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"Handsome guy, buy back to stew mutton soup wow?"

"Mainly stewed, then leave a pound of fried, one catty red burn."

"Bened."

The vegetable market is another advantage of the supermarket, which is the existence of this "enthusiastic vendor".

Lin Xiaoxian .

Generally just tell him how to eat, the amount of newspaper needs, the boss will help you cut the most suitable part.

Leather legs and ribs are stewed, and the ridge is fried, and the cervical burning ...

On one while, the boss is crowded, while cutting, there will be a full of two cases.

"Sliced ​​ridges are not cut?"

"cut."

"What is cut or slice?"

"Table."

"Thick point thin point?"

"Um ... thick point."

Thick, in fact, it is about 3 to 4 mm.

This kind of sheep, even if it is bursting, it can't be too thin.

There are three reasons.

First, it is easy to stir.

Second, mutton is not like a fish meat, it will lose the meat material itself alcoholic taste.

Third, the meat is too thin, the taste of the spices can only be wrapped in the surface, the clam is scattered, and the fragrance cannot be infiltrated into the gravy, bites it.

The boss puts the blood of the ridges to wash the blood, and then cut into pieces.

"Puffiness is a small piece?"

"Good."

It's too big and inconvenient, it's too small to eat.

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The boss waves the slaughter knife, there is a little bit of blood to the face of Lin Xiaoshu, and she is shocked, and she immediately went to my brother's clothes.

Lin Xiaoxian was black at the time.

It's just the king of the red fruit!

"Lin Xiaoshu, you are a few years old ..."

"Small book is 15 years old ~"

Lin Xiaoshu shook his head and looked up again and smiled and looked up. He looked flash.

Then, a few times, the boss was cleaned up, and all the meat was treated with two bags.

"Slowly walk."

"Good."

Lin Xiaoxian bought 10 pounds of mutton a breath, full of heroes.

There are a lot of 10 pounds, but it is not much for Lin Xiaoxian. He is easily mentioned alone.

It's just a few pockets, and it is also equipped with ribs. It is careful when walking on the road. Otherwise, it will be troubled by the blow.

"Walk, now go to the box of horse fresh."

"Don't put your meat home first?"

"No, there is not much noon, how can I come."

"Well, brother, I will help you mention it."

Lin Xiaoxian refused. When he went to the box to buy other things, his hand must not use it, but it has to rely on his sister, so it has to make small books to preserve physical strength.

Two people walk on the road, and Lin Xiaoshu took a small song and thought about something.

"Pay attention to the road, what do you want?"

Lin Xiaoxian thought was what she had.

As a result, Lin Xiao Shu is because of the boss cut the lamb, I remembered the "punching town of Kansai" in junior high school.

Lin Xiaoshu remembers that the few words given by Lu Zhi deeply.

[Holding a junior phase, we must do ten pounds of fine meat, cut the scorpion, don't see half a little fertilizer on it.

[More ten pounds are fertilized, don't see some essence, you have to do the scorpion.

[There is another ten pound of gold soft bones, but also to make a scorpion, don't see some meat.

When the text was read here, Lin Xiaoshu often pressed the brain.

Although Zheng Tu is an anti-party, he has the operation of his meat not only satisfies obsessive-compulsive disorder, but also let Lin Xiao Shu have a long time to cut out the scorpion.

Especially for ancient times, there is no plastic bag, so it is described in the book, and the cuts of the scorpion are still on the lotus leaf.

The fragrance of the lotus leaf plus fine meat ...

Human imagination has endless power, simple two things, plus the book originally descriptated, the two form a just right, let this "delicious" feel in the imagination space of Lin Xiaoshu. Fermentation.

"So you are in your classroom along the way?"

"Halfway, the other half is looking forward to your noon craft."

"Then you look forward to it, anyway, I don't do lamb at noon, and eat at night."

Lin Xiaoshu fused:

"Ah? What do we eat at noon?"

"Takeaway."

"..."

The stomach hang, there is no morning, but I have to wait until I can eat at night, and Lin Xiao Shu instantly feels sad and spicy.

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Ten minutes later, the boxed horse was born.

There are also many people inside, all kinds of fresh ingredients related to the sheep, or semi-finished products and cooked food, all hanging "hot" brand.

Among them, the most popular, of course, is a classic mutton soup.

Many solid packages and good bag soup, all with cooked scattered mutton, marking "authentic Jianyang Mutton Soup", posing in the most conspicuous place in the store.

This location, the grandma mother is always the most.

Lin Xiao Shu's small body reflects the advantages, heroically squeezes from the crowd, and struggled to hold a pack of soup toward my brother.

"Brother, I get it!"

"Awesome! Let's go back."

"Hey ... Don't buy this?"

"Of course, don't buy it, do you see it is not written? Is it a Jieyang Mutton Soup? We bought Yulin lanterns, not."

This reason is just that Lin Xiaoxian is looking for.

The real reason is that he feels that this soup does not have a delicious to eat at home.

With his current cooking, don't say this semi-finished product, the most professional lamb libraries throughout Rongcheng, he also at least 80% of each other.

Today, Lin Xiaoxian is here, one is to buy some spices, the second is to buy a thick salt that I have seen online.

The mutton wants to stew, salt is the key.

The iodine salt of usually housed in the soup will destroy the taste of mutton, and only the thick salt is best.

After purchasing a lot of spices and a small can of coarse salt, Lin Xiaoxian brothers and sisters are almost 1 point.

As the saying goes, spring is lack of autumn sleepy, summer hibernation.

The students of the third day have gradually faded that the children are unknown in the day, and if they are not sleeping, they must not be fine in the afternoon.

Therefore, in order to ensure the nap of the sister, Lin Xiaoxian still gave up the takeaway, and kitchen, kitchen, two golden eggs.

Lin Xiaoshu added 2 eggs.

Lin Xiaoxian himself added 5.

It's not that Lin Xiaoxiao's heart, he originally wanted to play 3, who knew that there are two two yellowes.

"Whose old hen, too is too unfaster ..."

The egg has a pot, and it is useless to complain.

Lin Xiaoxian finished this plate of frying rice, until the afternoon, I feel that the stomach is full of "egg", some make sick.