Chapter 339 Sausage

"Have you sold your pig intestines? No?"

Lu Miao asked uncertainly.

When I was keeping accounts before, I didn’t seem to remember writing about pig intestines.

"No, it's still soaking in the bucket. What's wrong?"

Lu Miao shook his head, swallowed the noodle soup in his mouth, and muttered coquettishly:

"Didn't you just dry the bacon? If I had some ready-made pig intestines, I'd like to see if I could make sausages."

"Sausage?"

Fu Jingyou knows about bacon.

This was the first time he heard of sausage.

Although he was skeptical, since Lu Miao wanted to try, Fu Jingyou would certainly not be unwilling.

Without waiting for Lu Miao's reply, Fu Jingyou nodded directly:

"Okay. The large and small intestines are all here. Uncle cleaned them up before. They have a strong smell, so I'll go clean them up later."

Then he asked:

"Is it like making bacon? Rub it with salt and hang it up to cool?"

Lu Miao chuckled and shook his head:

“That’s completely different.”

Fu Jingyou became curious, "What is that?"

"After dinner, clean up the stove and the pig intestines... I'm not sure if it will work yet, so don't make too much. Just try a few pounds first."

Lu Miao stuck out his tongue anxiously, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"As for the rest, you can take a look at it later when we do it."

She really didn't mean to keep it a secret.

It was actually her first time.

I don’t know if it can be poured, so I dare not say more.

After dinner, Fu Jingyou cleaned up the stove. Erbao yawned and wanted to sleep, so he moved the rocking cradle from the room over.

I put the second baby in the rocking crib, covered her up, and listened to Lu Miao. I made half a bottle of milk for her to drink by herself while she was holding the baby.

Sure enough, the second baby fell asleep after just a few sips of the bottle.

There was still a little milk left in the bottle. Fu Jingyou pinched Dabao's little face and directly pushed the pacifier towards him.

Dabao is like an active fish in a pond. Before the pacifier gets close to him, his little mouth pouts to suck.

"You little bastard, look how greedy you are. I'll make you some more after you finish your drink."

Dabao didn't understand what his father said. He stomped his feet happily on the cage chair, and his chubby little hands held the bottle and moved his mouth rapidly.

When Fu Jingyou saw this, he was both amused and angry.

After Dabao finished drinking, he took the bottle and asked Dabao:

"Want some more to drink, huh?"

“Ah, ah!”

Dabao looked at his father with his dark eyes.

Fu Jingyou handed the empty bottle forward, and Dabao immediately reached out to take it.

Fu Jingyou knew that this tough boy hadn't drunk enough.

There was still some milk powder at home, so Fu Jingyou didn't hide it and filled a bottle for Dabao.

Lu Miao was chopping stuffing at the table, and when he looked up, he felt frightened:

"How to rush that much?"

Fu Jingyou pinched Dabao's chubby little face and said truthfully:

"Milk nourishes people. Drink more and you'll be healthy."

Many people in the team said that Dabao and Erbao were well taken care of, and Fu Jingyou felt very happy to hear that.

Because they were indeed well raised. He had seen other people's children in the past, and they were all dark and thin, and did not look as healthy as the first and second children.

Lu Miao loves to study, and the complementary foods she makes account for most of the credit. Fu Jingyou thinks the other small part is closely related to milk.

"What am I talking about?"

Lu Miao was helpless and shook his head gently:

"Hey... Anyway, you should think about it later and do it more often."

Fu Jingyou nodded.

But Dabao was a straightforward person. After he finished drinking the milk, Fu Jingyou turned around, and in less than half an hour, Dabao gave him a lesson on the spot.

One pee wet three pairs of pants.

The small jacket tucked into the waistband of the pants was not spared either.

Fu Jingyou was so angry that when he took Dabao to the front room to change clothes, he pinched Dabao's buttocks and spanked him several times.

Dabao thought his father was playing a joke on him, so while Fu Jingyou was getting his clothes, he climbed up with his bare buttocks and tried to pull off his father's clothes.

Fortunately, he did not fall off the bed. Fu Jingyou was frightened and grabbed Dabao and hit him on the butt.

This time I didn't control the strength and hurt Dabao.

"Beat, Daddy beats..."

Dabao's mouth pursed, and he covered his head and started crying in grievance.

"I spanked you, why are you touching my head, you silly boy?"

Fu Jingyou picked up Dabao and put two pairs of clean pants on him with ease, not forgetting to put on his little socks and tuck the corners of his pants into them.

He hugged Dabao and patted him. Dabao immediately hugged his father's neck and put his soft little face close to it.

Both of my children have good personalities.

The eldest child is easier to coax than the second child. If there is anything, just hold him, rock him, and give him a kiss and everything will be fine.

The second baby usually doesn’t make a fuss, but once he starts crying, it takes time to stop.

I don’t wash children’s clothes often in winter because I’m afraid they won’t be warm enough if I wash them too much.

Putting Dabao back into the cage chair, Fu Jingyou placed a chair next to the stove and hung Dabao's wet clothes and pants on it to dry.

The kitchen was not small to begin with, but now with the rocking cradle, cage chair, stove, chairs and other things, the space suddenly felt crowded.

Fu Jingyou stood at the door with his hands on his hips, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed to move.

Lu Miao laughed when he saw it, but didn't say anything else.

After this experience, Fu Jingyou will know to control the amount of milk next time.

Especially in winter.

Most of the reserved meat was made into bacon.

There were three long strips of pork, each as wide as a palm, in the basin, weighing about twenty pounds, both fat and lean.

Lu Miao picked and chose and cut down about five pounds of meat, and prepared a filling of six lean and four fat, and another filling of eight lean and two fat.

She was busy mixing the stuffing.

After Fu Jingyou processed the pig intestines, she took a look and chose the small pig intestines.

Without the enema devices of later generations, it was really difficult to stuff sausages.

After being busy for a long time, Lu Miao's wrists were covered with meat stuffing. He was sweating in anxiety, and the pig intestine in his hand was still deflated.

It looked like nothing was poured in.

Time consumed his patience, and Lu Miao pouted and puffed out his cheeks, looking a little unhappy.

Fu Jingyou understood her intention and went to the backyard to saw some bamboo, washed it, and brought it in:

"Will this work?"

Lu Miao's eyes lit up, "Of course it will work!"

I was just thinking about the enema, and I didn’t think about Zhuzi at all.

With tools, efficiency is doubled.

Lu Miao picked it up and took a look. Seeing that it was almost half a meter full, he asked Fu Jingyou to tie it up in the middle with a hemp rope.

She was busy for a long time, and Fu Jingyou understood what was going on, so he asked her to wipe the meat stuffing off her hands and go wash her hands and rest.

He'll take care of the rest.

Lu Miao nodded, as he was also a little thirsty.

She sat there and drank a few sips of water. She looked at the baby in the cradle, carefully making sure the quilt did not cover the baby's face, then turned around and sat down next to the stove.

Lu Miao drank water and said:

"Making sausages is basically like this. After stuffing, tie them up in sections. Then use a thin skewer to poke some holes to let out air. Then, just hang them out to dry like bacon."

Fu Jingyou nodded slightly:

"Doesn't this need salt?"

"No, I added salt. I'll try it this time. If it tastes good, I'll make more when I kill the pig at the end of the year."

Add more salt at that time and it can be kept longer.

"good."