When Feng Jing finished washing his clothes and came back with a wooden barrel, he saw four people in the Su family sitting in line under the balcony under the eaves licking candied haws, "..."

"Come on, Brother Feng, you have your share. You can eat candied haws first and then dry your clothes later." Su Hua pointed to the candied haws inserted on the wall and asked Feng Jing to take them himself.

Feng Jing really wanted to say that he was not that naive and didn't want to eat any candied haws.

However, the Su family in this row looked at the candied haws on the wall with coveting, which made him not eat them.

Forget it, in order to avoid the uneven distribution of the candied haws by the Su family for a candied haw, he should eat this candied haws.

Seeing him picking candied haws from the wall, Axiu, Su Wan and Su Zhen's eyes all showed disappointment.

Su Huan was so open-minded that he would buy it in the future after going to the city.

Su Hua ate quickly, washed his hands, and took the initiative to dry his clothes.

In ancient times, there was no washing machine. Washing clothes with bare hands was really tiring. I had to hold a wooden stick by the river to beat them. Thinking about it, I felt sore in my waist and back, which was even more tiring than fighting.

She couldn't let the other "children" in the family dry their clothes, so she should help with the drying herself. Feng Jing will be busy for a while, and filling sausages will be a troublesome job.

Feng Jing was a little surprised. Su Hua, who never did housework, actually helped him share the housework, which made him feel flattered.

"Girl, let it go, I'll dry it in a while."

"No, I can still dry clothes. You eat candied haws first, and we will make sausages later. Look, I have brought them back all the pork and pig intestines."

“The spices are all ready-made in our house.”

"After a while, you can cut some pork and stir-fry it for lunch. I will chop the pork first and add spices. You can put it in. I can't control the amount."

The girl shook her clothes, and the water drips on the clothes sprinkled out, reflecting in the sun, emitting a rainbow-like light. The picture of the quiet years also reflects the rude girl a lot quieter.

Those who don’t know must think that she washed these clothes.

Feng Jing looked at his hands that were soaked in white and felt a little uncomfortable. He could really do physical work and had nothing to do with the housework done by women.

However, he couldn't make the decision.

Su Huan was holding everyone up to eat candied haws, so he took the pig's intestine and put it in a wooden barrel.

Butcher Zhang had already made a general celebration, but it was not washed clean.

She used the water power to clean the pig's small intestine.

This has to avoid everyone a little.

She scooped the water from the water tank and put it in the wooden bucket. She rubbed it several times first. In fact, she had already used the water-based superpower to turn it into a water flow to clean the dirty things in the small intestine.

After pouring out the water, add salt, starch and vinegar and knead it together.

The sticky substances on the inner wall of the small intestine have long been washed away by Su Huan, so salt, starch, and vinegar are used just to remove the taste.

I went to the soup pot on the stove and scooped warm water, poured it into it and washed the small intestine.

After taking it out, add some dough alkali and scrub it repeatedly.

For Su Huan, these steps are all for the purpose of removing the taste.

Although Feng Jing can make this thing, Feng Jing has never made it before. She was afraid that he would not wash it clean, so she didn't want to waste money and ingredients to make unclean sausages.

After that, she added ingredients and rubbed twice, but she couldn't smell any odor, so she drained her small intestine and hung it up again.

Feng Jing was really surprised this time. Su Huan didn't really know how to do housework. She could do such a cumbersome and dirty work as clear-headed pigs.

She just doesn't want to do housework?

"I made a little extra pig intestine, and then Brother Feng will make hot and fat intestines to eat."

"Will Brother Feng make hot and fat intestines?"

“Not very good at it.”

Su Hua was embarrassed and could only carefully recall the video of chef Wang Gang that he had watched before.

"In a while, let's think about it together."

The two of them thought about cooking together, which became a nightmare for the villagers.

The hot and fat intestines are already very delicious. Although there are not so many spices added, the flavor of onions, ginger, garlic, and pepper needs to be completely flattened.

Because Su Huan bought not all the pig intestines, but some bought pig intestines, and they also cleaned them together just now.

The pig intestine was cooked with some deodorized spices, picked it up, and let Feng Jing cut it into a 2 cm long left ring segment.

Then, sit in the pot and wait until the water boils, blanch the cut pig intestine and remove the oil, remove it, put it in a basket and control the water and set aside.

At this moment, the oil is relaxed in the big pot. Well, Master Wang Gang likes to relax the oil the most. This requirement was really too luxurious for ancient times. The ancients were very economical, so there was no such much oil to be used as oil.

There was no salad oil in ancient times, just rapeseed oil.

If the rapeseed oil is not completely cooked, it will smell a odor.

So Su Huan asked Feng Jing and other oil to be completely hot, and then poured it into the blanched pig intestine.

There is so much water on the pig's large intestine, it is not completely drained after draining it for a while. After putting it in the pot, the water droplets are completely in contact with the hot hot oil, and oil splashes for a while.

At this time, Feng Jing had already learned the demeanor of not avoiding or avoiding dangers after this period of experience in cooking. In fact, it didn’t hurt that oil splashed on his hands.

Su Huan was amazed at the sight of the fire. She was still afraid of being hot. When the fire was burning, she was a little distance from the stove. Feng Jing didn't understand why she was so afraid of the fire. When the fire was burning, she looked a little cowardly.

When Feng Jing fryed the pig intestine until golden brown, Su Huan asked him to fish out the pig intestine to control oil.

Feng Jing did as he did.

"Then it's almost the same as making the refried meat, you can make it yourself."

Feng Jing knew it in his mind, and put the base oil left in the pot and minced green onion, ginger and garlic to stir-fry.

Then, pour in the dark soy sauce, add a little salt and stir-fry.

Immediately afterwards, he added some sugar.

Su Huan didn’t understand why you should add sugar. Is there a link of adding sugar?

Forget it, Feng Jing is a chef, and she has already let him go anyway, so it is useless for her to stop him now.

Feng Jing poured cooking wine into the pot, cooked aged vinegar, fryed for a while, poured in a spoonful of water, and said to Su Huan, "Burn the heat more."

Su Hua was a little afraid of the fire, so he went to the kitchen door, "Su Zhen, come here to burn the fire, the fire."

"Okay, sister." Su Zhen let go of his fault, jumped into the kitchen, and took the tongs from Su Huan's hand.

Su Zhen’s fire-burning technique is much better than Su Huan. The fire in the stove is very strong. Feng Jing glanced at Su Huan who was extremely afraid of fire and was away from him. It was really scared away by a little spark. Then how could she dare to take the red wooden stick to beat people when she faced bandits before?

After putting down his thoughts, Feng Jing started stir-frying the soup over high heat.
Chapter completed!