Wang Xiaosong meant well, asking Jiang Sheng to find paper to write down the recipe, fearing she wouldn't remember it after hearing it explained once.
But she had no paper with her, and she couldn't possibly write down hundreds of words fluently.
“Brother Wang, I really didn’t bring any paper and I can’t memorize it. Why don’t you come back to the county with me? I have an older brother who can write,” Jiang Sheng said cautiously.
Wen Zhiyun, who was standing to the side, remembered that she had paper and pen in her medicine box, which were used to write prescriptions.
But as soon as he raised his hand, Jiang Sheng pressed it down.
Wen Xiaosi blinked, as if she understood something.
"You guys..." Wang Xiaosong hesitated when faced with Jiang Sheng's suggestion.
Having just lost their mother and feeling the indifference of their tribe, they were prepared to become homeless.
Thinking about it this way, going to the county to memorize a recipe doesn't seem like such a big deal.
"Alright then." He grabbed Wang Xiaozhu's hand. "I have to bring my sister with me."
Wang Xiaozhu timidly approached her brother, as if grasping at the only piece of duckweed.
Evening glow.
Those who went out in the middle of the day finally returned home before dark.
Xu Mo and Fang Heng waited anxiously, almost thinking that their younger siblings had been killed in one fell swoop.
Only when I finally saw Jiang Sheng's little skirt did I feel relieved.
After Jiang Sheng, Wen Zhiyun, Chang Yan, and Zheng Ruqian jumped down one by one, two more people jumped out.
There were four when we left, but six when we came back.
"Big brother, third brother, these are the Wang siblings who know how to make sausages," Jiang Sheng introduced loudly. "Whether the workshops in the prefectural city can reopen in the future depends on them."
Wang Xiaosong was taken aback. They were clearly just homeless orphans, so how did they become people who bore the honor and disgrace of the workshop in the little girl's mouth?
Regardless, this introduction made him instinctively straighten his body.
Xu Mo nodded politely and greeted the Wang siblings.
Turning around, Zheng Ruqian had already prepared paper and pen. Wang Xiaosong dictated, and Xu Mo recorded it. Soon, the complete presentation was ready.
Wang Xiaosong's mission was finally complete. He straightened his cramped clothes, took his sister's hand, and was about to turn and leave.
Jiang Sheng stopped him again, "Brother Wang, have you ever tasted this sausage?"
Wang Xiaosong was immediately lost in memories, "I had tasted it a few times, but after my father passed away, my family couldn't afford meat anymore, and we never saw sausages or cured meat again."
When I occasionally think back to Chinese sausage, all I remember is its firm texture and the splattering oil.
But Jiang Sheng cheered softly as if she had discovered a treasure, "That's great! Although we have the recipe, it will take some time to make. After Aunt Zhang finishes making it, we'll have to trouble Brother Wang to taste it and see if it matches the taste in my memory."
"If it matches, we'll sell it; if it doesn't, we'll have to adjust it."
The little girl had her eyes open; she was clearly even more immature than Xiaozhu, yet she was eloquent, thoughtful, and knew how to subtly persuade people to stay.
She's so smart.
Wang Xiaosong was torn between his inner thoughts and his own.
He couldn't really remember the taste of the sausage anymore, but Xiao Jiangsheng's attitude of keeping him there was so obvious, and she even carefully protected his self-esteem and face.
It makes it difficult to make a decision for a short time.
Not keeping her would preserve all dignity, but it might mean suffering with her younger sister.
Staying behind, deceiving myself against my conscience, will at least prevent my sister from becoming homeless.
Wang Xiaosong had never lied until he was fifteen, but at this moment, after glancing at his bewildered sister, he gritted his teeth and nodded, "Okay."
If going against one's conscience is a sin, then let God punish me and not hurt my innocent sister.
Wang Xiaosong thought to himself.
In the following days, Jiang Sheng, along with Aunt Zhang and the Wang siblings, began to try making sausages in the courtyard.
Cured pork, sausage, cured meat.
As the name suggests, it is air-dried meat. Therefore, the production methods of cured meat and sausage are essentially similar: marinate the meat to the appropriate degree, dry it in the sun and preserve it, and it has a unique flavor.
Because Chinese sausage uses pig small intestines, the meat undergoes a second fermentation inside the intestines, giving it a more unique flavor than cured pork.
Aunt Zhang is skilled with her hands. In just three to five days, she made the first batch of sausages and put them under the eaves to dry.
The weather in April is sunny and cloudless. After five or six days of sun exposure, the skin of the sausages will wrinkle.
Zhang Xianglian cut off two pieces, steamed them in a large pot like cured meat, then sliced them and placed them in front of Jiang Sheng.
The whole family knows that Xiao Jiang Sheng has a sweet tooth.
When she first started making cured meat, she loved to chew on each slice, even though she needed to drink three large ladles of water to quench her thirst afterward.
The sausages were freshly made, and the little girl couldn't wait to pick one up and put it in her mouth.
Then, her eyes widened.
"Is it not tasty?" Aunt Zhang wondered anxiously.
Wang Xiaosong clenched his fists, fearing that even his only remaining use would be gone.
After a while, Jiang Sheng finally swallowed the sausage and nodded like a chick pecking at rice, "Delicious, so delicious, you should all try it."
Everyone started eating.
The best sausages need a good balance of lean and fat. The lean meat provides texture, making the sausage firm and chewy. The fat provides juice, bursting in your mouth when you bite into it, balancing the dryness of the lean meat and adding a rich, oily aroma that makes it irresistible.
There's just one thing: the recipe says Sichuan sausage is on the spicier side, but this one isn't spicy at all.
Jiang Sheng raised a question.
Aunt Zhang slapped the back of her head, "Oh dear, I forgot to put pepper powder in the first batch, but since the meat was already stuffed in, I couldn't waste it, so I thought I'd make it too."
I didn't expect it to taste so good. It's not spicy, but it has a fresh and sweet aroma, mixed with a hint of alcohol, making it irresistible.
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