then the sautéed fat intestines were cooked.

Qiuyue squatted in front of the stove to light the fire, smelling the aroma of stir-fried fat intestines, she couldn't help swallowing again.

This sub-scent directly stimulated her taste buds, and it was even more fragrant than the stewed pork bone soup before, without any fishy smell at all.

"Sister Mozi, you're right, this pig's large intestine is cleaned up, it's really a good thing." Qiuyue swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked at Yunmo and boasted, her expression was so exaggerated that she almost gave her a thumbs up.

Yunmo smiled and nodded, "There are many ways to eat pig intestines, stir-frying is just one of them."

After the pig's large intestine was stir-fried, the portion shrunk a lot, but it still filled a small half pot.

With so many intestines, one meal is bound to be too much to eat. I have prepared a lot of food tonight. There are hibiscus white rice porridge, shepherd's purse pancakes, and pork bone soup. A little half of these intestines is almost enough.

When Yunmo took the pig intestines out of the pot, a lot of lard was left in the pot.

Qiuyue remembered Yunmo's instructions, and put more firewood into the stove. The pot was boiling hot, and the lard was smoking. Yunmo poured the sliced ​​wild peppers and wild peppercorns into the pot with the lard in the pot. Stir-fry in the boiling oil, after the spicy aroma, pour part of the fat intestines into the pot, add wild pepper, wild pepper, and stir-fry for a while, when it is about to come out of the pot, add some small cucumber cubes, Reconcile the fat, and finally add the seasoning and you can start the pot.

The hot fat sausage has a strong aroma, and the spicy and numbing aroma rises from the pot with the heat, filling the whole thatched cottage.

"Ah!" Qiuyue sneezed from the spicy smell, sniffed her nose, and still couldn't help boasting: "Mo... Sister Zi, you made this pig intestines so delicious, it's so fragrant and delicious." Numb and spicy, Axie..."

"It smells choking, but it also makes people drool. It must be delicious. Let's eat."

As soon as the wind blew, the fragrance drifted along with the wind, and soon floated into Yun Chunsheng's house next door.

At this time, Yun Chunsheng's family was eating dinner.

The little grandson of his family, Yun Xiaobao, has the sharpest nose. The chubby sniffed his nose and smelled the smell of meat. He didn't eat any food, and he held the bowl and shouted: "Mother, grandma, Xiaobao wants to eat meat, Xiaobao To eat meat."

"Where is the meat? Be good, little treasure, eat quickly." Zhou Xiangyu coaxed.

Yun Xiaobao swallowed, but didn't do it: "There is meat, Yun Xiaotong's family has meat."

As soon as he yelled, Zhou Xiangyu also smelled the fragrance from the next door.

She put down her chopsticks and looked at Yunzhu, "Zhu'er, have you smelled it? What does it smell like? It smells so good."

Yun Zhenzhu also smelled it, "It seems to be the smell of fried meat." As she spoke, she glanced at the thatched cottage next door, "Mother, this smell really comes from the next door."

(End of this chapter)