The peasant girl wants to turn the sky: the black-bellied husband, come to farm

Chapter 137 Fragrant! ! !
After buying the food, although it was to be eaten by Tong's family, it was made at Qiao Mai's house.

Tong Sanlang drove the ox cart to Qiao's courtyard.

He bought four knuckles, eight pig's trotters, a pair of large intestines, several pig ears, and ten catties of pork belly, and carried these things to the well. He looked at Qiao Xiaomai, with a smile on Jun's face, "Miss Qiao , it's time for you to show your skills."

"No problem." Qiao Xiaomai stared at these things, pursed her lips, and said, "Brother Tong, you go back first, and I will send it to you with rice when it's done."

"Ah, sister, if you want to do this, you don't have enough dry firewood, right? Why don't Brother Tong and I go up the mountain to collect firewood." Qiao Dami put her satchel back in the room, then ran out bouncingly, and went straight to Tong Sanlang and go.

Qiao Changshun nodded repeatedly when he heard the words, "Yes, yes, you need a lot of dry firewood to do these things. Let Saburo and Rice go up the mountain to pick them up."

"Then I will go up the mountain with Rice." Tong Sanlang had no objection to this.

"Okay!" Qiao Dami happily took a hemp rope, and happily dragged Tong Sanlang out.

Joe Mai "..."

"Mai, come on, I'll help you, let's do it quickly." Qiao Changshun said, he made all the open wooden boxes needed for making bean sprouts, and he's fine now.

Qiao Mai's eyes drifted over the row of meat, she threw Tong Sanlang behind her head, and began to tidy up.

She didn't want to get in touch with Tong Sanlang because of embarrassment, because she was afraid of spreading gossip, and because of the Tong family's help to her, she always felt a little inexplicable.

But now that Tong Tiehu's [-]th birthday is here, she has to get in touch if she doesn't want to.

Forget it, judging from the current situation, she is still the same as the dwarf Tong Sanlang. When she comes into contact with Tong Sanlang, a village grass, it is Tong Sanlang who needs to worry.

She doesn't think so much anymore, let it be.

First clean up the elbows that have been used for a long time, and she is going to make sauced elbows.

Clean up the pig hairs on the elbows, blanch them in a pot, then take them out and put them aside.

Add water to the pot again, add onion, ginger, pepper, cinnamon and other ingredients, put all the four elbows in, and start cooking on high heat.

Asking Qiao Changshun to light the fire, Qiao Xiaomai put the elbow aside and started making soybean trotter soup.

She has made this soup several times. As far as the Qiao family's current living standard is concerned, she will not get tired of drinking it ten or eight times in a row.

Both sides were burning, and Qiao Xiaomai took the time to clean the pot where the soy milk was cooked before, and began to cook braised pork.

The method of braised pork is similar. Qiao Mai chooses a simple one. She first washes the pork belly and cuts it into small pieces, puts it in the pot and blanch it in water, then takes it out and puts it aside, pours out the water in the pot, puts the oil, and puts the pork belly , start stir frying.

Stir-fry the meat until it is browned, add onion, ginger, soy sauce, star anise and other seasonings, and add water after frying the aroma.

Then start to simmer slowly over low heat, this process takes an hour.

Qiao Changshun's sauced knuckles also began to simmer slowly over a low fire, and together with the soybean and pig's trotter soup in the clay pot, two people had to take care of three stoves.However, Qiao Xiaomai didn't feel flustered. She took the time to wash the pig's intestines with flour and prepared to fry them later.

When Tong Sanlang and Qiao Dami came back, the yard was already full of fragrance.

Tong Sanlang carried a large bundle of firewood, and Qiao Dami also carried a small bundle on his back. As soon as the two of them entered the yard, they subconsciously took a deep breath.

Fragrant!
The three rich aromas of sauced elbow, pig's trotter soup, and braised pork are mixed together, and they are constantly drilled into the nose.

With a wow, Qiao Dami dropped the firewood on his back and ran towards the kitchen.

Tong Sanlang stood still.

He is someone who has seen the world, and even tasted the chef's craftsmanship in the imperial dining room, but this is the first time he smells this overbearing aroma.

(End of this chapter)