Put cold oil into the pan, and soon smoke will come out from the edge of the pan. Throw the fat pieces in first, and the frying oil will sizzle. At this time, the aroma of meat will begin to waft, and the fat will turn into browned oily meat.

Fry the chili peppers cut into thin strips in hot oil until fragrant.

This kind of fresh native pork, which has only eaten rice bran and has never eaten hormones and fertilizers, does not need to be marinated with any seasonings before frying. If the meat is marinated, it will lose its original meat flavor and become strange.

As soon as the meat is put into the pan, use a large round spoon to stir-fry it to prevent the meat from becoming a lump.

The real meat aroma is stronger and wafts farther.

"Why is this pork so delicious when it's fried?"

The aunt who was helping at the side couldn't help but praise.

Even the big man who was washing pig intestines and offal turned around and said with a smile: "Oh, the pork fried by Yanmei is really delicious."

It smells really good, that pure meaty aroma.

"Yes, today's meal is a real treat."

“This meat smells so good.”

Everyone swallowed subconsciously.

A few children who didn't have mobile phones to play games were walking around the stove with eyes wide open, just like Da Huang.

After the pepper fried pork is out of the pan, the next step is to stir-fry the pig ears and pig head.

The aunt on the side looked at these little guys, took a mouthful of meat from each of them with chopsticks, and scolded them with a smile: "You little greedy ghosts, have you never eaten delicious food?"

The children didn't mind at all. They just put the piece of meat in their mouths and ate it happily. Then they all ran off to watch the game.

There was only rhubarb but no meat by the stove.

It watched the aunt give each person a piece of meat, wagging its tail happily and staring at them with its eyes wide open. Several times it couldn't help wanting to get up and get closer, but it sat down again and stayed there obediently.

As a result, there was no meat, no meat was given to it!

Oh~ Bad guy~ Dahuang whimpered unhappily, but no one paid any attention. He whimpered twice, then barked "woof woof woof" at the bad guy unhappily.

The aunt glanced at it, waved her hand, and stamped her foot! "Go away, go away, there is no place for such good meat for a dog like you."

Dahuang was driven away. He scratched his head several times with his claws to hide his embarrassment, and then sat on the edge of the yard looking at the vegetable field in front.

It wants to eat the vegetables! It looks back and glances at its master, saying it can’t eat them! But it doesn’t even have meat, so can’t it eat vegetables?

It stood up and was about to jump.

"rhubarb!"

When it turned around, it saw its little master holding a big chicken leg and placing it in front of it.

"Eat it."

We killed a chicken and a duck at home today, made soup with the chicken and beer duck with the duck.

Her mother stewed two chicken legs in water because the two little ones liked to eat chicken legs.

Xu Qingzhi came out carrying a chicken leg.

Big Yellow's tail instantly turned into a propeller as he ate the meat happily.

Xu Qingzhi reached out and touched its head, "Eat quickly, don't let those two little guys find out."

The two little ones went to play somewhere else. If they were there, Xu Qingzhi would have no chance of taking the chicken legs out of the pot.

Xu Qingzhi could tell that there was no malice in these words. It was just that dogs in the countryside always ate leftovers, so giving good food to dogs was a waste of food.

A few decades ago, those who worked in the fields could hardly get a single serving of meat. Chickens were kept at home to lay eggs, and chicken legs were the best food, meant for the most favored person in the family, not for the dog.

Xu Qingzhi smiled and said, "We're killing a pig today, let's have a good meal and let the little one have something good too."

When the aunt heard this, she just said, "This dog is enjoying a good life."

Dahuang barked at her unhappily, saying, "You bad guy, you didn't give it meat."

Then Xu Qingzhi hit him on the head.

"Da Huang, don't be mean to others. Be a polite dog."

Dahuang lowered his head obediently and continued to gnaw on the meat. The chicken bones made a crunching sound, and the corners of his mouth curled up as he chewed so deliciously.

After Wang Yanmei finished frying the pig ears and pig heads, she went into the house to fry the vegetables, and then another aunt took over to fry Meicheng's stir-fried pig-killing dishes.

First, stir-fry the pork belly to release the fat, then add the ginger, garlic and chopped wine pot chili, and then add the pig intestines, pig kidneys and pig liver.

When serving, add garlic leaves, which will instantly become overbearing in aroma.

The pig-killing dishes in Meicheng are not like those in the north, where they are all stewed in one pot. They are all stir-fried and fragrant, and are very delicious with rice.

Several stoves are operating at the same time.

There is also pork belly with dried beans, but the method is a little different from Wang Yanmei’s. This time the pork belly is fried in oil until the skin becomes wrinkled and tender, which makes it taste more fragrant.

Pig blood is made into pig blood soup. The method is simple. Just sauté the chili pepper, minced garlic and other ingredients, pour in boiling water, add seasoning, put the pig blood in, and finally sprinkle a few chopped green onions.

There is still a lot of fresh pig blood, which Wang Yanmei and a few aunts are going to make pig blood meatballs with in the afternoon.

A delicious pig-killing meal began. Everyone squeezed together to eat, and there were two tables of people sitting.

The children would not sit at the table. Their parents would put some dishes in their bowls and tell them to eat aside.

Children didn't like to sit at the table, so some of them stood in the yard with their bowls in their hands and ate. For some unknown reason, they suddenly ran away while eating.

One was chasing another, and one child ran so fast that he fell out with the bowl, crying loudly.

The adults who were eating heard it, turned around to look, and called the child's parents to say that their child had fallen.

The parents here could still leisurely eat a piece of meat and a bite of rice before they slowly went out, picked up the child from the ground, first patted the rice off the collar, and then, using the action of patting the dust off the butt, they beat the child two or three times.

"You can't even eat honestly. If you don't want to eat, don't eat."

The child was crying so hard that he looked very sad.

Some of the parents who were eating continued to eat, while others turned around with their bowls in hand to help comfort their children: "Don't cry, baby boy. Come here, there is a chicken wing for you to eat. Don't cry."

The child cried for a long time and was tired.

With snot running down his nose, he licked his lips, wiped his nose with his hand, and followed the adults obediently, waiting for his mother to serve him more food and vegetables.

After that, the adult said to Wang Yanmei embarrassedly: "I broke a bowl in your house."

Wang Yanmei waved her hand: "What's the big deal? They're just kids."

Villagers seldom use the word "naughty kid" to describe children. They only know that it is children's nature to love playing, and as long as the mistake is not serious, they will always let it go with a simple "it's just a kid".

The third child, who had just been crying sadly, now sat obediently on a small stool, chewing the chicken wings with relish.