Chapter 70: Strange Scent

"I'm coming."

"How much meat is missing?"

An Wenjing brought the lean meat over and saw that the pork belly had shrunk in size after being fried, which felt a bit like a pity.

Just cook it, cut it into slices and eat it with soy sauce.

"Isn't the oil still in the pan? It's not less at all."

As Chen Hui spoke, he picked up a strip of meat with chopsticks and put it into the pot.

The lean meat strips cut through the lattice suddenly bloomed in the frying pan, swirling along with the temperature of the oil.

"How much fuel will this consume?" An Wenjing whispered, looking cautiously in the direction of Lin Jiao.

"No matter how much oil you use, it all goes into your stomach in the end, so you don't lose anything."

An Wenjing thought about it.

This doesn't sound right at first, but I can't really tell what's wrong with it.

Slightly fry the lean meat strips and scoop them out.

An Wenjing thought that was the end, and while shouting, "It smells so good," she reached out to grab the lean meat strips to eat.

Chen Hui stopped her and fried both the fat and lean meat again.

Put a small bowl aside and put the rest into a large bowl.

He sprinkled the salt on the chili powder and shook it evenly, handed it to An Wenjing and said, "Try it."

"looks very tasty."

An Wenjing swallowed, reached out to pick up a strip of lean meat, blew on it, and then bit off a little bit.

"How can this be satisfying? Open your mouth!" He picked up a piece of meat with the frying chopsticks, blew it cool, and put all into An Wenjing's mouth.

"Hmm!" An Wenjing's eyes lit up. After chewing a few bites, she smiled and said, "It tastes better than the ones in the county restaurant!"

"Of course it is fried food."

As Chen Hui spoke, he also took two sips and felt relaxed all over.

I have never thought that fried meat strips and pork belly were so delicious before.

"Have another bite!" An Wenjing opened her mouth and pointed at her mouth.

Chen Hui fed her a mouthful of meat and handed her the bowl, "Give some to our mother."

An Wenjing held the bowl and shook her head, whispering, "I dare not."

"Why?!"

"It consumes too much fuel. Mom will scold me."

"Okay, I'll take it."

Chen Hui took the bowl again, picked up a pair of chopsticks, walked to the hall and said, "Mom, take a break and eat something."

"Okay!"

Lin Jiao smiled and wiped her hands. When she looked up and saw the bowl of meat in Chen Hui's hand, she said distressedly, "What a sin! How much oil did it take to make this?!"

"As long as you eat them all, the oil will be in your stomach, so you won't lose anything."

"I'll save the artistic one for her, we can just eat this spicy one ourselves."

Chen Hui handed the dishes to Lin Jiao, then returned to the kitchen and said to An Wenjing, "Wife, light the fire and heat up the oil in the pot."

"okay!"

An Wenjing agreed and added some firewood to the stove.

"Chen Liping, do you smell it? It smells so good." Ding Xiaohong kicked the person next to her and asked.

"How can this oil not be fragrant?"

"No, I think it's more fragrant than normal oil."

"You smell that other people's food is delicious. Go to sleep." Chen Liping swallowed, touched his stomach and turned over.

Chen Hui held the chopsticks in his hand and dipped them in a little wet starch left over from the pickled meat.

From time to time, stick the chopsticks into the oil pan and observe the bubbling of starch.

An Wenjing was burning a fire, bending her knees and looking ahead, and asked curiously: "Brother Chen Hui, what are we going to do next?"

"Do you know that there is a way to make food delicious even without oil?" Chen Hui asked her while observing the oil temperature.

An Wenjing thought about it, shook her head and smiled. "Brother Chen Hui, are you stupid? If there is such a method, everyone would use it."

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Chen Hui smiled.

He planned to make some chili oil and mix it with the sweet potato rice or boiled bamboo shoots and conchs.

Just a little bit is enough to make the dish delicious.

It is indeed unreasonable to say that no oil was used, so there is nothing wrong with An Wenjing's statement.

"Enough is enough."

When bubbles appeared when the chopsticks were inserted into the oil, Chen Hui scooped out some hot oil with a large spoon and poured it into an enamel cup filled with chopped chili peppers with a sizzling sound.

Then use chopsticks to stir quickly in circles to lower the oil temperature and prevent the peppers from being burnt by the high temperature.

The oil stimulated the chili powder, and a special smell wafted through the room.

“What smells so good?!” Lin Jiao was attracted by the aroma and came in with the bowl to take a look.

"Chili oil is great for mixing rice and vegetables," said Chen Hui.

"Oh, it smells really good, but it uses too much oil." Lin Jiao still felt sorry for the oil.

"This is very fragrant, and only a little bit is needed each time. It saves oil compared to cooking."

Chen Hui grabbed the handle of the cup and handed the enamel cup forward.

Lin Jiao sniffed it.

It smells so good that I can’t help but want to take a sip.

We don't do this every day, so it's okay if it wastes a little oil.

"Mom, why haven't you eaten anything?" An Wenjing glanced at the bowl on the table and felt that there was almost no meat missing.

"I can't eat it all, just have a bite and eat the rest with rice tomorrow."

After Lin Jiao finished speaking, she went back to the patio to continue her work.

Chen Hui said there wasn't much pork left, so he decided not to sell it.

Except for a portion to be eaten on the wedding day and in the next two days, the rest must be processed overnight, smeared with salt and smoked to increase the shelf life.

"Chen Liping, do you smell it?" Ding Xiaohong kicked the person next to her again.

"Smell it."

Chen Liping sat up.

This time the smell coming from next door was something I had never smelled before, it was so fragrant!
"Grandma, Grandma."

The little grandson at home groped his way out of the house in the dark.

Seeing that the living room of his house was also pitch black, he exclaimed "Huh?" in confusion.

"What are you doing out in the dark? Go back to sleep." Ding Xiaohong's daughter-in-law came out and held the child's hand.

The kid didn't go back, but walked towards the kitchen in the dark, mumbling incoherently, "What does grandma want to eat?"

"What is grandma eating? Grandma, eat nothing!"

Ding Xiaohong opened the door and glared in the direction of Chen Hui's house angrily, "What the hell are you doing so late at night? You don't even bother to ask the neighbors if they want to eat."

"After all the things you did to her back then, you still expect her to ask? You are so shameless."

Chen Liping's heart was churning, and all of it turned into dissatisfaction with Ding Xiaohong.

If she hadn't made the relationship between the neighbors so ugly, I would have shamelessly gone over to join in the fun.

"You have a small face? You carried a pig for someone today and asked for the meat. So many people in the village laughed at you, and you forgot about it right away, right?"

Ding Xiaohong's voice became a little higher.

"Why am I being laughed at? It's all because of you!"

"I was thinking of going over to check on the situation and asking Chen Hui quietly, but you were the one who started making so much noise the moment you walked in."

Chen Liping added another three degrees to Ding Xiaohong's decibel level.

"How dare you say that to me?" When it comes to talking loudly, Ding Xiaohong has never lost in this family.

Their daughter-in-law realized that something was not right, so she took her grandson and went back to the room without looking back.

(End of this chapter)