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According to local custom, people do not visit relatives or friends on the first day of the Lunar New Year, and eat vegetarian food all day.
Wei Han gave out fifty or sixty catties of mutton, and it seems a bit unreasonable that they ate it for three days at her house and even had to eat vegetarian food for one day.
Yu Rujia did not put the first day of the lunar new year in three days.
Wei Hanjie: "Okay, it's settled then. The mutton will be kept here at your place."
For breakfast on New Year's Eve, Wei Han came to Yu's house early.
When he arrived, a group of young men were practicing martial arts at home; Gao Shujing was busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen.
Wei Han walked in, drawn by the aroma: "Officer Gao's cooking skills are even better than the chefs at the state-run restaurant in town. It smells so good! What delicious food have you made?"
Gao Shujing was putting salt into the pot. The salt they used was fine salt that had been processed according to Ru Jia's instructions after they bought it home. It was different from the coarse salt on the market. Fine salt can be added when putting it in the pot.
Gao Shujing: "We're having rice noodles this morning. The soup base is pork offal and bone broth. It'll be ready soon. You can sit outside for a while."
Wei Han shook his head: "It smells too good. I'll stay here and smell it a little longer. Is this pork offal just the pig's guts?"
Gao Shujing: "Yes, on the 26th of the year, all the brigades slaughtered pigs. Everyone thought the offal didn't taste good, so I bought all the pig offal from several brigades so we could eat as much as we wanted."
Wei Han was shocked: "You bought them all? That's several hundred pounds! Can your family eat all of that?"
Even if you have the skills and the food you make tastes good, you can eat more than ten pounds a day. You would have to eat hundreds of pounds of pig offal for one or two months.
It's the dead of winter now, so things don't spoil easily, but fresh pig offal can't be kept for more than a month or two. Isn't that a complete waste?
Gao Shujing: "Not that many, just over two hundred catties. Normally you need meat coupons to buy meat, and it's not easy to buy it. This offal doesn't need coupons and is cheap. Over two hundred catties only cost about twenty yuan, which is a great deal."
"After buying it, marinate it and store it. It will last longer and won't spoil."
Wei Hanjie sniffed, not smelling that familiar stench: "The stench is gone, how did you deal with it?"
Gao Shujing: "Wash it several times with wood ash, and add more ingredients to get rid of the smell."
Wei Hanjie: "With these two hundred-plus catties of offal, plus the meat your family got a few days ago, you'll be able to eat more than ten catties of meat every day for the next month. You're really lucky."
They can eat so much meat every day without spending much money on tickets, no wonder Duofu and his friends are all strong and smart.
Gao Shujing received income from the commune and the brigade, while Yu Rujia was a consultant at the town hospital; the couple each had two sources of income.
Even without considering the brigade's full work points, their combined monthly salary was over a hundred yuan.
With such an income, making a few dozen yuan a month for living expenses is not a problem at all.
Wei Hanjie had a good account, but what he didn't know was that the nearly 300 catties of offal he brought back that day had been used to make a large pot of braised meat, and half of it had been sent to the cowshed.
Yesterday I braised another big pot of meat, and again I gave half of it to the cowshed.
Half of the nearly 300 jin of offal has already been removed. If we don't control our consumption, we could definitely finish the remaining offal in a week.
Gao Shujing would deliver things to the cowshed once a month, and at other times he would deliver things to the cliff. There was a place that was so steep that no one without light-footed skills could get there.
People of the Xia family's Jing generation and people of the Yu family can go there. It's very safe to meet there and to leave things there.
Both parties simply leave their items there and agree on a mark. When the other party sees the mark, they can find an opportunity to retrieve them, which is very convenient.
After the children finished practicing martial arts and washed their hands, some went into the kitchen and others divided the bowls.
Yu Rujia was stunned when she saw Wei Hanjie coming out of the kitchen as she left her room. She remembered that today was the first day he had come to eat.
Yu Rujia: "Good morning, Wei Zhiqing."
Wei Hanjie: "Good morning, Yu Zhiqing. Thank you for troubling your family today."
Yu Rujia: "With the dozens of kilograms of mutton you sent, you'll be fawned over at any restaurant you go to, and no one will find it troublesome."
Wei Hanjie: "But not many people have the same skills as Officer Gao. Only by sending the meat here can they make the most of it."
At breakfast, despite having already guessed, Wei Han was still amazed by the generous layer of pork offal and sweet potato starch.
The translucent sweet potato vermicelli is soaked in a rich pork offal and bone broth, paired with bright green lettuce and a strong meaty aroma, making it irresistible to anyone who looks at it.
Wei Han couldn't wait to take a bite, and only eight words remained in his mind: "Delicious soup, exquisite dish."
He was wrong. He shouldn't have compared Gao Shujing's skills to those of the head chef at the town's state-run restaurant. Gao Shujing's skills would absolutely crush the head chef of the town's state-run restaurant.
Even among the head chefs of state-run restaurants in the capital, few could compare to Gao Shujing.
He made an unparalleled delicacy with the simplest and cheapest ingredients. He'd wasted his life before this meal was the real culinary delight.
Wei Han was eating noisily when, without noticing, a few drops of juice spilled onto the table. Duo Fu frowned but didn't say anything.
Dorje, that little brat, didn't have so many considerations; his tender little voice was full of disdain.
Dorjee: "Uncle Wei, you've made the table dirty."
Wei Hanjie, who was happily enjoying his meal, heard this and subconsciously looked at the table next to his bowl. A few drops of soup stood out brightly on the clean table.
Looking up and glancing around, I saw that everyone was eating properly, even the rim of Du Le's bowl was clean.
Wei Han said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, it's just that Officer Gao's cooking is too good, I couldn't resist."
"If we could open a shop like before, Officer Gao could make delicious food that costs less than ten dollars with food that costs less than a penny. He would definitely make a fortune."
"If my sheep can eat this delicious food for three days, it's definitely making a fortune."
Don't be fooled by the large amount of offal in a bowl of noodles; it's actually only about two or three ounces at most. Add in the vermicelli, cheap bones, and some seasonings, and the cost is indeed less than a penny.
But Gao Shujing's craftsmanship is absolutely priceless.
Gao Shujing laughed and said, "I only cook for my family and friends. Even if I could open a shop, I wouldn't do it."
Wei Han nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world, saying, "That's true. It would be a waste for Officer Gao to be a technician and cook."
Duolu chuckled and said, "My aunt is the best cook in our family, followed by my uncle. I'm the third best cook. Sooner or later I'll surpass my uncle and catch up with my aunt."
Wei Hanjie brought a sheep in exchange for three days' worth of food. Duolu calculated that they could make a profit from this deal. He found Wei Hanjie quite agreeable, and his 'old habit' did not flare up. He even had the mood to introduce his family's cooking skills to him.