Mother Yang was originally called out because Yang Bin was worried that Song Ruan would be cheated by her second aunt. Now it seems that they don't need to worry about it at all.

Seeing the two girls whispering to each other in a very mysterious manner, Mother Yang couldn't help laughing.

She found that after Song Ruan came to her house, not only her son's spirit and spirit changed, but her daughter also became much more lively and cheerful.

Not to mention her, when she was seriously ill, she started to get better after drinking the chicken soup she cooked.

The more Yang's mother looked at Song Ruan, the more she liked her. She walked over with a smile and said, "It's late. You two little girls should go to bed early. We can talk tomorrow if we have anything to say."

After saying that, she rolled up her sleeves and walked towards the kitchen, ready to help Yang Bin in the kitchen deal with the half wild boar.

Although the weather is still cool now, the meat will not be as fresh if it is processed tomorrow morning.

People these days rarely see meat throughout the year. Basically, they only get some meat during the Chinese New Year when the village slaughters pigs. So even if she doesn't sleep tonight, she has to prepare half of the wild boar.

Song Ruan and Yang Mo'er did not go back to sleep, but followed him. Song Ruan thought for a moment and said, "Aunt Yang, you go to bed first. Mo'er, Yang Bin and I will take care of the wild boar meat. You have just recovered from your illness, so don't stay up late."

"Besides, my eldest brother is getting married the day after tomorrow, and I need Aunt Yang to help with everything."

Mother Yang smiled and waved her hands: "Oh, it's not tiring to help with a wedding. If I don't help tonight, how long will it take you to handle this one or two hundred kilograms of pork?"

Dealing with wild boars is hard work, and Yang's mother, who is in poor health, should not be worried about it. Song Ruan touched Yang Mo'er next to her with her arm and asked her to persuade him as well.

Yang Moer immediately reacted and hummed, "Sister Song Ruan is right, we young people can do these jobs."

After saying this, she remembered her mother lying on the sickbed before, and quickly pulled her mother out of the kitchen.

"Mom, you really shouldn't stay up late to do these things. Keeping yourself healthy is the most important thing. You still have to take care of your brother and sister-in-law's children in the future."

Song Ruan: “…”

She didn't expect Mo'er to persuade her like this...

Yang Bin, who was cleaning the pork, also raised his head and agreed: "Mo'er is right, mother, you should go back to your room. If it weren't for my poor cooking skills, I could do it by myself. I really don't need any more help."

Yang's mother was immediately convinced and smiled: "Okay, okay, mom needs to take care of herself and take care of the grandchildren in the future."

"..."

After Yang's mother left, Song Ruan and Yang Moer began to help.

Yang Moer tilted her head and asked her brother and Song Ruan, "How should we cook this much pork? If it goes bad before we can finish it, it would be such a waste. I would be so heartbroken."

Yang Moer never thought that one day she would be troubled by having too much meat at home.

Song Ruan thought for a while and expressed his opinion, "How about we make it into jar meat? I know how to make it, and it can be stored for a year without going bad."

Yang Moer's eyes lit up: "This is good, and the name of jar meat sounds delicious."

Yang Moer made no secret of her trust in Song Ruan.

Song Ruan smiled and looked up at Yang Bin, wanting to know his opinion. But she didn't expect that he had already got his tools ready and was waiting for her order.

Song Ruan's smile immediately deepened into her eyes.

"Then use the fat and lean parts to make jar meat, the bones to make soup, the ribs and pig's feet to braise, and the rest to make braised pork offal."

"good."

After Song Ruan finished speaking, they divided the work and cooperated tacitly. Yang Bin was responsible for heavy work such as cutting meat, chopping bones and moving things, Yang Moer was responsible for lighting the fire and helping out, and Song Ruan was responsible for cooking and controlling the process.

The stove in the countryside can burn two fires at the same time. One is a large iron pot for cooking, which is used to cook jar meat.

The other fire is used to heat two pots at the same time. The big pot in the front is used to make bone soup, and the small pot in the back is used to make braised pork offal. The braised pork can only be made after the pot in the back is emptied.

It is rather troublesome to make meat in a jar.

Yang Bin first listened to Song Ruan's description, cut the meat into palm-sized chunks, then spread the seasoning on it and let it marinate, then cut the fat into chunks and put it in a large iron pot to refine the oil.

When the oil is almost refined, wash the marinated large pieces of meat, and after the oil residue is scooped out, put them in for frying.

While frying the large piece of meat, Song Ruan freed his hands to pick up the earthen jar.

She was called out when she was pickling spicy cabbage in the space, so she only used one earthen jar, and there were three empty jars that were not used. Now they came in handy.

Yang Bin also has two empty earthen jars at home, which, when added together, can hold more than 100 kilograms of meat.

Song Ruan first burned the inside of the earthen jars, and then put a handful of peppercorns in the jars.

After the moisture of the large pieces of meat was fried out and turned golden yellow, she added a spoonful of liquor. After a while, she could start putting the fried large pieces of meat into jars.

"It smells so good!" Yang Moer exclaimed.

She smelled the fragrance when the meat was being fried just now, and after the soju was added, the aroma immediately became stronger.

Now, seeing the golden pieces of meat being put into the jars one by one in front of her, she felt like her saliva was about to flow out.

Song Ruan looked at her cute appearance, her almond eyes curved, "Then try a piece and see if it's cooked."

Song Ruan found a small piece of meat, picked it out, put it in the bowl, and handed it to her.

Yang Moer's eyes widened, very surprised, "Really? Can I eat now?"

Song Ruan nodded: "Of course, food is made for people to eat. But it's late at night now, don't eat too much, it's easy to feel uncomfortable in your stomach."

Yang Moer nodded hurriedly: "Well, I'll just eat one."

As he said this, he didn't even use chopsticks, but just picked it up with his fingertips and put it in his mouth.

"Be careful of the heat." Song Ruan reminded.

"Hmm." It was a little hot, but Yang Moer was reluctant to spit it out. She just took a few breaths of cool air and started chewing.

"I want to eat too." A magnetic voice sounded.

Song Ruan looked sideways at someone in surprise. Seeing her surprised expression, Yang Bin smiled and repeated, "I want to eat too."

"Okay, okay, eat, eat." Song Ruan picked out another smaller piece of meat, put it in the bowl, and handed it to him.

Yang Bin didn't answer, but moved closer to her and whispered, "Feed me."

“???”

"hurry up."

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