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Chapter 273 Braised Pork Blood

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    It was an hour after the fat pig was decomposed.

    The sky began to brighten, and the rooster crowed.  The pork was carried on the fire for three rounds, and the meat was taken home. After arriving home, breakfast was started.

    Since my parents came back, my grandparents told me not to disturb their rest.

    I worked hard for half a year, getting up early and going to bed late for a long time. When my parents were making shoes, I got up at 5:30 and got off work at 11 or 12. It was very hard.

    Grandma started to light the fire and cook.  Breakfast is relatively simple, just a few vegetarian dishes and some leftover dishes from last night. After the meal, grandma asked me to wake up my parents for dinner.

    The pig blood that had just been brought back had already begun to solidify after it had been left to stand.

    The red blood was quietly lying on the bottom of the basin, the residual heat had already dissipated, and the breakfast was served, and the parents also got up to eat one after another.

    "Ren Tao, did you go to see the pig slaughter today?" Dad asked.

    "That's right, grandpa woke me up after five o'clock. I can't see it from outside yet." I glanced at grandpa and said.

    "It was you who said last night that you were going to see the butcher! You still told me to call you earlier, didn't you!" Grandpa asked.

    Seeing that I didn't speak, my mother continued: "Are you scared when you see the slaughter of pigs?"

    "Don't be afraid, Second Master Wang knocked down the pig with one knife. But when the blood spurted out, it was still a little scary." Thinking of the scene in the morning, I was still a little scared.

    After finishing the meal quickly, everyone started to get busy.

    The Chinese New Year is getting closer and closer, and there are still a lot of things to prepare. In addition, I just killed and cooked it today, so I have to be busy for a long time.

    All kinds of internal organs such as fat sausages need to be cleaned, sausages and bacon need to be made, lard is boiled, bones are deboned, there are so many things to do!

    Besides, my grandparents are still busy with work in the farmland, and my parents have to visit my grandpa from time to time. I am worried for our family.

    Time always slips away quickly inadvertently, and in a blink of an eye, noon is almost here.

    Mom and grandma all gathered in the kitchen to start preparing for the day's lunch.

    Grandpa and Dad are busy watering the vegetables, hoping to be able to eat fresh garlic moss before the end of the year.

    "Do you eat blood at noon?" Mom and grandma seem to be discussing lunch.

    "What do you want, so much pig blood, you can't finish it in one meal, let's get some to eat first!" Grandma agreed.

    Mom brought one of the pots of pig's blood to the stove, preparing to get a serving at noon.

    "Mom, is this pig's blood coagulated?" A pot of pig's blood, crystal clear and bright red, seems to be the same as when it was picked up in the morning.

    "It's solidified, look at it." As she said that, her mother shook the basin back and forth a few times, and the pig's blood in the basin shook from side to side, like jelly.

    Mother picked up the kitchen knife and cut the pig's blood horizontally and vertically along the basin. After cutting, she stroked the blood clot with the palm of her hand so that the blood clot could completely break away from the pelvic floor.

    The blood clot at this moment is surprisingly tender, and it feels like it will be crushed with a little force. If I take it, it feels like it will be destroyed by mistake.

    The jelly-like object formed by the coagulation of bright red blood is like a ruby, with a crystal clear luster on the outside. It is not much different from a work of art when held in the hand.

    Start with a piece of Xuewang, cut it into small cubes horizontally and vertically with a kitchen knife, and then cut it flat, and the whole Xuewang will be completed.

    It is also very skillful to cut the knife. If it is light, it will not penetrate the blood; if it is heavy, it will hurt the palm.  Judging by the proficiency of mother, it is not possible to reach this level in a year or two.

    The oil in the pot has already been heated up. After the bean paste and ginger, garlic and pickled peppers are fried in the pot, add water and boil, and the blood cut from the palm of the hand falls down.

    ? As soon as the bright red Xuewang is put into the pot and mixed with the boiling soup, the surface changes when heated, and the color changes from bright red to dark red.

    Burning blood is a technical job.

    If it is too ripe, the blood will be old, and the texture and taste will be poor in all aspects.

    It's too early to start the pot, the blood is prosperous and not cooked enough, it is half-baked, and it will cause diarrhea after eating.

    A perfect Xuewang, between well-done and under-cooked, delicious on the outside, pink and tender on the inside, three points more cooked than the so-called candy heart, without losing the chewy texture.

    In this regard, my mother is very well in control, and the blood fever in recent years is caused by her.

    Before that, grandma was also famous for her excellent dishes, among which Xuewang is also a special skill.  As grandma got older, her hands and feet became less flexible than before, and then my mother took over the cooking.

    All the Xuewang was put into the pot, and when it merged with the tumbling soup, it exuded an unspeakable beauty.smell.

    "Mom, is it too ripe? Can I eat it?" I looked at the blood in the pot, and my saliva kept secreting.

    With naked eyes staring at the blood in the country, I made no secret of my greed.

    "It's not cooked yet! Wait a minute! You go and call your grandpa and the others to come back for dinner, and it will be almost done when you come back." Mom said with a smile.

    I turned around unwillingly, turning my head three times a step, but I didn't want to look away. You don't even know how attractive the blood in the pot is to me.

    Forcibly restrain my thoughts, stop staring at Xuewang, and walk out quickly. As soon as I go out, I immediately turn into a gallop. It originally took five or six seconds to get out of the gate, but I got it done in four seconds.

    "Grandpa, Dad, it's time to eat!" I yelled at my grandfather and father at the far side of the field.

    ?After Grandpa and Dad turned around and signaled for a reply, I turned around and ran back, not to miss the final process of Xuewang.

    I was about to reach the door of the kitchen, so I quickly stopped, took a few deep breaths in a row, adjusted my breath, and then stepped into the kitchen. I must not let everyone see my embarrassment.

    "Mom, I called grandpa and them, and they will be back soon." I made two steps in three steps, and hurried to the stove, just in time for my mother to start putting condiments.

    "Oh, okay, you can pick up the chopsticks and eat right away." I responded, pulled out the chopsticks, put them on the table, and stared at my mother's operation again.

    ? In fact, the seasoning is very simple, just salt, monosodium glutamate and some pepper noodles. After cooking in the pot one after another, it is very important to control the heat. The pot is gurgling, and Xuewang's soft body is constantly rolling in the soup.

    After the taste was adjusted, my mother poured some water and starch into the pot, and after stirring it a few times, she put it on the pot.

    Just in time, grandpa and dad are also back.

    The whole family gathered around and ate a few mouthfuls of fresh Xuewang, so happy!

    When the chopsticks clamped Xuewang, its body was still trembling, showing its tenderness.

    After one bite, the aroma of pickled peppers and minced garlic comes out, attracting the secretion of saliva.

    The inside of Xuewang is just broken, and it is in the most perfect state of tenderness. Using this to reward the people who have worked for a long time, it is absolutely perfect!

    "It's delicious! The blood is so tender!" Grandpa happily praised.

    There is nothing better than eating a few mouthfuls of your favorite dishes after working hard. Of course, the person who cooks will be very happy to be praised!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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