Siheyuan: The night demon comes, don't sleep too dead at night

Zhang Bingye was overjoyed.

Someone offered to come to help with work.

Comfortable.

Yu Li didn't dawdle, and started working directly.

The bed cover was smoothed flat.

The quilt grabbed the corners on both sides, and with a vigorous flick of the arm, it was neatly arranged.

Yu Li picked and picked those messy clothes.

Hang it clean and put it in the closet.

Mai Tai's clothes are first put in the barrel.

Zhang Bingye's pot was also hot.

Cut the pork into small pieces and throw it into a hot pot for cooking.

After a while, a layer of clear grease emerged.

A smell of lard filled the room.

"It smells old."

"You really know how to enjoy it, and you are willing to boil lard to eat."

Yu Li sniffed her nose several times.

"I eat enough for myself and the whole family is not hungry, and it's okay to eat something good."

"Don't treat your mouth badly."

Zhang Bingye chuckled.

Gently stir the lard in the pan with an iron spoon.

The fragrance became stronger and stronger.

Spread throughout the compound.

"Bingye is boiling lard."

"I really know how to eat."

Aunt Yi sniffled, enjoying it very much.

The smell of lard is particularly pleasing, and a few mouthfuls will give you a sense of happiness.

Just like the people of later generations, it feels like eating animal cream cake.

"Eating like this every day will ruin the family fortune in a few days."

"Not for long."

Yi Zhonghai's face was cold.

Stupid home.

"Who's cooking lard? Those who live these days have caught up with the old landlord."

Sha Zhu smelled it and sighed.

Immediately he responded.

Who else can boil lard so proudly.

The designated is Zhang Bingye.

Silly Zhu felt unhappy again.

Yan Fugui's family.

"Dad, Yu Li appointed to bring lard residue back."

"This time we made a lot of money again."

Yan Xiecheng gulped.

My mouth is already hungry.

"Hey, when Zhang Bingye came back with the meat, I'll be here. Are you thinking about it now?"

"If it wasn't for lard residue, why would I ask Xiao Li to go over there?"

"You can't eat poorly, you can wear poorly, and you can suffer poorly if you can't figure it out. You have a lot to learn."

Yan Fugui looked smug.

Everything is under control.

"Dad, I'm really convinced."

Yan Jiecheng gave a thumbs up.

Yan Jiekuang and Yan Jieti also looked forward to it.

Take a few bites of lard residue in your mouth, and the rich smell of oil fills your mouth.

Just think about drooling in your mouth.

Jia family.

"Grandma, the wicked family is boiling lard."

"It's delicious."

Sticks ran in from outside, shouting.

"This dog thing, boiled lard and didn't send it to our house."

"Our family has become so difficult, he looks like a blind man."

"If my son hadn't protected him from the disaster back then, would he be where he is today?"

Jia Zhang looked resentful.

"Grandma, I want to eat lard residue."

The stick speaks his mind.

"Go find your mother."

"Let her borrow some from Zhang Bingye's house."

Jia Zhang shook his hand.

"Mother, Zhang Bingye's family is boiling lard."

"I want to eat lard residue."

Stick ran to the hut where he slept, and shook Qin Huairu's hand.

"Our family just finished quarreling with the Zhang family, so there's no reason to turn around and go to the Zhang family to borrow something to eat."

Qin Huairu couldn't wipe her face away.

"Qin Huairu, why are you a mother, your face is more important than the hunger of a stick, right?"

"Are you trying to starve the stick to death, so you remarry quickly?"

Jia Zhang taunted him.

"Mom, even if I borrow it, Zhang Bingye can't lend it to me."

Qin Huairu was in trouble.

"How do you know if you don't try it? Maybe the wicked ghost has a conscience and finds out, so he borrowed it."

Jia Zhang criticized.

Qin Huairu had no choice but to take the stick's hand and went out the door.

Several children in the compound surrounded the Zhang family.

The smell of boiled lard is very fragrant, and the residents of the compound can smell it.

After the oil is boiled, the remaining lard residue can be eaten as a snack.

It can also be fried.

Many children couldn't help being greedy and ran to the door of Zhang Bingye's house.

046: Three generations of old, middle-aged and young come together

The adults didn't stop them either.

Lard residue is not a rare item, if the Zhang family is willing to give it, it will be a good thing for the children to satisfy their cravings.

Zhang Bingye scooped up all the oil in the pot.

The earthenware jar of lard was more than half full.

Put a strainer on the crock pot.

Zhang Bingye held the pot and poured all the lard residue in the pot onto the strainer.

The last bits and pieces of lard were also filtered into clay pots.

No waste.

The lard residue on the strainer cools down slowly.

Zhang Bingye took a piece and put it in his mouth, and chewed a few mouthfuls.

Delicious, with a unique texture.

"Is it done?"

Yu Li tidied up the Zhang family and asked a question.

"It's done, come and have a taste."

Zhang Bingye said hello.

"really not bad."

Yu Li came over and picked up a piece of lard residue to try.

Eyes light up.

Zhang Bingye took a bowl and poured lard residue into the bowl.

Holding the bowl, he walked towards the gate.

"Uncle Zhang."

"Brother Zhang."

The eyes of the child outside the door are shining.

"Come, come, open your hands, everyone has a share."

Zhang Bingye was cheerful.

Grab a few handfuls of lard residue and pass them to these children.

The child who got the lard dregs held the lard dregs tightly in his hand.

Pick up a piece and put it in your mouth with a look of enjoyment on your face.

Joyfully ran home.

Sticky looked envious.

"Bang Ji, you go too."

"Remember to call someone."

Qin Huairu pushed the stick.

The stick stem feels very shameless, and in the end it can't match the smell of lard residue.