There isn't much meat, so I can't give them more, but they can still get some more soup.
As for Song Xi, the women's director did not make such a request.
Because the Zhou family father and son are not the kind of people who are greedy at all.
Maybe they would all be saved for Song Xi to eat. She wasn't worried about Song Xi.
Most of the villagers went to get the pork after eating the pig-killing vegetables.
So there aren’t many people sharing the pork yet, because everyone is eating butchered vegetables!
After removing the head, feet, bones and internal organs of a wild boar, there are still three hundred kilograms of meat left.
Now the village has been divided into 282 households, and each household can receive one catty.
Of course, anyone who wants the remaining ten kilograms of meat can spend money to buy it.
The butcher who was responsible for killing the pigs and dividing the pork was also named Zhou, but he had no close relationship with the Zhou Yi family and was simply named Zhou.
The young people in the village call him Uncle Zhou, and the children call him Grandpa.
Song Xi and the others came to Butcher Zhou and received a pound of meat from their family. Then Song Xi asked in a low voice, "Uncle Zhou, after everyone has received the meat, if there are any bones and pig trotters left,
Can you sell them all to us?”
Butcher Zhou knew about Zhou Yi's wife and that she needed to take care of herself more than others, so he agreed without hesitation, "Can you help me chop it up?"
"Yes, yes, thank you, Uncle Zhou." Song Xi grabbed a handful of White Rabbit toffee from his pocket and placed it behind the pork, where Butcher Zhou could see but not others, "Uncle Zhou, you
Put it away quickly and take it home to sweeten the children's mouths."
These days, no one has many children, so sugar is the easiest way to win people's hearts.
Regardless of whether there would be any bones and pig trotters left later, Butcher Zhou always wanted to help her, didn't he?
As a human being, you still need to know how to be grateful.
Sure enough, Butcher Zhou looked at Song Xi and Zhou Yi with even more loving eyes.
He tied the pork with straw, handed it to Zhou Yi, and watched them leave.
Zhou Yi had questions in his mind, but he didn't ask because he hadn't gotten the bones and pig's trotters yet!
After returning home, Song Xi asked Zhou Yi to marinate wild boar while she cooked noodles.
At this point, it's obviously too late to cook.
But the people who come here to eat at night are young people with big appetites, so just cooking noodles is not enough.
So Song Xi cooked another pot of sweet potato cubes. She washed the sweet potatoes and cut them into small pieces, put them in the pot under cold water, and then added various seasonings after they were cooked.
The sweet potato pieces cooked in this way are soft, glutinous and sweet, with soup, not particularly dry, and taste good.
After that, Song Xi fried rattan vegetables and winter vegetables.
The kind of enamel basin that is almost as big as a washbasin filled two large basins.
As for the leaves of the rattan vegetables, they were chopped into pieces, added to the egg liquid and stirred evenly, then a thin layer of oil was applied to the pan and twelve vegetable egg pancakes were fried, which was enough for the gay men to eat.
Song Xi would take thirty eggs from the supermarket every time she went to the commune.
Zhou Yi thought she bought it outside and never asked about it.
When Song Xi brought the last dish to the table, Zhou Ping and the others came over with butchered vegetables.
Pork-killing vegetables include pig heart, lungs, liver, and blood sausage.
Each person has one spoon of meat and two spoons of soup, which makes a bowl of pig-killing vegetables.
Song Xi poured five bowls of pig-killing vegetables into the pot and reheated them.
She added a bowl of salted wild vegetables that Zhou Yi had previously pickled into it.
Because pickles can neutralize the fishy smell of wild boar very well.
Although she doesn't eat wild boar, she still takes every dish seriously.
It's not like some people who just mess around with dishes they don't eat.
Even though you don’t eat it yourself, others still want to eat it, right?
Zhou Yi and the others were not idle either, helping Song Xi.
After the pig-killing vegetables were processed, the five people sat around the table and began to feast.
Sheng Jiahe held vegetable egg pancakes in his left hand and sweet potato soup in his right hand.
His mouth was bulging like a hamster, and he said while eating, "Song Xi, the food you cook is so delicious. If I could, I really want to come to your house to eat every day."
"That's a good idea, are my wife's hands cooking for you?" Looking at Sheng Jiahe who was trying to make every effort, Zhou Yi said rudely, "If you want to eat the food cooked by your wife, then marry her as soon as possible. Now
Now that you have separated your family, you can marry a wife and live your own life behind closed doors."
He was reluctant to let his wife cook all the time, and only agreed to let her cook occasionally.
The Sheng family is on good terms, but he actually wants to eat the food cooked by his wife every day.
He cares for his wife.
Sheng Jiahe sighed in his heart, not everyone is as lucky as Zhou Yi.
If he comes back with a wife who is a house spoiler, what's the point of separating the family?
If he comes back with a daughter-in-law who only cares about her mother's family, no matter how much money she has, she will be emptied of her money!
What if he marries a blood-sucker and doesn't give up until he sucks up all his money?
Looking at the various wives in the village, Sheng Jiahe couldn't help but shudder, feeling so terrible.
He also wanted to find a wife like Song Xi, but there was only one Song Xi in the world.
Therefore, Sheng Jiahe felt that it would be very difficult for him to marry a wife that he wanted.
"This egg pancake is so delicious, crispy and soft, and the vegetable leaves inside are also very sweet."
Zhou Ping sighed while eating.
He is not as greedy as Sheng Jiahe, just let him try Song Xi's crafts occasionally.
If you are too greedy, you may lose more than you gain.
"Just chop up the vegetable leaves and add them to the egg mixture and stir evenly. It's the same as making pancakes. You can try it when you get back." Song Xi said.
I told them how to make it, but as for the taste, it was definitely not as good as hers.
She has the blessing of spiritual spring water, and she is very confident that the chefs in state-owned restaurants do not cook as well as hers.
Song Xi told how to make vegetable egg pancakes, and the three people waved their hands, refusing to go home and try it.
Maybe it’s because there are more family members, so it’s more complicated to do it!
"Song Xi, why don't you eat pork?" Seeing that Song Xi had been eating rattan vegetables, Mo Jiaxiang asked in confusion.
If it weren't for the fact that several of them teamed up to kill a wild boar, then everyone would have to wait until the end of the year when the New Year pig is killed before they can eat pork.
Ping'an Village raises two pigs. One will be handed over at the end of the year, and the meat from the remaining one will be shared among everyone.
The portions are not very big, and those with small family members can only get one or two taels of meat.
A family like Zhou Yi's doesn't get much meat.
They were the ones who shot the wild boar this time, and they proposed the meat-sharing rules, so Zhou Yi was able to get a pound of pork.
The New Year Pig at the end of the year belongs to the collective and will not be divided according to their rules.
By that time, Zhou Yi would not be able to get much meat unless he bought it.
But even one pig was not enough for the village, so how could there be anything left for him to buy?