Wu Chen and Jiang Yanyue were busy in the kitchen for most of the day. Just like last time, Jiang Yanyue did the talking and he did the work.
Then Wu Chen's eyes were opened when he started to learn how to wash food. Previously, Wu Chen's understanding of cleaning was to just use water to rinse away blood and dirt.
Jiang Yanyue's cleaning method is to remove the mucus and fat from the internal organs. After washing them with flour and white wine, they are blanched with onion, ginger and cooking wine, fried first and then stewed into soup.
Every time Wu Chen thought he had understood Jiang Yanyue's sophistication, Jiang Yanyue would use facts to tell him that no, Jiang Yanyue was even more sophisticated than he thought.
Jiang Yanyue picked up a piece of blood sausage that Wuchen had disliked and fed it to him, saying confidently, "How is it?"
After being transformed with thick oil and red sauce, blood sausage is no longer that unappetizing appearance. The spicy and fragrant taste is stimulated by the hot oil and can be smelled ten miles away.
Wu Chen had a little sweat on the tip of his nose and his lips were red from the spiciness, but he kept drooling and was extremely greedy.
Wu Chen nodded, "You call this a dish, the one I had before was at most cooked."
When it comes to cooking, Wu Chen asked in detail how to blanch the ingredients, how to wash them, and how to combine the various seasonings. Jiang Yanyue then became a hands-off boss again.
Wu Chen was cooking in the kitchen, and outside in the yard, Nan Xing was cutting up the meat of the gray pig, and Liu Xia was doing carpentry work. There were cups, plates, bowls, pots, pans, and everything else.
Well, Jiang Yanyue has become redundant again.
The main dish for lunch was a large bowl of Maoxuewang, accompanied by pork tripe and chicken, cold jellyfish, stir-fried pork liver, and Bishan rabbit.
Nanxing brought back a big bowl of pig stomach and chicken for Fina. The square table was just big enough for one person to sit on each side, so they started eating.
"I didn't lie to you, I told you it was delicious." Jiang Yanyue was very proud. The three males ate until their noses were sweating and nodded as they ate.
"In the past, we only ate the meat of the prey we hunted and threw away the internal organs. Now that we have learned how to process the internal organs, the same prey can feed more people."
Nanxing was still trying hard to conquer the chopsticks. He didn't know if it was because of the spiciness or the urgency, but he was sweating all over.
"In spring, there should be a lot of plants that can be used as spices. As long as they are cleaned, the internal organs are also very delicious. For example, tripe and money tripe are especially delicious when they are prepared well."
Wu Chen and Liu Xia were both very quick with their chopsticks, their mouths and hands never stopping. Only Nan Xing had a hard time picking up a piece of tripe.
Jiang Yanyue directly took Nanxing's bowl, picked up each dish on the table with a large chopstick, picked up the bowl that was sticking out, and put it back in front of Nanxing, "Eat slowly, there's no rush."
Nanxing's tail was wagging like a puppy, and her eyes were full of stars when she looked at Jiang Yanyue, "Thank you, sister!"
After Jiang Yanyue helped to pick up the dishes, she started eating her own food, but she felt that the originally lively dining table suddenly became quiet. No one spoke, and the sound of eating stopped.
Jiang Yanyue raised her head and looked at Wuchen and Liuxia, who had suddenly stopped moving, with some confusion, "Why aren't you eating anymore?"
Both bowls were stretched out in front of him, "I want one too!"
Jiang Yanyue had no idea what the two males meant. She pointed at the large table of food and said, "Eat!"
Wu Chen held the bowl in front of him motionless, his tone somewhat stubborn and resentful, "You picked up some food for Nan Xing."
Jiang Yanyue finally smelled the faint smell of vinegar in the air. Her heart skipped a beat and she quickly picked up some food from the two bowls in front of her with her chopsticks. Then she lowered her head to eat, trying to minimize her presence.
It’s not that Jiang Yanyue hasn’t been pursued by boys before, but she has never been pursued by so many boys at once.
Moreover, Jiang Yanyue didn’t feel anything about those who pursued her in the past, so she could treat it with a normal attitude and handle it with ease.
But every time these three males appeared together, Jiang Yanyue felt a bit overwhelmed and had no idea what to do.
"Have a bowl of soup and eat slowly." Liu Xia, who was sitting opposite Jiang Yanyue, handed over a bowl of soup. The floating oil on it was skimmed off cleanly, making it a clear and refreshing bowl of soup.
Jiang Yanyue took it, thanked her, and began to drink the soup politely. Every time, Liuxia could help her relieve embarrassment and tension just right.
"He ate all the meat himself and only gave you a bowl of soup. You don't think he's being very nice to you, do you?"
Wu Chen sat on the left with a cold tone. He placed a bowl of meat in front of Jiang Yanyue. The chicken had been boned and the skin torn off.
"Sister, you're enjoying your Maoxuewang (Chinese mao xu wang)! Why are you trying to please me? You're offering me soup after I've only finished half of it. Are you trying to get me off the table?"
Liu Xia glared at the troublemaker. Is that what he meant? Shouldn't you be the one who should leave the table?
Liuxia scolded him but he couldn't hear her, Nanxing didn't care at all and continued to aim his fire at Wuchen.
Nan Xing glanced at the light-colored pork belly and chicken, "Keep the ones you like for yourself, and give the ones you don't like to your sister. What kind of male are you?"
Jiang Yanyue, holding the bowl and drinking soup, covering her entire face:
Save me, save me, save me...
Although the process was a bit thrilling, Jiang Yanyue still had a delicious meal and was very satisfied.
"Are you all full?" Jiang Yanyue looked at the half-eaten dishes still on the table, feeling a little confused.
At the dinner last night, they ate more than 100 kilograms of meat alone, not to mention other things. That's why Jiang Yanyue prepared so many side dishes.
Wu Chen explained: "We males are different from females. We don't eat small amounts frequently. After a full meal, we don't need to eat for the next few days."
"Besides, it's the cold season now, so we don't have to work hard hunting, and the consumption is much less than in spring," Nanxing added.
"Then I'll put the remaining food into the space and eat it directly in the evening."
There was only a little stir-fried pork liver and cold jellyfish left, so the three males shared them and ate them. Jiang Yanyue only took the pork tripe, chicken and Maoxuewang back to the warehouse.
In the afternoon, Liuxia went back to the sea and brought back a lot of large pearls. With the addition of different lamp stands, she now had a pure natural desk lamp.
Nanxing continued to struggle with the water. He washed his large intestine in the morning and continued to wash his small intestine and bladder in the afternoon.
Jiang Yanyue wanted to make sausages from the gray pig meat, and the washed pig bladder was just right to be used as a hand warmer.
The smoky rabbit skin also found a place to go, just perfect for making a protective cover.
Nanxing cleaned the pig bladder and filled it with water, then sewed a double-layer cover without dust, so that hands could be put in from both sides. She then used elastic animal tendons to close the top, and a purely natural hand warmer was ready.
Jiang Yanyue put it on her stomach that afternoon to fight against her menstrual pain, which relieved a lot of pain for her.
In the evening, Wu Chen specially steamed a fish for Jiang Yanyue. In the afternoon, her menstrual cramps came, and Jiang Yanyue didn't dare to touch the spicy Maoxuewang with her chopsticks again.
After dinner, Nanxing and Liuxia helped to clean up. Jiang Yanyue went upstairs early to wash up. The menstrual pain made Jiang Yanyue feel a little drowsy.
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