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Chapter 316 Stir-Fried Escargot Meat

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    A bamboo basket full of snails is estimated to weigh at least seven or eight catties.

    When I lifted it, the palm of my hand hurt very much.  I exchanged my hands back and forth, taking a few steps to change, and walking a few steps to change.

    Wait until you can't hold on any longer, then call Ren Yuntao to replace him.

    It can be seen that it is also very difficult for him to carry the seven or eight catties of snails.

    We just swapped back and forth, back and forth, and it took at least half an hour to get home.

    "Master Tao, when will you eat snails?" Ren Yuntao said excitedly.

    "Let's take a break first, it's very hot!", I put rice paddies and squatted on the flower bed.

    Then, Ren Yuntao also sat down, panting heavily.

    The sun is still bright, and there is still no wind in the sky.  Under the white clouds, two children sat on the edge of the flower table panting while wiping the sweat from their foreheads.

    And the snails in the bamboo baskets at the feet kept flowing out.

    "Will the snails die in the sun if they continue to dry like this?" Ren Yuntao worried.

    With Ren Yuntao's reminder, I came back to my senses, looking at the water flowing all over the ground, my heart was entangled for a while.

    The snails on the top layer of the bamboo basket have dried up, and the yellow soil has been exposed on the skin, which is dry.

    Could this be death?  But it doesn't look like it, how long is it!

    "Sit for a while, I'm very tired. Take a rest first, there will be high-intensity labor later, I comforted."

    "Oh!" Ren Yuntao replied briefly and then fell silent again.

    After resting for about ten minutes, I finally recovered my breath.  I got up and went into the house to get a basin and a hammer, plus a small bowl.

    Together with Ren Yuntao, they carried the rice field eel and walked towards the small river.

    Since the small river in front of Mr. Yao's house has been repaired three times, the water has hardly stopped.  On weekdays, this will be our main battlefield.  Clean up some items that are difficult to get rid of at home, such as the snails in our hands, which fall into this category.

    Go down the steps to the bottom of the river.  After putting down the pot and the hammer, put the snails in the bamboo basket into the water, and use the water to wash away the impurities on the skin.  After repeated washing several times, until there is no gray-black water stain flowing out of the bamboo basket, pour the snails from the bamboo basket into the basin, fill the water into the basin and continue scrubbing.

    Once the clean-looking snails are rubbed, the impurities, dust and soil on the shells will instantly permeate the water, making the originally clear water turbid.

    It took five pots of water in a row to clean the surface of the snails.

    "Master Tao, didn't you say that you want to crack open the snails, as long as they are meat, why do you wash them so clean?" Ren Yuntao said.

    I rely on it!  yes!  I just remembered now that I really want to crack open the snail shell!  How did you do so much useless work!

    "Why didn't you say it earlier!" I stared at Ren Yuntao, a little annoyed.

    "I thought you were going to study some new way of eating, like the kind sold on the street that is fried together with shells! So I didn't ask. And you wash it seriously, so I dare not ask!" Ren Yuntao said as a matter of course.

    As long as you have a reason!  I reluctantly handed him a hammer, and then I grabbed a snail from the basin and put it on the ground.

    Hold the shell of the snail with your index finger and thumb to fix it on the ground, and lightly tap its surface with a hammer in the other hand.

    After a few "bang bang bang", the shell of the snail was smashed to pieces.

    Pick out the snail meat from the broken shell, and then tear off its tongue, which is the thin shell on the surface.

    Then tear off the intestines, leaving only a piece of meat the size of the tip of a little finger.

    "Wow, his meat is too small, isn't it? It's not enough to fit between my teeth!" Ren Yuntao said with a look of disgust.

    "That's why I told you to pick up a little more. There is probably not even a bowl of meat in these seven or eight catties!"

    "Is it so little?" Ren Yuntao asked with disbelief.  But he still worked hard, earnestly, calmed down and began to knock on the shell of the snail, and the sound was endless.

    Over time, the snail meat was picked out one by one.

    Facts have proved that my estimation was accurate. After the eight catties of snails were disassembled, only half of the snail meat remained in the bowl.

    "It feels so little, why don't we pick up some more?" Ren Yuntao said unwillingly.

    "Where to pick it up, we've finished picking it up in this ditch, and if we go any further, we'll have to go to the next town next door." I said helplessly.

    Pack up your things, throw the snail shells into the ditch, and wash your hands after washing the stone steps.

    The mucus all over the body of the snail sticks to the hands as soon as it is pinched, like a noseLike snot, there are also black impurities mixed in, which are difficult to clean up.

    Grabbing a handful of mud and rubbing it repeatedly can only temporarily wash off most of the mucus, and the remaining part that invades the meat can only be solved with detergent at home.

    In the porcelain bowl, most of the bowl of snail meat looks very heavy, which is the result of several hours of hard work between the two of us!  These are the seven or eight catties of snails.

    The color of the snail meat is divided into two halves, the half connected to the tentacles is gray-black; the other half is flesh-colored.

    "Grandma, can you fry snail meat?" I asked just as I put the bowl on the stove.

    "This food is not very delicious. It is so cottony that it can't be chewed. In the past, we got it and ate it." Grandma began to recall the old time again.

    "You fry it for us, we want to eat it." Just kidding, the snail meat is ready, it is impossible not to eat it!

    After grandma agreed, I started to light the fire, and she began to prepare the seasoning, while Ren Yuntao sat aside and looked forward to it.

    Heat up the pan and pour the oil. After the oil reaches the temperature, saut¨¦ the onion, ginger and garlic until fragrant, add a spoonful of bean paste and saut¨¦ until fragrant, then pour the snail meat into the pan.

    After stir-frying to shrink the water, pour in the small peppers.

    "Grandma, do you want to put so many peppers?" There are more peppers than meat, it makes my tooth hurt.

    "Yes, the snail meat has a fishy smell, and the lack of sea pepper can't suppress the taste." Grandma kept stirring the food in the pan, and when the snail meat was almost cooked, poured in soy sauce and salt and monosodium glutamate to taste.

    Take out the pot and put it on the plate.

    "The stir-fried snail meat is too old to taste, and I can't bite it, and I'm afraid that it will be undercooked and have parasites." Grandma put the plate on the table, and another person handed us a pair of chopsticks.

    "Taste how it tastes." Grandma motioned us to move the chopsticks.

    "Aren't you going to eat it?" I picked up a pea-sized snail meat and asked.

    "Don't eat, you eat!" Grandma turned and went to wash the pot.  Ren Yuntao and I finally waited for this moment.

    Pick up a piece of snail meat and throw it into the mouth. It is spicy and delicious. After chewing it a few times, the snail meat is very soft, and it can be swallowed directly into the stomach after a few random bites.

    In other words, this little pepper is really spicy!  But it¡¯s really enjoyable to eat like this!

    I gradually increased the amount of snail meat I swallowed, poked five or six of them with chopsticks at a time, and put them in my mouth. The spicy feeling made my tongue salivate.

    "Xiaoyu, how do you feel?" I asked vaguely.

    "It's delicious! It's so spicy!" Ren Yuntao replied, and quickly squeezed the snail meat into his mouth.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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