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Chapter 233 Crispy Hand-Torn Roasted Rabbit
The refugees, who had just solved their housing problem, immediately enjoyed the warmth and care provided by the border garrison commander.

"Everyone, after work today, hurry to the outside of the camp to collect your rabbits. Each household can collect one! Each one weighs four or five pounds!"

"Wow! That means we can have rabbit meat tonight!"

"The General is so kind to us! My grandchildren have hardly ever eaten meat since they were born, and I, an old man in my fifties, have almost forgotten what meat tastes like!"

"It's said that people with thin stomachs will get an upset stomach if they eat too much oily food at once, so you should be careful what you eat."

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The next thing that sparked a heated debate was how many meals a rabbit can eat.

The adults were talking so enthusiastically that the children were practically drooling with envy.

Not to mention the migrant children, even Fatty, who had never lacked meat since arriving in the border town, was drooling.

He had not forgotten the memory of the delicious rabbit legs he had eaten during his exile.

That was his mother's special favor towards him.

The child only knew that he was eating rabbit legs; this was the first time he had ever seen a whole rabbit.

This is a time when children are full of curiosity, and they ask questions whenever they don't understand something.

"Mom, why has Zizai only ever eaten rabbit legs before? Is it because other meats don't taste good?"

As a mother, I'm speechless!

The child asked again, "The rabbits that other families got are all fluffy and huge! But the rabbits we got are all so small, and they're all bald! They're so cute!"

Baldness? What baldness?!

It's because these rabbits we brought back had been bled for more than three hours, and their bodies had lost their warmth, making them unsuitable for skinning.

Before cooking, you can only boil water to scald off the rabbit fur.

There are over a thousand rabbits.

Gan Minglan asked the cooks to help with the first step of processing before delivering the food to the compound.

At the same time, she also looted most of the salt and spices in the camp.

The mother, full of fighting spirit, said: "Hmph! My little one, you're too young to know how delicious rabbit skin is. I'll marinate it first and then bake it until you're drooling!"

"Slurp. Slurp"

The child held up two fingers on its right paw: "Then we'll eat the whole nest!"

Such a small body with a big belly!
The cooks who came to learn Captain Gan's skills today were being directed around in circles.

A certain amount of common spices, such as salt, Sichuan peppercorns, ginger slices, shallots, and large chunks of scallions (onions), were placed into several large stone jars.

Then add a large amount of cooled boiled water and stir.

The final step was to soak the rabbits, one by one, after they had been modified with decorative cuts.

"Well, after you leave, I have one more secret seasoning to add. Just soak it overnight, and the flavor of all these spices will infuse the rabbit meat! Tomorrow morning, light a fire in the camp and you can come and collect the rabbit meat!"

With so many spices, it's still not flavorful enough? They even have a secret seasoning?
The cooks had to admire the people of Daming Prefecture; they were far more particular about food than the people of Northwest China.

I thought I had learned a new skill.

I could see the melancholy in their eyes.

Gan Minglan then said:
"You can try it when you get back. Rabbits marinated in these seasonings taste great when roasted! Tomorrow I'll teach you how to roast them to get a crispy skin!"

"That's great! Thank you so much for your guidance, Captain Gan!"

Upon learning that they wouldn't be able to eat rabbit meat until tomorrow, Fatty was so anxious his hair was practically steaming.

Hmph! The adults still don't crave meat!
Otherwise, how could you resist drooling?
In his haste, Fatty saw his little sister on his mother's back: "Mom, look, look, Yuanyuan is sucking her fingers, she wants to eat meat too!"

In order to show off his physique as soon as possible, this simpleton has developed an extra cunning mind.

"Son, haven't you heard the saying, 'Haste makes waste'? Take a good sniff. Doesn't this big vat smell of salt, Sichuan peppercorns, wild onions, and shallots?"
Most importantly, it's all about the flavor of time! Only when all the aromas are infused into the rabbit meat will it taste its best after roasting. Would you rather roast a rabbit with no aroma right now, or wait until tomorrow and enjoy a rabbit with a crispy, fragrant skin and juicy, tender meat?

"Slurp. Slurp"

He's a goofball, but also a foodie.

The bunny doesn't smell good, and my child says they don't like to eat it either.

After finally managing to coax her son away, Gan Minglan quickly returned to her room to cheat in her spatial dimension.

Add an appropriate amount of Sacred Wood Essence to the juice of doggrass roots and stems, and pour four or five pounds into each large vat.

In the rugged Northwest, every available spice was used.

The rest, of course, is left to time.

It wasn't just Fatty who was thinking about the rabbits in those eight big vats.

Just as dawn broke, the cooks from the camp rushed to the gate of courtyard number thirty-six and started banging on it.

"Captain Gan, all the generals above the rank of commander of the five guard posts have come today. They plan to have mutton soup at Ganweixian for breakfast, and they're counting on our roasted rabbit for lunch."

"Let's go then!"

Not long after.

Outside the general's camp, rows of grills, set up in advance according to Captain Gan's instructions, were filled with shaped rabbits.

Conductor of the entire performance:
"Roasting rabbit doesn't require much skill. The charcoal fire shouldn't be too strong, and the most important thing is to keep turning it over until the rabbit's skin and the meat inside are roasted until golden brown."

The scene of roasting thousands of rabbits at the same time is quite spectacular.

Many headmen strolled over here after breakfast, eager to try it out for themselves.

How wonderful it would be if delicious food were created from one's own hands!

The rather large figure squatted awkwardly on a small stool, its eyes fixed on the skinny rabbit, occasionally exchanging a few words with its comrade beside it.

A perfectly good barbecue spot has been transformed into the illusion of a team-building event in a later era.

Gan Minglan couldn't help but suggest to General Zhao:
"In the future, when the generals come to fight and meet, we can follow this method for their meals! We can have a competition to see who has the best barbecue skills, and it would be nice to have some prizes."

What a great idea!

Although roasting the rabbit took quite a long time, the generals almost gave up towards the end.

However, when the rabbit meat gradually develops a glossy, plump sheen...

With each deep breath, I feel filled with happiness.

A large piece of roasted rabbit meat can be easily torn off with a gentle pull of the hand.

Crispy outer skin, tender and juicy meat, neither dry nor gamey.

The meat itself is very fragrant.

It's the kind of fragrance that's created by mixing, kneading, and sublimating all the spices several times over.

The aroma penetrates to the very bone.

For those who prefer strong flavors, you can sprinkle some cumin powder and sesame seeds on the rabbit meat.

This is like adding fragrance to fragrance.

Every bite of meat is bursting with flavor.

evaluate?

No evaluation needed!
Just by watching them devour their food like crazy, without saying a word, you can tell how delicious it must be.

The secret spice marinade, combined with the added benefit of hand-roasting, creates a multi-layered effect.

All the generals were shouting in their hearts: I am the number one roasted rabbit master!
(End of this chapter)