After frying the soup to a relatively sticky one, Feng Jing poured the large intestine section of the pig that was placed aside to control oil into the pot and planned to simmer over low heat.

"Su Zhen, now burn the fire, don't be so strong, otherwise the soup will dry in a while and it will make the pot stick."

"Okay." Su Zhen still listened to Feng Jing's words when it comes to cooking.

At this moment, she was slowly simmering the pig intestine on low heat, so Su Huan didn't look around the pot. She went to the balcony under the eaves, took a kitchen knife, cut some meat down, and prepared to keep it at home for stir-frying.

Then I shaved off the ribs. This thing cannot be made into sausages, but Feng Jing can be made into sweet and sour ribs.

I don't know if he will do it, but she still remembers a little bit of it anyway.

You can also make bacon, but it is summer now, so I don’t know if you can make bacon. Is it related to the weather?

No matter what, she also made sausages in the summer, right?

Then she just needs to use her superpower to control the water, so that she won't get moldy.

She split half a pig outside and prepared for the sausage for a while.

Feng Jing was in the kitchen, waiting for the pig intestine to be eaten, so he added cinnamon powder, amomum villoss powder, and pepper powder. He also let Su Zhen burn the fire and refill the juice.

Finally, Feng Jing poured pepper oil into stir-fry evenly, then shoveled it up and put it on a plate, and sprinkled with chopped green onions very pretentiously. There was no way. He used to pay attention to everything he ate in the mansion. Before, he didn't know how to cook, so he only focused on whether the dishes were cooked or not. Now he felt that his cooking skills were also progressing rapidly, so he could add a little style.

Because Su Huan was very generous when buying ingredients regardless of cost, this pot of hot and fat intestines could even be filled with two plates.

In this way, I can eat a plate at night.

Feng Jing took the pig intestine to the Eight Immortals table in the main hall and placed the other plate in the cupboard.

When he returned to the kitchen, Feng Jing washed the pot, picked up a piece of meat beside Su Huan, and then went back to the kitchen.

Fry some meat casually, Feng Jing will do it, and Su Huan is not worried at all.

Smelling the scent of the hot and fat intestines, some villagers passed by Su Huan's house and saw her dividing pork. They were surprised and asked, "Miss Su, where did you come from this half of the pig? It's not the New Year yet, and no one in the village kills pigs."

Su Hua didn't know what the villagers meant, so he just chatted casually, "I bought it in the town just now and wanted to make some sausages to eat."

"What is sausage?"

Su Huan said the way to cook the sausage, and the villagers were confused.

Su Hua originally wanted to give everyone a sausage home to try it out, but as a foodie, she was used to living in the end of the world, and she knew that such a hole could not be opened.

It is different from what she shared with others to tell others about the recipe when she was in the city.

Many people in the village cannot eat meat. Although eating meat every day is a bit annoying, it is the money she earns by relying on her own ability.

If something good is asked by someone, she will give it to others to try it.

There are so many people in the village. She asked this, and when others heard such a good thing, they also asked if she would give it to others.

She likes so many delicious foods. Every time she goes, everyone comes to ask and try it out?

Finally, Su Wu forced himself to suppress his impulsive thoughts.

Someone from the villager who was watching asked, "Miss Su, when will your family build a house? Then come to your house to help you repair the house. Can you eat something delicious?"

When repairing a house, you must make delicious food for the craftsmen to eat. As for what to eat, Su Hua has not made any decision yet. You can only say, "Of course there is meat to eat."

"Then don't forget to invite us when you repair the house."

"..." Will the whole village be invited to build a house?

Of course not. She is not the landlord and is holding a feast.

Su Huan smiled and kicked this sentence on the village chief. Anyway, she would give the village chief benefits. "I will trouble the village chief to introduce me to the craftsmen. I don't know much about building a house, so I will naturally not treat the craftsmen who helped me build a house."

Hearing Su Huan say this, the villagers who wanted to take advantage of the situation showed a disappointed expression.

When building a house, the craftsmen who come here naturally have to know everything. How could they just fool them into eating meat?

Su Huan had completely given up on finding Cen Qing to repair the house. She didn't feel that she could be so awesome to go to prison to force people to come out to repair the house.

Building a house is for the sake of family living and working in peace, not for a good-looking house, which makes family members in trouble. You can't do the kind of thing that puts the cart before the horse.

Su Huan had no intention of dividing the meat for everyone to taste it. After a while, the onlookers left in disappointment.

After walking far, he started to say bad things about Su Huan.

"This girl Su is so stingy. She didn't say that she would give us any scraps and go home to cheat some pork. She couldn't eat pork. She made some lard and the fried dishes were better than boiled in white water."

"She is really too busy to spend money. Which family can marry in the future accept her spending habits like this."

"Yes, she spends money on food like this, maybe she will finish painting one day. She has no money. Who would marry her? Will she have no idea about the situation in her family?"

"I originally said to introduce her to my eldest nephew. Now, seeing how she is like this, let's forget it. Get a wife and marry a virtuous person. She has finished drawing her own money. My eldest nephew can't afford to support her in the future. My eldest nephew is an honest farmer. She worked hard for a year and couldn't save enough money for her to buy half of the pork. Tsk tsk."

Su Huan threw the acidification behind his mind, pretended not to hear it, took a bucket of water out, put the processed pork in the bucket and washed it twice, poured the water clean, and took out a knife from the bucket and peeled the pig's skin.

There is no need for skin to make sausages.

Su Huan doesn't like to eat pig skin. In fact, she has thought about giving pig skin to the villagers, but this kind of thing cannot begin.

In fact, pig skin can be cooked, so let Feng Jing take care of it. She will eat whatever he cooks, and she will not be unable to endure hardships.

Feng Jing has practiced martial arts and has good hearing. He has also heard what the villagers said just now.

However, he agreed with Su Huan's approach. How could he come to the door and ask others to give him something?

And what does it mean that Su Hua will not get married in the future?

A woman like her, is there a man in this village worthy of her?

Do you still need the people in this village to look down on her?

Now these people in the village probably want to marry her for the money from Su Huan. Fortunately, Su Huan is clear about her mind and doesn't want to get married yet, so these people can't plot against her.
Chapter completed!