Chapter 69 Do You Smell the Fragrance?

"Grandma, please don't do this. I'm getting married soon. What if I get hurt?"

The first time I came back to pay, the same scene happened, so after that I would secretly put the money under the door.

Chen Hui was mentally prepared. He protected An Wenjing behind him and dodged a few times symbolically.

"Are you going to get married? Do you want to have children after you get married?"

"You'll have so many things to spend money on when you raise a child. Go, go, go, take your things back."

Seeing that Chen Hui was not really trying to hide, Wu Jinhua didn't dare to really hit him.

He shook the carrying pole in his hand twice and then grabbed it immediately.

"I didn't buy it. I went up the mountain and hunted it myself today."

"It's such a big wild boar that it will definitely go bad if I don't finish it. Please be a good person and help me eat some."

As Chen Hui was talking, he had already taken An Wenjing into the house.

The temperature near the water tank in this kitchen is low.

When the weather gets hot, anything rare that we don’t have time to eat will be hung here.

Almost every household has a hook for hanging things on the top or side of the big water tank, so Chen Hui just hung the meat on it.

"Hey! No no!"

"Don't take advantage of me because I don't know. I can sell the meat in town."

Wu Jinhua chased after him and was stopped by An Wenjing when he tried to go into the kitchen.

"Grandma Jinhua, the town only accepts whole pigs. This one has been chopped into pieces and no one wants it." An Wenjing explained.

"If you don't want to sell the whole thing to the vendors, can you bring a scale to weigh it?"

"If you want anything else, you can bring it, but why can you bring pork? We don't even have enough to eat at home!" Wu Jinhua said stubbornly.

"Grandma Jinhua, things are different now. Now you are not allowed to buy or sell things."

“If caught, they will be severely criticized,” Chen Hui added.

"Really?!" Wu Jinhua was a little skeptical.

"Really, really!" Chen Hui nodded.

"Yeah, yeah!" An Wenjing also nodded.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s true or not, as long as you can trick her into accepting it.

"How can I feel comfortable doing that?" Wu Jinhua rubbed his hands.

The sudden huge harvest made her feel a little overwhelmed. After thinking for a while, she took the lamp and went out. "I'll see if the chickens in the backyard have laid eggs. I'll bring you two eggs."

Chen Hui and An Wenjing tried to stop him again, and it took a while before they managed to get Wu Jinhua home.

As soon as he reached the door of his house, Chen Hui shouted twice.

Seeing that An Wenyi didn't come out, he walked towards the kitchen in confusion.

"Huh?! The little brat didn't come out to ask for candy?"

Lin Jiao was sitting in front of the stove, lighting a fire. The fat and green onions had already been processed and put into the pot.

Seeing the two of them coming back, he smiled and said, "She put out the fire, knowing that she couldn't eat the candy anymore, so she went to sleep."

Lin Jiao pointed to Chen Hui's room.

An Wenyi is not tall and thin, and looks very small lying on the inside of the bed.

"That's great. We can now work with peace of mind." An Wenjing said with a smile.

"Great, let's eat something delicious while the little brat is asleep."

Chen Hui rubbed his hands and asked An Wenjing, "Do you have sweet potato flour at home?"

"There are still some. Brother Chen Hui, what are you going to do? Forget it. We have to go there anyway. Remember to bring the salt jar with you."

As An Wenjing spoke, she took the key from her pocket and gave it to Chen Hui.

"I'll make something delicious and I guarantee you've never eaten it before." Chen Hui took the key and went out.

An Wenjing went back to the stove to light the fire, leaving Lin Jiaoan to watch the pot.

Chen Hui moved quickly. Before the oil in the pot was even heated, he had already returned with sweet potato flour, a salt shaker, a small bunch of dried chilies and a pestle and mortar.

Give the salt to Lin Jiao. From the cut meat, find a piece of pure lean meat and a piece of three-layer meat with less fat and more lean meat, and put them on the chopping board to cut.

"Brother Chen Hui, what are you doing?" An Wenjing came over and asked.

"Your cooking skills are just so-so. I'll make you something delicious." Chen Hui said in a low voice.

I plucked off a few dried chilies and handed the pestle to her, "You come and crush this, the smaller the better.

"Oh."

After these days, An Wenjing got to know Chen Hui better.

I know he won't tell me, so no matter how many times you ask me, I won't tell him.

Throw the dried chilies into the pounding pot, sit back next to the stove, and pound the chilies inside with the pounding rod while watching the fire.

"Chen Hui, what are you doing? If you don't come to help, then take a look at the pot." Lin Jiao was processing meat in front of the patio and looked up and gave instructions.

"Okay, I'll be in charge of watching the pot."

"Tonight's work will take a long time. How can we have the energy if we don't prepare something to eat?"

Chen Hui responded, put down the knife in his hand, went to the stove, opened the lid of the pot and turned it over with a large spatula.

Then he went back to cutting the meat.

Cut the pork belly into slices of appropriate thickness.

Cut the lean meat into diagonal pieces, then cut into strips, add sweet potato flour, salt and soy sauce, and knead it with a little water.

Set the processed meat aside.

Chen Hui lifted the lid of the pot and turned it over. The fat in the pot had just dissolved a little, and it would take a long time to be refined.

He looked at what An Wenjing was fiddling with and shook his head.

He put the pounding pot on the table and started pounding it.

Shake to let the large particles float up, then continue pounding.

After several rounds of grinding, the dried chilies were crushed into quite fine pieces, and then some salt was added and pounded for a while.

Pour into a small bowl and set aside.

I picked the remaining dried chilies, asked An Wenjing to pound them into coarse pieces first, and then I continued to pound them into fine pieces.

Put out an enamel cup with a lid, wash it and wipe off all the water.

Pour the chopped chili peppers in and smell it. "If I can add some chopped garlic, green onion, Sichuan peppercorns, sesame seeds and peanuts, it will be perfect."

"Brother Chen Hui, what exactly are you going to do?" An Wenjing was really curious and asked again.

"It's hard for you to understand even if I tell you now, but you'll know in a moment."

Chen Hui smiled, put the things aside, and began to stir the fat in the pot with peace of mind.

When the onion fragrance comes out, pick out the onions and put them in a small bowl.

Just a few scallions can usually give me half a bowl of extra rice.

"Hey, Chen Liping, do you smell it?"

Ding Xiaohong had been sewing shoe soles for a while and was ready to go to bed when she smelled the grease coming from next door.

The greasy smell that would be disliked in later generations is now extremely attractive.

"They killed a pig, so they will definitely make some oil tonight. What's there to say?" Chen Liping swallowed.

The oil residue after boiling the oil is crispy, full of fat and very fragrant.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep, we will also stay up tomorrow." Ding Xiaohong said as she went into the house.

Over there, the oil in the big pot is ready.

Remove the oil residue and pour the oil into a clean enamel jar. There is still a lot of oil left in the pot.

Chen Hui first poured the pork belly in and gently stirred it with a large spatula while it was sizzling.

When most of the fat in the meat slices is fried out, the pig skin shrinks, the lean meat becomes crisp, and the fat becomes oily but not greasy.

He took it out and put it aside to dry, then called An Wenjing to bring the marinated lean meat.

(End of this chapter)