"puff!"
After seven or eight people held down the big fat pig raised by the production team, they saw the butcher sent by the meat processing plant take out the butcher knife. Chen Jiao hurriedly covered the eyes of the little girl and the eldest son with one hand each.
But she didn't expect that the moment she covered the two children's eyes, her eyes were also covered by a big hand.
The familiar scent of soapberry on the man spread under my nose.
Chen Jiao was speechless...
In the end times, she had seen people being killed, not just pigs. She had even used her supernatural powers to kill people in order to save her own life.
Does this man need to cover her eyes?
She was complaining in her heart when the man's hot breath approached her ear and said in a low, hoarse, magnetic voice: "Wife, don't look, don't be afraid."
Chen Jiao was bewitched by the voice.
Forget it, the man didn’t know that she came from the end of the world, and he covered her eyes because he was afraid that she would be scared. She forgave him!
Chen Jiao was still immersed in the secret and ambiguous interaction between her and the man when she heard the pig's originally hoarse screaming subside.
When the man's hands that were covering her eyes loosened, she also loosened the eyes of the two children.
She and the child only saw the last bit of blood flowing out of the blood hole on the pig's neck into the basin, where it coagulated into blood sausage.
The freshly slaughtered pork was chopped in half and then divided into two halves.
Countless delicious dishes made with pork flashed through Chen Jiao's mind, including braised pork knuckles, Dongpo pork elbow, Dongpo pork, steamed pork intestines, nine-turn large intestines, bitter intestine soup, roasted kidneys, stir-fried kidney flowers, as well as sausages and bacon.
It’s a pity that she can only look at the meat.
Whether the production team distributed grain or pork, it was all linked to work points.
In their family, only Wu Guilan had earned work points for half a year. According to the work points, their family could only get half a pound of meat.
In this day and age, there is a shortage of oil and water. Everyone likes fat and fatty meat, while lean meat and bones are disliked.
Chen Jiao has no shortage of meat to eat, and no one in the family likes to eat fatty meat.
So the family didn't fight for it, they just joined in the fun.
Finally, Lu Liming, as the team leader, wanted to take care of their family and gave them half a pound of fat meat, but she actively refused and only asked for half a pound of pure lean meat.
That night, Chen Jiao used the half pound of lean meat to make a meat soup.
There are no tomatoes in this season, so the meat soup is added with pickled mustard greens made by Wu Guilan herself. The unique salty and fragrant taste of the pickled mustard greens blends into the meat soup, which is also very delicious.
In a blink of an eye, it was New Year's Eve.
Lu Zhengxu got up early in the morning, made rice porridge and pasted the couplet written by Mr. Xu.
The bright red color is very festive, and this five-year-old courtyard seems to have taken on new life.
On New Year’s Eve, according to the custom in Dajiang Village, people do not eat dumplings.
But the old lady and Mr. Xu are both from North City, and her current identity is also from North City.
Northerners eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year.
So Chen Jiao got up early in the morning, prepared two flavors of dumpling fillings, leek and egg, and cabbage and pork, and then kneaded the dough and rolled it out.
After wrapping the dumplings, I fried the crispy pork, stewed chicken soup, steamed fish, and made eight-treasure duck, braised beef, and roasted lamb.
In this era, people value eating meat, so it is best not to have vegetarian dishes at the New Year’s Eve dinner.
Many families really have no meat to eat, so when they cook radish soup, they will use white radish as fat and red radish as lean meat.
Chen Jiao made three portions of steamed fish and eight-treasure duck, and divided the others into two portions. They were all packed up, and two portions of dumplings were also packed, one of which was sent to the old lady and Mr. Xu.
As for the other one, she put it in the kitchen and didn't deal with it for the time being.
Lu Zhengxu was riding a bicycle in front, and she was carefully guarding a pile of food behind him.
As soon as the bicycle entered the old lady's yard, it smelled a sweet fragrance with a hint of kumquat.
This was a baptism for her sense of smell, which had been assaulted by the feast of fish and meat today.
She couldn't help but sniff hard.
As soon as the bicycle stopped, she jumped off the back seat and asked, "Master, what delicious food are you making?"
As she asked, she placed the food she brought on the table one by one.
The old lady glanced at it and said disdainfully: "It's either a whole chicken or a whole duck. If you know it, you're making the New Year's Eve dinner. If you don't know it, you might think it's for your ancestor!"
Chen Jiao: ...
It's true that no matter when I come, the old lady's mouth is always so vicious.
She looked at Mr. Xu for help.
Old Xu immediately tried to smooth things over, "Old woman, please stop talking about the girl. Isn't it auspicious to eat these for the New Year's Eve dinner?"
"Not only do you have to eat all of it, you also have to leave some for later use, which represents having surplus every year. Only when there is surplus is it auspicious!"
The old lady glared at Mr. Xu but didn't say anything else.
Just walk outside to the stove.
Only then did Chen Jiao realize that the fire in the old lady's stove was burning very small, and there was almost no visible flame.
It's obvious that he's just warming the food in the pot.
When the lid of the pot was opened, Chen Jiao smelled more scents besides the kumquat scent, including the scent of osmanthus, the scent of lotus and the scent of lotus.
Chen Jiao leaned over and saw that in the pot, there were small kumquats, delicately shaped osmanthus cakes, and lotus cakes.
The old lady expressionlessly packed the three kinds of snacks into a box and stuffed them into Shen Jiao's arms, "Take it, I don't owe you a favor!"
Chen Jiao smiled and said, "Yes, yes, you don't owe me a favor. The dumplings in the lunch box are still raw, I'll cook them for you two elders."
The old lady pushed her out and said, "What are you cooking for? I may be old, but I am not useless. I am not so useless that I can't even cook a dumpling. Go away and have your New Year's Eve dinner."
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