Wan Du Valley is a bit far, and besides, it takes a certain amount of time to stew braised pork hock until it's tender.
The next day, before dawn, Lu Wu got up.
Lu Wu, who had stayed up all night again, had dark circles under her eyes and looked a little tired.
But this was in the Qingyuan Realm. After Lu Wu circulated the little spiritual energy in his body, his dark circles faded considerably, and he felt much better.
Patting her fair cheeks, Lu Wu blew a kiss to her reflection in the mirror before heading to the kitchen.
The lights that shone in the darkness were particularly eye-catching.
Grandpa Li, who was fast asleep next door, suddenly opened his eyes and looked puzzled when he saw the lit light.
He assumed Lu Wu was just getting up to use the restroom, so he turned over and went back to sleep.
In the kitchen, Lu Wu took out the pork knuckle that Butcher Lin had brought yesterday. It was very fresh, with blood still clinging to it.
Lu Wu washed it clean and then soaked it in clean water for half an hour.
While waiting, Lu Wu prepared the ingredients for stewing the pork knuckle.
Soy sauce, light soy sauce, and cooking wine are essential, and Lu Wu also brought a lot of spices.
Ginger, star anise, and cinnamon are the perfect partners for braised pork knuckle. Bay leaves, Sichuan peppercorns, and dried chili peppers are also essential.
Spices, like a whole family, all come together to exert their power.
The fire is lit with spirit stones, and the temperature can be controlled at will.
The blood in the pork knuckle was soaked away. Butcher Lin was very meticulous; you couldn't see any pig hair on the knuckle.
Lu Wu placed the large pork knuckle in the pot to blanch it. Each of these spirit pigs' knuckles was quite heavy, and it would definitely be very satisfying to eat them.
On the first day, Lu Wu planned to make fifty pork knuckles to test the waters. One pot wasn't enough, but fortunately, Lu Wu had prepared in advance and set up a separate stove.
As the water in the pot began to boil, blood foam rose to the surface, which Lu Wu skimmed off.
After a while, she took the pork knuckle out, washed it clean, and drained it.
Logically speaking, a pressure cooker is needed to make these pork knuckles.
Although there is no pressure cooker in the Qingyuan Realm, a simple pressure-increasing spell can solve the problem.
Lu Wu, in a last-minute attempt to cram, searched on the Yijietong website and found the one that consumed the least spiritual energy to learn.
I gave it a try, and guess what?
She learned it... no, she learned it.
"I can learn it in no time, I'm a genius."
Lu Wu, humming a tune, placed the braised pork knuckle in the clear water, boasting about his own wares.
The water needs to cover the pork knuckle.
Lu Wu put all the spices in, added an appropriate amount of fine salt, covered the pot, and snapped his fingers.
A flash of inspiration struck, and the spell took effect.
Next, we just wait.
Lu Wu, now relaxed, sat on a small stool in the kitchen and dozed off.
I'm so sleepy.
Yawning incessantly, Lu Wu drifted off to sleep.
She had a dream that she returned to Earth and a relative was getting married. She followed her mother there to freeload.
The banquet was filled with meat dishes, and Lu Wu enjoyed the meal very much.
What Lu Wu liked most was the braised pork knuckle with soybean paste. The knuckle was stewed until it was tender and soft. With one bite, the skin would melt in your mouth with a gentle bite.
The rich sauce permeates the pork knuckle layer by layer, making even the lean meat wrapped in fatty skin incredibly flavorful.
Lu Wu became increasingly intoxicated by the food.
She almost got into a fight with the little boy at the same table over a pork knuckle, but she won in the end.
She took the remaining piece of meat.
She picked it up and could smell the rich aroma of meat, which wafted straight into her nostrils.
Lu Wu's nose twitched, and then she heard her stomach rumbling.
That's the howling of a hungry wolf in my stomach.
That's strange, wasn't she already full?
Lost in thought, Lu Wu was caught off guard when the braised pork knuckle that was almost in her mouth was snatched away by the mischievous child.
Lu Wu, who had just eaten nothing, was so angry that she cried and woke up in a rage.
Lu Wu, whose head slipped from his palm and nearly fell to the ground, stared blankly at his surroundings. After realizing what had happened, he was both amused and exasperated.
"It smells so good."
She looked toward the stove, where steam was rising.
The aroma that made her fight fiercely for it in her dreams came from that pot.
Her pork knuckle is cooked!
Lu Wu quickly got up and opened the pot lid. The aroma that burst out made Lu Wu take a deep sniff, but she knew that this pork knuckle was not yet at its peak.
She took the pork knuckle out of the pot, cleaned the pot, and poured in oil.
The high temperature brought out the rich aroma of the sesame oil, reminding Lu Wu of the vast rapeseed fields in his hometown.
This is the taste of rapeseed oil.
Heat the oil and put the pork knuckle in. After stir-frying it for a while, add the reserved broth, followed by light soy sauce, dark soy sauce, and oyster sauce.
At this point, all the seasonings have been added, but the next step is the most time-consuming.
As the broth gradually reduces, she needs to constantly use a spoon to pour the rich broth from the pot over the pork knuckle to ensure that every part of the knuckle absorbs the broth.
As this process unfolded, Lu Wu could see the pork knuckle gradually taking on color.
The cooked pork turns from white to a dark brown color, accompanied by a more vivid and rich aroma, making one's mouth water just by standing by the pot.
This process was incredibly agonizing.
Lu Wu stopped cooking only when the pork knuckle had absorbed most of the broth in the pot.
Pork knuckle, done.
Before serving, Lu Wu sprinkled chopped green onions on top as a garnish.
The green scallions falling on the dark brown pork knuckle made one want to grab it and devour it without a care for appearances.
Meat always arouses the desires of food lovers, and Lu Wu was no exception.
As the maker of this braised pork knuckle, Lu Wu decided to be the first to taste it.
"Boss Lu, give me a braised pork knuckle."
Suddenly, a voice appeared in his ear, and Lu Wu, who had been running a stall for a long time, answered reflexively.
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