For the sake of Zhou Dashu and Li Ermei's lives, Fang Yan dared not conduct a large-scale search in the village to see if there were any unusual phenomena during the period when Xue Wanxue died.
Just then, in some village, a cow got into a fight with a wild boar, lost, and was only able to exhale, not inhale.
When Fang Yan went to the market again to buy pig head meat and pig intestines, the pork stall owner excitedly told her, "If you want beef, come back at two o'clock this afternoon."
They're processing it right now, so the beef won't be delivered anytime soon.
"Yes, I want three catties of beef brisket, thirty catties of beef shank, five catties of beef ribs, and also beef tripe and honeycomb tripe..."
Fang Yan listed quite a few items at once. If she weren't afraid of others being envious, she really wanted to buy the whole cow in one go.
Anyway, there's enough space in the kitchen, and it can also keep food fresh.
More importantly, it's really too difficult to get a bite of beef these days.
It all depends on the right time, place, and people to be able to eat a bite of beef.
I don't know when I'll be able to eat beef again.
In another month or two, winter will be here.
In the damp and cold winter of the South, how can you not have a steaming hot pot of fatty beef?
But, in order not to stand out too much and arouse jealousy.
Fang Yan held back and didn't dare to order too much beef.
However, she wanted to give braised beef and beef jerky to Captain Liu and the young officers at the police station.
As for Zhang Jizhou, although the journey is long, she didn't plan to send him any braised beef.
He has so many comrades-in-arms, and they are all big men with huge appetites.
Although she couldn't be so extravagant as to send him a truckload of beef and let them eat their fill.
But surely we can't only send one or two kilograms?
In that case, it's estimated that no one will get a piece.
After calculating all these factors, even though Fang Yan tried her best to restrain herself, she still ended up ordering nearly 130 pieces of beef.
This startled the pork stall owner, who thought she was going to set up a stall to sell beef.
"Little Fang, do you really want this much?"
Fang Yan then counted on her fingers and told him why she had so many reasons.
At the same time, she secretly told him, "Boss, I've used all my savings to buy beef. Don't tell others that I have no choice but to buy so much. People who don't know better will think I'm extravagant."
The pork stall owner was a man in his forties. At that age, and having seen all sorts of people in the market every day, what couldn't he understand?
He immediately lowered his voice and said to Fang Yan, "I understand, I know everything. You bought so much beef, I'll deliver it to your home. You live in Gouzi Village, right?"
"Yes, yes, thank you so much!"
Fang Yan was so happy and moved that she burst into tears.
There are indeed more good people than bad people in the world.
"Don't mention it."
The pork stall owner said nonchalantly.
After all, Fang Yan patronized his business every day.
Also, he actually made quite a bit of money from those 100-plus kilograms of beef today.
So the boss is quite happy to help with home delivery.
When the butcher delivered the beef, Aunt De was taken aback by her extravagant spending. "Third son's wife, what are you trying to do?"
“I troubled them quite a bit with my Mid-Autumn Festival matter. Ji Zhou suggested that I cook some food for them and send it over. I thought that just sending a pound or two of pork would be too inadequate in terms of sentiment.”
Since we had some beef today, I thought I'd make some beef jerky and send it to them.
Ji Zhou also asked me to send him some beef. He'd been waiting for days, and finally, there was beef available to buy. I counted on my fingers, and it seemed like I'd need about this much beef to have enough.
"These three pounds of beef can only make about one pound of beef jerky."
As she spoke, Fang Yan counted on her fingers again for Aunt De, how many kilograms each person needed to deliver, "There are so many people, it's really not to be underestimated."
As Aunt De listened to her talk about it one by one, she finally sighed and said, "Only you are so generous. Other people, even if they send raw meat, will only send one or two pounds at most. Who sends three or five pounds of dried meat?"
What's more, you were planning to send them braised pork and beef, as well as pork jerky.
“Aunt De, this is a life-saving grace. No amount of money can express my gratitude.”
Fang Yan was truly grateful to Captain Liu, Grandpa Wei, and Wei Jiahong.
Without them, she couldn't imagine whether she would still be alive at this moment.
Or is it living a life worse than death?
Although these pork and beef did cost her a large portion of her savings.
However, she felt no pity at all.
Aunt De also knew that Fang Yan was generous. Not to mention that she had saved someone's life, which of the villagers who got along with her hadn't eaten the braised food she gave them?
Many people are still reluctant to buy meat these days, but Fang Yan didn't even blink an eye and gave away a whole bowl of it.
Especially for her own family, Fang Yan would send over plates of chicken, duck, fish, and pork every few days.
Thinking about all this, Aunt De stopped talking and, while rolling up her sleeves, asked, "What do we need to do now? Should we wash first?"
Fang Yan knew that Aunt De was a hardworking old lady, and she would definitely be unhappy if she didn't let her help, so she arranged the easiest job for her—washing beef.
After washing the beef, it needs to be dried and then marinated with a pre-mixed blend of thirteen-spice powder, star anise, fennel, cinnamon, and other seasonings.
Fang Yan planned to marinate it for six hours before starting to bake it.
Such a large project cannot be completed in just one or two hours.
So, she first roasted the twenty or thirty jin (about 10-15 kg) that she had prepared to give to Captain Liu, the young comrade at the police station, Grandpa Wei, and Wei Jiahong.
As for the beef jerky for Zhang Jizhou, she'll bake it slowly when she has some free time.
Six hours later, she first washed off the seasonings, drained them, and cut them into pieces about one finger long and five or six centimeters thick.
Fortunately, in her previous life, as a food blogger, she was a cooking enthusiast and loved collecting high-tech kitchen gadgets.
She also needs to have something like a meat slicer in her kitchen.
This greatly saved Fang Yan's hands; otherwise, even the sharpest knife would have been nearly ruined after cutting dozens of kilograms of beef.
With all the ovens and grills turned on at the same time, the beef jerky we needed to make over the next two days was quickly baked.
Fang Yan took one to taste, "Not bad, it didn't underperform."
The dryness is controlled to be six or seven parts dry, which is just right. It won't be so dry that it's like a tree branch that you can't chew it, nor will it be so wet that it's like eating braised meat.
Most importantly, the seasoning this time was just right, not too salty or too bland.
Although she has always preferred dried beef, the beef jerky today tasted especially good.
Fang Yan couldn't resist showing off two of them.
She was confident that Captain Liu and the others would definitely like this batch of beef jerky.
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