The real daughter, Xiaotaotie, became popular in the entertainment industry

Chapter 633
"What's the matter, don't you eat large intestines?" The calligraphy teacher said with some regret, "It's so delicious!" After saying that, he turned the chopsticks into his own bowl and started eating by himself.

Little Taotie: "..."

She sneaked a peek at the calligraphy teacher, seeing him eating with enjoyment, she was a little moved.

But recalling the appearance of the large intestine, and the taste...

Little Taotie lowered his eyes.

Mothers in the mountains like to eat pig offal very much. In the village, pig intestines are called pig offal. They are very cheap. Every time they buy a lot of pork to make bacon, the boss will send pig offal.

Pig offal is particularly difficult to wash. For those who wash pig offal, it must be difficult to accept the dishes made from pig offal.

Every time after washing the pig and putting it on the table, she would not pick up this dish, but she felt that even if she stretched out her chopsticks to pick it up, she would be knocked off by the chopsticks of the mountain mother, because the mountain mother and the twins in this dish My sister likes it very much, it is impossible to let her eat it.

"Don't you really want to try it? It's very fragrant!" The calligraphy teacher is still strongly recommending: "This is my favorite among the top ten Shandong dishes."

Little Taotie checked his fingers and whispered, "I'm used to washing pigs into the water, not to eating them."

The calligraphy teacher stopped holding the pig's large intestine, and his old eyes were full of disbelief: "Washing pigs into the water? Do you know how to wash?"

He suspected that he was getting old and had misheard.

Even if he is an old cook, he doesn't want to wash it. How can such a small person wash pig intestines?
Little Taotie puffed out her chest: "Of course I will wash it!"

"First cut a hole in the pig's water to turn the inner wall out, then use a knife to scrape off the residue on the inner wall, sprinkle some flour, rub it with your hands~, after washing it, turn the pig's large intestine over and pour water, and pour it several times water, and finally sprinkle salt on the inside and outside of the large intestine of the pig, rub it again~, wait for half an hour, wash the salt, and it will be fine!"

Every time she says "rubbing, rubbing", her two little hands will subconsciously make rubbing movements, and the little milk sound has an ending sound, which is very cute.

But the more cute and well-behaved she is, the more heartbroken she is.

The calligraphy teacher had some understanding of Xiao Taotie's past, but that was only on the surface, and he knew it through words. Hearing the little girl's own words at this moment, he felt very uncomfortable.

He only knew that the family violated the law and couldn't have a child, so he bought a child back home, but after a short time, he was able to give birth again, so he was not very kind to Xiao Taotie.

But exactly why it wasn't so good, he didn't think deeply about it.

A picture appeared in his mind. In the twelfth lunar month of winter, a little Douding stood in front of a moldy wooden barrel, dipping her little hands into the icy cold water. Those little hands might have already been covered with frostbite due to the cold. When she used this The twin little hands with chilblains were rubbing the salt. Wouldn't it be torture for her hands?
The calligraphy teacher had a sore nose. Old people are already soft-hearted, but at this moment, they couldn't bear it anymore, and tears flowed down.

"Teacher, why are you crying?" Little Taotie hurried over, took out a clean handkerchief and wiped his tears, "Teacher, don't cry, don't cry..."

Hearing the clumsy voice of the little girl coaxing a child, the calligraphy teacher felt even more uncomfortable, and the tears flowed even more fiercely!
Seeing him crying more and more fiercely, Little Taotie also became anxious.

She didn't know how to coax the calligraphy teacher, but she burst into tears, "Wuuu, teacher, don't cry..."

Calligraphy teacher: "Wow, I can't help it!"

Hua Jin said: "..."

He quietly watched the old and the young crying in their arms, and wisely chose not to speak. The more he coaxes him at this time, the more he cries. up.

As time passed, Hua Jinyan felt that it was almost the same, and the two of them didn't cry anymore, but they were still immersed in inexplicable sadness and couldn't extricate themselves.

Hua Jinyan looked at the dishes on the table and said, "The dishes are getting cold."

Little Taotie's little ears moved, her eyes that had just cried were shining, like the eyes of a deer washed with water, clean and clear, her voice was a little hoarse: "Teacher, I'm so hungry..."

Only then did the calligraphy teacher let go of the little man, and wiped away the tears on his face, as if it wasn't him who cried into tears just now, but he was still the serious and old-fashioned calligraphy teacher.

The calligraphy teacher called the people under his hand, "It's cold, reheat it." He lowered his voice and ordered: "Jiuzhuan Dachang has been withdrawn, and this dish will not appear in restaurants in the future."

(End of this chapter)