Chapter 3291: Twice-Cooked Braised Pork
Mao Fangfei picked off the skin of the chicken neatly, even the fur and skin, and then cut open the stomach with a knife, and the internal organs and intestines fell out, steaming hot.
"There are still relatively fresh corpses. The food in the stomach has not been digested. The meat is still meat, and the wine is still wine. I heard from my master that before the poor conditions could not afford meat, they took out the meat, washed it and then cleaned it. Steaming, you can still make a bowl of braised pork, by the way, it is quite similar to the braised pork you made last night, Mom."
Mao Fangfei told the story happily, and used vivid adjectives, "The color is similar, light brown, and the coloring is not enough. Mom, you always don't use rock sugar for coloring. The essence of making braised pork is coloring. You do it To be honest, the braised pork here is not as good as the ones I made from the stomachs of dead people."
Mother Fang's face was as green as spinach. Last night she cooked a large bowl of braised pork, which was rich in fat and less lean. For a mother who is picky, such a bowl of meat is already very generous, of course not. The ones made for Mao Fangfei are for Fang Yanming, and Mother Fang still loves her son dearly no matter what.
It's just that Fang Yanming didn't give her face too much, he only ate a small piece and didn't move his chopsticks, and Fang Yanming vomited that small piece outside at the end. Yan Ming really can't adapt to his mother's rough cooking style.
Whether you go to eat at the mother-in-law’s house or at a friend’s house, Pingjiang people’s hospitality dishes are exquisite. There are many varieties of dishes and small portions. When Yan Ming first went to Pingjiang, he still felt that the local people were stingy. A plate of food was only two chopsticks, and he couldn’t even fill the gap between his teeth. But after a long time, he got used to it, and even treated guests like this. Instead, he didn’t quite adapt to the rough style of his hometown. .
It's just rough, Fang's mother's cooking skills are really not flattering, not to mention sloppy, the taste is even more difficult to describe, Fang Yanming, who grew up with snacks, can't accept these meals, let alone Mao Fangfei, she can't eat a bite .
She can bear the bad taste, but Fang Mu's sloppyness really makes her sick.
Once she saw Mother Fang kneading noodles in the kitchen, she came out to blow her nose in the middle of kneading, then wiped a few handfuls on her apron, and continued kneading dough without washing her hands. Those noodles finally became the oil-splashed noodles at night. With relish.
When Mao Fangfei saw those faces, she remembered Fang's mother blowing her nose, how could she still eat, she was full when she saw it.
Mao Fangfei, who was irritated, didn't care about seniority or inferiority. She neatly separated the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, intestines and stomach, and put them in pots. The internal organs were still steaming, which made Fang's family happy trembling.
"The hair has to be scalded and pulled out, and the skin has to be left." Chuntao said bravely.
It was a pity to see Mao Fangfei throwing away so many skins. It took so much effort to butcher a chicken to eat, and even the chicken butt was reluctant to throw away, let alone the delicious chicken skin.
Mao Fangfei kept her hands on her hands and didn't raise her head, she said coldly, "I only know how to peel the skin, or you'll pluck out the hair."
Chuntao shut up immediately, she would have to pull out dozens of chickens and ducks, anyway, they were not her family's chickens and ducks, waste wasted, she didn't feel bad.
"Stop it, hey hey...how did my family marry such a prodigal bitch like you, my chickens...are laying hens...the ducks are also laying eggs, and you gave it all...you ...You...you can't lay eggs by yourself, but you come to harm my chickens and ducks, you are so worried and kind!"
Mother Fang patted her thigh and howled, her heart hurting so much that she couldn't breathe.