Age: My Small World

Chapter 246 Cooking
The pig hair is shaved clean and burned with straw to remove the invisible fluff. Only then is this step completed.

In the southwest, some people like to cut off the slightly cooked pig skin and eat it during the process, which has a unique taste.

Yang Jun didn't have such a hobby. He simply picked up the meat-cutting knife and cut from the back of the pig, from the tail to the neck.

"The fat is about four fingers thick. These guys must have eaten a lot in space." He stretched out his finger to measure it and came to the conclusion.

Yang Jun estimated that the wild boar weighed about 350 kilograms, which was considered super heavy among wild boars. After all, many wild boars could only grow to about 100 or 200 kilograms.

After opening the back, go around to the abdomen and cut it open from top to bottom again.

The internal organs in his stomach almost spilled out, but he caught them in a basin in time.

Others would definitely not keep the wild boar's internal organs, because the fishy smell is really not suitable for cooking. However, the wild boars raised by Yang Jun are different. The internal organs are not too fishy, and even have the fragrance of wild grass.

The wild boars in the small world all started eating the wild vegetables and weeds grown here, and when they were eaten mixed with spiritual water, the taste was naturally different.

After happily storing the internal organs, he placed the meat on a relatively flat wooden block.

When collecting firewood on weekdays, Yang Jun would put some things that could be used or not into the small world, such as some large wooden blocks. Although they seemed useless, they could be used as tables and stools if they were cut into pieces.

A trickle of scarlet blood oozed out from inside, but was washed away by the water he casually summoned.

Yang Jun's eyes flashed, and the next moment the knife in his hand seemed to turn into a spear, cutting straight into the flesh.

He took this opportunity to use the Eight Steps and Thirteen Knives Technique, using the knife technique with the power of a spear, with great force and heaviness while also paying attention to technique.

The greatest skill is not to make things too complicated. Look, the cut marks are faintly visible, and there are no wounds like those caused by a heavy knife, which means that his knife skills have reached the basic level.

If you haven't even reached the entry level, the whole piece of meat will be destroyed.

If his knife skills were to improve further, he would be able to do it as silently as a wild goose passing by or leaving no trace of snow, and even the wounds on a pig would be difficult to see. That would require him to spend more time practicing.

With superb knife skills, the pork was cut into pieces of appropriate size in a short while.

To make it easier to take out, each piece weighs only about two kilograms.

Then use hemp rope to hang up each piece and stack them under the stone platform.

Stored here, it will always look fresh no matter how long it has been stored.

"There are still internal organs that need to be processed."

Looking at the offal in the basin beside him, he started to get busy again.

The pig kidneys, liver, head, intestines, lungs, stomach, heart, etc. were all separated.

Among them, pig large intestine and pig lung are more difficult to handle.

One is where pigs store digested food, and the other is where there are a lot of bubbles, making it difficult to clean.

Fortunately, Yang Jun is not an ordinary person.

With just a transformation using the power of the small world, the two things were almost cleaned in a short time. Even the raw materials for cleaning were still provided by him, such as flour.

Most people would not be so extravagant as to use flour to process pig intestines, so there are no large intestine delicacies these days, which is a pity.

"Xiao Si, you've worked hard today. This is a reward for you."

Yang Jun threw two large ribs to Xiao Si. It naturally gave one of them to its wife Xiao Bai first, and then started to gnaw on the other one.

"Xiaobai, take good care of it. I hope it will give birth to a few more big fat puppies in a few days."

"Woof woof..." Xiaobai seemed to have become a little smarter and barked twice to express his agreement to Yang Jun.

"Haha, good boy."

After feeding the wolves and dogs, it was time for him to make a pig-killing meal.

"Let's try a combination of Sichuan and Northeastern cuisine tonight."

He had some sudden ideas.

In fact, the difference between the dishes of the two places lies in the addition of spices, and the other differences are not particularly big.

For example, in northern China, white meat is often stewed with sauerkraut, vermicelli, and blood sausage, while in Sichuan cuisine it becomes garlic-mashed white meat.

Yang Jun had experimented with pickling sauerkraut in his own little world. Initially, he'd made the Sichuan-style pickles, but later he'd learned to make some from northern China, eventually developing a variety of pickles. Also, northern pickles are made with cabbage, while southern pickles are mostly made with unripe mustard greens, so there's a fundamental difference.

As for Shandong Province, there are endless varieties of pickled vegetables, which almost combine the differences between the north and the south.

Whether it is the northern method or the southwestern pickling method, it can be found in Shandong Province. In addition, the pickling of kimchi is quite unique. Even most of the kimchi in a certain country will be purchased in Shandong Province in the future.

Unfortunately, Yang Jun had no interest in it. That thing was pickled raw, and the combination of the fishy smell of cabbage and the spicy taste of raw chili peppers had a bit of a plastic taste. People who couldn't eat it really couldn't swallow it.

He took a few pieces of pork belly, two pork elbows, fresh pig blood, large intestines, pig liver, etc., and started to prepare the pig-killing dish.

He plans to cook the pork belly into garlic pork, and then make a Northeastern version of pork belly and blood sausage stewed with sauerkraut vermicelli.

Making pork elbow into Dongpo pork elbow is considered a Huaiyang cuisine method.

The large intestine is relatively simple and is used for braising.

Pig blood and tofu are mixed with cabbage and cooked, then eaten with a dipping sauce. This dish is an indispensable part of the Southwestern pig-killing cuisine.

Add some fresh pork liver and you're done.

Each dish was quite large, and the cooking time was quite long, so the meal took a full three hours.

By the time he finished, it was already dawn.

Even though he hadn't slept all night, Yang Jun didn't feel sleepy at all. The spiritual water could temporarily help him prolong his energy.

Today is the weekend, so you don't have to go to school.

Early in the morning, Yang Jun asked his family not to cook dinner and to wait until he came back. Li Xiaohua agreed immediately.

"Your sister is coming back today, baby, come back early."

I'm used to him going out often on weekends.

"I know mother."

After saying that, Yang Jun went out.

He still went straight to the county town, and then found Mr. Hu who was preparing to help someone set bones.

"Master, are you going out?"

Mr. Hu was carrying a simple cloth bag containing silver needles and some tools for acupuncture.

The old man was holding a yellow wooden pipe, so it wasn't surprising to see him.

"If I don't go out to help people heal illnesses, what will I, your master, eat and drink?"

"Hehe, I used to think that great people like you would have people offering them money."

"That's you, kid." Mr. Hu didn't refute him, but teased him.

Yang Jun often came to his house to give him gifts, which were just gifts of money to the master.

"How could I confuse them? We clearly have a deep bond as master and disciple, and this is your way of showing your filial respect to you."

Yang Jun laughed cheerfully.

As he spoke, he took out the pig-killing dishes he had divided up.

A simple lunch box with three layers.

"Do you really think I'm a landlord and a rich man? You're asking for a beating." Mr. Hu was furious when he saw him trying to beat the snake with a stick.

"Master, I'm just joking, don't take it seriously."

Yang Jun quickly begged for mercy.

"Please eat and come back later. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

Having said that, he didn't give Mr. Hu a chance to speak and just slipped away.

Behind him, the old man had no choice but to carry his lunch box back into the house, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise again.

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