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    Grandma was angry, it was because the whole family didn't dare to scratch the tiger's head. After she cried a few times and swung the soles of her shoes so that Fugui ran away with his head in his arms, and he was very tired, he staggered and couldn't stand firmly, so Grandpa remained silent.  He stepped forward, gently supported the old woman, and took off the sole of the shoe.

    Grandma glared at him angrily, then turned her head and scolded the second child: "What the hell did you do, uncle? You don't know anything about the danger of my nephew going up the mountain to hunt wild boars, and I can't help you at all. I'm going to carry pigs."  Be quick to curry favor!"

    Cao Qingxian laughed foolishly, and said: "I don't know how powerful the rich are. Next time I want to hunt and kill pigs, I will definitely help him. Unfortunately, the boss has a profit, and the river is given to others. It will be fragrant."  "

    In order to win the praise, the local merchants in the town called the pig's head commonly used in sacrifices as "Lishitou". The sauced Lishitou is a rare delicacy with wine, and it is usually eaten during the New Year.  In recent years, there are fewer and fewer people raising pigs in the countryside, and this dish is also rare.

    The old lady was so angry that she almost collapsed, and slapped her second son on the pig's head: "Lishitou, you bastard! You only know how to eat!"

    "Okay, okay, don't be angry. When you meet a big wild boar, the rich and noble soul will be scared. Let it rest and rest. Get some pork to eat, and the whole family will eat well."

    Grandpa patted Grandma's hand, and stared at his son, as if poking a stake, giving birth to this son is not as good as a piece of wood, which can be used to light a fire!

    "Mommy, Mommy, meaty meat!"

    Baofeng was so frightened that he couldn't speak clearly, and he was not afraid of being covered in blood, his eyes saw a pile of meat like a mountain, and he couldn't hold back his saliva.

    Wang Liuzhi calmed down, picked up a piece of meat with shaking hands, his spirit was instantly excited, he couldn't help but grinned his mouth to the ears, and for the first time in so many years firmly helped the rich nephew to speak: "Mum, don't talk about it!"  Wealthy, let him calm down, such a big pig, it¡¯s really hard to do it! Oh, the wild pork is thick, you must put more ginger and spring onion, and eat it with soy sauce.¡±

    Yingzi and Miaoer did not speak, but stood silently beside the pork, swallowing their saliva, their eyes shining.

    Mrs. Zhang looked at the greedy faces, big and small, and didn't bother to say any more. She gave Fugui a blank look, and said, "My soy sauce bottle was dragged away by some mouse, and I still want to eat roasted pork?"

    "Oh! I remembered. Two days ago, I wanted to learn how to cook to honor grandma, but I took the soy sauce bottle and forgot to return it." Fuguizuo suddenly realized, hugged grandma with a playful smile, and flattered her, "Ala grandma  The cooking master taught here is considered to be top-notch!"

    He turned his head and said to Second Aunt: "Second Aunt, you help me this time, and I'll show off my skills in cooking big dishes, so I can guarantee that your tongues will be fresh."

    "Don't waste good things, what kind of dishes can you cook? You can cook rice cakes with bottom paste, but there is one who can eat a rich tongue!"

    Grandma laughed and cursed, but it didn't stop her grandson's filial piety. She gave her daughter-in-law a wink and asked her to "help", and Fugui commanded her as if she were cooking.

    It's not that she can't trust the elder grandson, it's because the child was spoiled and raised, and his fingers never touch the spring water. Xiao Chenguang was curious to imitate his aunt to cook rice cake soup, but he was scalded by the firewood, and cooked a pot of muddy soup that sticks to his teeth.  , how dare to let him go to the stove.  A man's family is not a chef, and he has no reason to go to the stove.

    "Grandma, don't underestimate people! I'm an apprentice, I'm no longer Wu, Wu Xia Cough, I will definitely let you eat it with endless praise and be convinced."

    Cao Fugui snorted twice, and couldn't remember the idioms taught by Grandma for a while, so he went to pick up pork after a while.

    "Second brother, help Fugui divide the meat, cook it in a pot today, and marinate the rest with salt, eat slowly. It's cold, don't spoil it."

    It's rare for her grandson to be filial, and Mrs. Zhang doesn't want to spoil the interest of the child. Besides, wild pork is rough. If it really doesn't taste good, she washes it with water and stews it again. If it is overcooked, it can still be eaten, and the meat can't be ruined.  , but it's just a little condiment.

    Cao Qingxian hurriedly agreed, grabbed the pork from his nephew, picked it up and walked to the kitchen, Wang Liuzhi also hurriedly followed.

    The children were so excited that they rushed to surround the stove, drooling as they waited for the pork to come out of the pot.  Grandpa shook his head, couldn't stop smiling, moved a low stool and sat in the patio, and briskly pulled bamboo mats, weaving baskets by moonlight.  He is skillful and can weave flowers with his eyes closed when making these things.

    Mrs. Zhang looked at the thick pile of wild meat, and counted carefully with her fingers.

    Wild boars run around in the mountains, rushing east and west, and the meat is thick and fishy. Only by making sauced meat can the smell be concealed.  It's a pity that soy sauce is so expensive that it can't be used for sauced meat.  There is no shortage of sea salt in the coastal areas of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, but there is a lot of salt to be pickled.While blocking the eyes of others, Fugui quietly put the freshly baked meat from the refinery into the jar at the moment of opening the lid.

    The rich and thick fragrance suddenly permeated the room, the fragrance was lingering to the bone, soft and greasy like silk, with a pungent and spicy smell, which made people's souls almost scattered.

    Cao Fugui couldn't describe it at all, and his mind was blank.

    He stared straight at the jar, regardless of whether it was hot or not, he stretched out his claws to pick up a large piece of sauce-red, half-fat but not thin, trembling meat, and stuffed it into his mouth at once, fresh, sweet,  Spicy, lingering with the salty aroma, the slightly transparent sebum is elastic and soft, when you bite down, the oil slowly seeps out to moisturize the lips and tongue that lack oil and taste, and you don't feel greasy at all.  It also has tough tendons and is so chewy that you can't stop eating!

    It seems that before the taste is tasted, a large mouthful of meat has disappeared in the bottom of the throat in an instant.

    A strange hot air flowed down the throat and stomach, rippling in the limbs and bones, as if a hundred catties of strength were suddenly generated.  Cao Fugui licked his lips nostalgicly, thinking that he was too greedy for meat, so he had a different feeling after eating.

    Take a closer look, there is still an evaluation label floating on the jar:

    [Ordinary ¡¤ Braised wild boar meat - meat that is so exciting that only soy sauce can extinguish it.  ¡¿

    Constitution 1

    He froze in astonishment, with a strange expression on his face.  What is "Physique 1"?

    "Brother, brother, can I eat it, is it delicious, si¡ª"

    Seeing the eldest brother swallow a large piece of meat, his face suddenly changed as if he saw a sow climbing a tree. Bao Feng jumped anxiously, couldn't hold it anymore, rushed into the stove and asked eagerly, swallowing his saliva.

    As soon as Cao Fugui lowered his head, three pairs of large and small eyes stared at him firmly - the earthenware pot with meat in his hand, and a pair of naive small eyes bent into narrow slits beside it.

    "Go and sit down at the table, and call grandma to eat together!"

    Brother Fugui waved his hand imposingly, and the children cheered, and they were swept away like a typhoon. They arranged the table and chopsticks in a blink of an eye, and sat at the table in an orderly manner.

    A jar of braised wild boar meat was served on the table, and before it lasted enough for a cup of tea, even the bottom of the plate was licked off by Baofeng.

    Wang Liuzhi held a bit of marinade on the tip of her chopsticks, and her expression was in a daze. Compared with this can of meat cooked by her eldest nephew, the food she cooked in the past half of her life is so good that even a dog would not hesitate to eat it!  Isn't that what the emperors in the capital ate back then?  Could it be that what my mother-in-law said is that wealth is born with Su Hui?  It doesn't matter if you can eat, how can you cook?  Could it be that the sky eats the stars and descends to earth?

    Cao Qingxian didn't say a word, and he and his son shared a piece of dry meat. He couldn't say anything, he just knew it was delicious, Tai Te Niang's was delicious!  He didn't put down his chopsticks until the bowl was empty, and with a silly smile on his face, he said, "Fugui's meat is cooked well, it's delicious! After eating it, his strength will increase by three points."

    "Zhu Bajie eats ginseng fruit!"

    Grandma spat, gently sandwiched a piece of meat left in her own bowl, and put it in Baofeng and Fugui bowls.  She really didn't expect Fugui to have such a skill, the taste of this roast meat is no worse than the private dishes made by the master chef in the young master's small kitchen back then.

    Grandpa took a look, picked up the pork belly in his own bowl, picked the thin half and put it in the old woman's bowl silently.

    Every household in the team smelled meat, and the entire Huanglin production team was immersed in rare joy.

    Suddenly, there was a shrill scream from the end of the village, followed by the bang of gongs, and someone was vaguely heard shouting: "Help! Put out the fire!" Captain Shi's anxious roar was interspersed with noisy voices.

    The old Cao's family was eating happily around the low table. Hearing the sound, he was taken aback and looked at each other in blank dismay.

    Mrs. Zhang frowned, and said: "Second brother, go and find out, what's the matter? There's a lot of trouble, and it's not peaceful to have a good meal."

    Cao Qingxian hurriedly stood up to answer, and hastily opened the courtyard door to leave the house.  Everyone was a little uneasy sitting, but the children didn't care about that much, and seriously poured out a little juice from the bottom of the jar and licked it up.

    Not long after, Cao Qingxian ran back sweating, with a dignified expression, and said: "Old Sun's house is on fire." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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