Chapter 033 Moving Party


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Chapter 033 Moving Party

Xie Yi was a shy child. With a rosy face, he stood in front of Wen Jiajia and said, "Hello, Auntie."

After saying this, she even pulled her brother's hand. The brother was only two years old. He looked very young, so he imitated his brother in a baby voice: "Hello, Auntie."

Wen Jiajia's face was almost frozen from smiling.

It's true that calling her auntie is correct, but it sounds weird.

But she didn't force the children to call her "sister". Nowadays, people use different titles based on their generation.

"Hello." Wen Jiajia shook hands with him. "What's your brother's name?"

"His name is Xie Sheng. You can call him Xiao Sheng."

"Okay Xiaoyi, go play."

Xie Yi touched his head, feeling that something was wrong. Before he could figure it out, Wen Chun pulled him into the house to play with building blocks.

Wen Jiajia was still plucking the chicken.

Plucking the hair is actually quite troublesome. Wen Jiajia can't stand the hair on the chicken. If she sees obvious chicken hair when eating, it is easy to lose her appetite. So she plucked the hair very carefully. Fortunately, there are plucking clips in the kitchen. As long as there is enough time, it is completely possible to remove all the hair.

But Wen Jiajia wouldn't be so picky about hair. She could still tolerate some fine hair.

The sun is shining brightly in the yard.

It took Wen Jiajia more than half an hour to finally prepare the chicken.

Not only did they pluck the chicken, they also gutted it on a wooden block in the yard and cleaned its internal organs.

Leave the yellow shell on the chicken gizzards for now.

This thing is called Chicken Gizzard Stone, a traditional Chinese medicine that helps in strengthening the stomach and aiding digestion. It can be exchanged for sugar in my hometown, but I don't know if it works here.

It doesn’t matter if you can’t change it, you can just eat it at home.

It is true that her family often eats...

The chicken was a genuine local chicken. Considering that it contained meat, ribs and pig's trotters, Wen Jiajia decided to put the chicken in a casserole to make soup.

It was not yet noon, so there was no rush to stew the food. She put the chicken in the kitchen and went to prepare the pig's trotters.

Pig's trotters also have hair, and the hair is not easy to pluck. It is harder than chicken feathers and is more uncomfortable to eat.

In this case, plucking clips won't be of much use, you have to use fire to heat it.

She lit a charcoal fire in an iron basin and placed the pig's trotters on the burning charcoal.

In less than two seconds, all you could hear was a crackling sound.

Then the smell of burnt pig skin wafted to her nose. There was a faint fragrance in the stench, and there seemed to be a stench in the fragrance. Wen Jiajia turned her head to the side and moved away.

In fact, she still likes to eat pork skin.

The roasted pork skin can be eaten with some water. She had eaten this dish in Yunnan. Although the cooking method was very crude, it captured your taste buds tightly. Wen Jiajia felt it was amazing.

Later, I went home and tried to replicate it, but I couldn't recreate the taste.

Pork skin can also be dried and fried. After frying, soak it in water and cook it with tomatoes, mushrooms, and eggs to make hot and sour pork skin soup.

The taste is so good. Even if someone has no appetite, one spoonful of it will immediately whet their appetite.

Wen Jiajia made it almost every week in winter, and finally her hot and sour pork skin soup was even tastier than that made in hotels.

She couldn't think about it anymore. Her throat moved and her saliva was secreted violently.

The pig skin was roasted until it was charred, then soaked in water. After it softened, she scraped it off with a knife, scraping off all the hair and dirt.

The pig skin was slightly yellow at this time, so Wen Jiajia chopped it into small pieces and decided to make spicy fried pig's trotters.

After all the busy work, the hour hand on the watch has turned to 11 o'clock.

The clear voices of children echoed in the living room one after another. Wen Jiajia poked her head out and said, "Xiaoyi, is your mother home at noon?"

Xie Yi nodded: "Yes, Mom will be home in a moment... um, I will be home at 12:30."

Wen Jiajia thought this kid was amazing, especially in his sense of time.

She suddenly felt a little anxious. Should she give Wen Chun and Wen Xuan some guidance? If nothing unexpected happened, they should have taken the college entrance examination in the late 1980s, and the admission rate was not very high at that time.

Sure enough, the kids next door are the ones that can most arouse the interest of a kid.

After all, they had eaten a few pieces of cake from others, so Wen Jiajia did not let the Xie and Yi brothers go home.

"Be obedient and have lunch before you leave." Wen Jiajia pulled him, "Invite Wen Chun and Wen Xuan to your house for dinner some other day."

Xie Yi hesitated for a moment and nodded obediently. His mother said that when visiting someone's home, one should listen to the host.

Wen Jiajia: "You are so good. Let's continue playing."

The time ticked by and it was half past eleven.

The rice is ready, and the rich aroma of rice wafts out of the kitchen window and blows away into the distance with the breeze.

Through the window she could see flat meadows and the lake sparkling in the sun.

This is her favorite window view, so she likes to stay in the kitchen.

Bamboo shoots are being cooked in a small iron pot on the stove. They taste sweet and fresh with a hint of meat.

After a while, the bamboo shoots are almost cooked. Pick them up and throw them into cold water. This can minimize the astringent taste of the spring bamboo shoots.

Cut bamboo shoots into thin slices and stir-fry with chicken offal.

Considering the presence of children, she was very restrained and only added some green peppers to enhance the flavor.

After frying, she brought it to the table and opened the lid of the wooden barrel for steaming rice. She asked Wei Dai to make a wooden steamer that could be put on the wooden barrel. At this moment, there was a bowl of steamed eggs and a plate of steamed pork on the steamer.

Wen Jiajia picked up some lard with chopsticks and put it on the egg custard to melt it.

Then pour a small spoonful of soy sauce, place the spoon on the egg custard and slide the bottom of the spoon gently so that the golden egg custard will appear lightly soy sauce-colored.

"It's time to eat," she called. There were three dishes in total, and this amount of food was now considered a regular dish in her family. "Go wash your hands, or you won't be allowed to eat without washing your hands."

Several children ran to wash it, and washed it very carefully.

Apparently, several of the children have developed good habits.

Wen Jiajia’s home cooking is at least above average, and the children enjoy the food very much.

Fenfen mixed the rice with egg custard and added some pickled intestines. By the end of the meal, Wen Xuan's mouth was covered with rice grains.

Wen Jiajia ate most of the chicken offal. Surprisingly, the other children didn't seem to like it.

Wen Jiajia was quite upset. If she had known earlier, she should have cooked it with a stronger flavor, more sour and spicy.

Afternoon.

Wen Jiajia stewed the chicken before taking a nap.

The charcoal fire for boiling the pork skin has not yet burned out, and the clay pot has its own world, with water boiling slowly and the chicken slowly exuding flavor.

It is said that people feel tired in spring and sleepy in summer. It is easy to feel drowsy in the afternoon in both spring and summer.

Wen Jiajia didn't care anymore as the two children were dying. She put on a cotton eye mask, lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep until her strong biological clock woke her up half an hour later.

Outside the room.

Four children tried to climb the tree, but none of them could make it.

"Xiao Yi, Xiao Sheng!" someone shouted.

"Hey! Mom, I'm at Chun'er's house."

Xie Yi let go of the tree and hurried out the door. He ran a few steps and turned back to pull his brother, anxiously asking: "Chun'er Xuanxuan, do you want to go to my house to play? I have a wooden horse at home."

Wen Chun ruffled her hair and said, "Okay."

next door.

Shen Xun was shocked when she didn't see her child after returning home. She didn't feel relieved until she heard Xie Yi's voice.

Not long after the answer came, she saw four children at the door of her house.

Xie Yi rushed over and said, "Mom, my brother and I are playing at Aunt Wen's house next door."

Shen Xunzhen: "Do you have any trouble for me?"

"No, Aunt Wen treated me to lunch." Xie Yi showed his fangs, "It had sausage and egg custard, it was delicious."

Shen Xun was really surprised. She looked at Wen Chun and Wen Xuan, and walked over to lead them: "Come on, it's windy outside, let's go inside and play."

Wen Xuan raised her head and said, "Auntie, we are here to play the wooden horse with Xiao Yi and Xiao Sheng."

Xie Yi called her "Auntie", and she remembered it and now puts it into practice.

Xie Yi blushed: "You can't call me Xiaoyi, I'm older than you and Chun'er." You have to call him brother.

Shen Xunzhen smiled: "The Trojan horse is in the room."

Wen Chun and Wen Xuan followed her in.

As soon as he entered the living room, Xie Sheng climbed onto a chair, clicked on the radio on the table, pointed at it and said, "The wooden horse is not fun, let's listen to a story."

There was no story to be heard in the middle of the day. It was just a rerun of some storytelling.

However, the obscure story attracted Wen Chun and Wen Xuan more than the Trojan horse. They sat on the soft sofa, their ears tilted towards the radio, listening intently.

Wen Chun thought, this is indeed more fun than the Trojan horse.

"Do you have a radio at home?" Xie Yi asked.

Wen Chun shook his head: "We don't have that at home, but my aunt can tell a lot of stories."

"Then you can come to my house to listen from now on. There are not many good stories at noon. You have to wait until the evening, when there will be trumpets and poetry recitations!"

Xie Yi enthusiastically introduced it to Wen Chun, and mentioned many contents from children's programs in succession, which made Wen Chun feel itchy.

"How can I buy a radio?" Wen Chun asked, thinking for a while.

Xie Yi frowned: "Use money and coupons, and then go to the department store to buy it."

After thinking for a while, he said, "There are only department stores in the city. It's very uncomfortable to take the bus from the military base."

Wen Chun asked again: "How can I get money?"

Xie Yikakai, how would he know this?

But he is a persistent person. When he encounters a difficult problem, he naturally wants to understand it first.

"Money...money needs to be earned. I have money from taking care of my brother, and mom and dad also have money from work. Unfortunately, Xuanxuan is too old and doesn't need you to take care of her. Why don't you work too?"

Wen Chun used her three-year-old brain to the fullest and decided to raise chickens to make money.

There was no way. As a child born and raised in the countryside, what I heard since I was a child... uh, what I heard until I was three years old was "Eggs must be saved to exchange for money."

In this case, the best solution she could think of was to raise chickens. It was difficult for her aunt to make money, and Wen Chun didn't want to ask her aunt for money to buy a radio.

She fell into deep thought again until she was gradually attracted by crosstalk.

Shen Xunzhen listened from the side, stuffing steamed buns into his mouth, trying hard not to laugh out loud.

Wen family.

Wei Dai hurried back carrying more than a pound of meat, which was taken from a nearby meat processing factory.

He had a friend who worked in a meat processing plant, and he got his pig's trotters in the morning from him.

I wanted to say something to Wen Jiajia, but when I opened the door, I found Wen Jiajia sleeping soundly with her arms around the pillow.

Wei Dai closed the door gently, put the meat in the cupboard, and left in a hurry.

Wen Jiajiasi had no idea that Wei Dai had come back.

Her biological clock was slightly overscheduled by more than ten minutes today, so she didn't feel refreshed when she woke up and just felt like she didn't get enough sleep.

After waking up, I lay on my back in bed for a long time before my sleepiness slowly faded away and my spirit gradually recovered.

Experts have said that you have to take it slow after getting up and give your body time to adapt, and she thinks this makes sense.

Well, that's not a reason for her to stay in bed.

The aroma of the chicken in the casserole gradually spread into the room, seeming far and near, strong and weak, but it had not yet reached its strongest.

Wen Jiajia stood up, stretched her hands up, covered her mouth and yawned, and said to herself: "Let's get to work."

To stir-fry pork trotters with spicy sauce, you need to brine the trotters first.

Halved pig's trotters are Wen Jiajia's specialty. To be more precise, the halved flavor is her specialty.

When her grandmother was young, she ran a salty food shop at the entrance of the community. It has been open for more than 30 years and can be called a "time-honored brand."

A halogen shop that has been open for more than 30 years must be very skilled, but her grandmother is more than just skilled.

Her halogen shop is so good that it has become a must-visit shop for local city tourists and food, with countless people lining up every day. Some people even ask her to buy the recipe, which shows how delicious her halogens are.

If my uncle hadn't fallen ill later, my grandmother would have been a millionaire or even a multi-millionaire.

When Wen Jiajia was still in elementary school, her mother would leave her at her grandmother's house during every summer vacation.

Gradually, she learned how to make halogens, and she still remembers them now.

It's just that... I remember it, but the ingredients are not complete. I only have the common spices at home, and I don't have the slightly less popular ones like angelica and cloves.

Wen Jiajia scratched her head and said, okay, there is no spices, so we have to rely on seasonings.

She blanched the pig's feet, fried the sugar color, added seasonings, and finally added spices.

It looks easy to make, but actually every step requires a lot of skills. Even the time to add the spices is very particular.

The sun in the spring afternoon is not too hot, at least the plants in the yard are still full of energy.

The grass in the yard became greener, and she could occasionally find some wild vegetables in it.

For example, Amaranth is just beginning to emerge, and is best eaten cold.

Wen Jiajia was half lying on the sofa. Half an hour later, the aroma from the pot came out.

This is a fragrance several times stronger than chicken soup.

Wen Jiajia couldn't help swallowing her saliva, secretly regretting that chicken feet and wings were not sold by weight in this era, and even beef was rarely available.

However, the halogen ingredients are varied. There is no chicken feet, chicken wings or beef, but there are also gluten tofu slices and Luohan meat.

Wen Jiajia thought that one day she would buy a lot of them and enjoy them to her heart's content.

The fragrance not only filled the Wen family's home, but also gradually spread to the Xie family next door with the wind.

Even passed by Xie's house and went next to Xie's house.

Wen Jiajia underestimated the dominance of the halogen smell, and even more so underestimated the sensitivity of people's noses in this era.

When Wen Chun and Wen Xuan rushed into the house like firecrackers, Wen Jiajia's heart skipped a beat.

Ah, it's over.

She couldn't control the smell, she really couldn't control it.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, all the children who did not go to the red education class gathered at the gate of her yard.

They just wandered around outside, or poked their heads in at the door, with some even leaning on the doorstep and drooling.

“…”

Is the smell really that strong? Wen Jiajia's nose twitched, but she actually didn't smell much.

An aunt came over and gave her the answer.

"Wei Dai's wife, what are you cooking at home? How come the smell has reached my house?"

Wen Jiajia came out of the kitchen holding a spatula, and after a pause she said, "Hello, we're having a housewarming party today, and we're cooking halved pig's trotters in the pot."

She took a careful look and confirmed that she did not know the man.

Fortunately, the lady quickly introduced herself: "My last name is Bao, I am definitely older than you, you can just call me Sister Bao. I live next door to the Xie family, and the smell of your halved pig's trotters is so delicious that I can't stand it. I have never smelled such delicious food."

Wen Jiajia smiled and said, "Hello, Sister Bao. I'm Wen Jia. You can just call me Jiajia."

Sister Bao was cheerful and outgoing. She did not leave but stood in the kitchen and chatted with Wen Jiajia.

"You look young, but you are such a great cook." She was surprised. The closer we got to the kitchen, the stronger the smell became.

Wen Jiajia was flipping the pot and replied, "I have been cooking since I was a child. I am 20 years old and have been in the industry for 12 years."

Sister Bao laughed so hard that her shoulders were shaking. She thought Wen Jia was such a funny kid.

"Sister, are you from Northeast China?" Wen Jiajia couldn't help asking. It was true that Sister Bao's tone and accent were very Northeastern.

"How do you know that?"

“…I heard it.”

Bao said, "Oh my!" "I've been here for more than ten years, and my accent hasn't changed at all."

Wen Jiajia nodded, indeed she hadn't changed at all.

Northeasterners will only assimilate others and will never be assimilated by others.

Sister Bao is really good at chatting.

Everyone spoke a word, and the pig's trotters in the pot were almost cooked. They smelled so good that Wenchun and Wenxuan lay on the stove, drooling.

Wen Jiajia was asking Sister Bao for advice on how to make hot pot pork. She found some tenderloin in the cupboard, probably brought back by Wei Dai while she was sleeping. It seemed like a good idea to make the tenderloin into hot pot pork.

She was a little greedy for the sweet and sour pot-stuffed meat.

Bao Jie is obviously an expert at making pot-stuffed pork. She rolled up her sleeves and said, "Take out the meat and I'll tell you to cook."

Okay.

Wen Jiajia took out the tenderloin from the cupboard, washed it carefully, and then cut it into slices.

"In our area, pot-stuffed pork was called charred pork strips," Bao said, with a hint of nostalgia in her eyes. "My father was the best at making this dish."

"Sister Bao, how long have you been in the South?"

"How long... more than ten years, my husband is also from the Northeast. He was originally assigned to Hebei Province, and later came here." Sister Bao frowned and said, "You don't know, many people in our family compound are from all over the world, not all of you are from the South."

Wen Jiajia thought to herself that she would have to make the dishes for this meal more diverse and with more flavors.

"Alas! If you want to talk about an easier life, it's better here. Life in He Province was really hard, especially ten years ago. It was so hard that it made people feel bitter."

Wen Jiajia frowned slightly. The original owner's mother's hometown was in Hebei Province. She ran away because she was not full.

On the way, I met the original owner's father. Although his hometown was in Shan Province, it was actually quite close to the original owner's mother's hometown, so the two of them got together.

She didn't have the ability or the idea to look for the original owner's mother's family, but when she heard about He Province, she couldn't help but think more about it.

"Sister Bao, I've finished cutting. Now I have to marinate it, right?" Wen Jiajia took out an egg and took the starch bag out of the cupboard.

"Yes. If I were to make it, I would only add salt, but you people here like to use wine, so you can add some wine."

Wen Jiajia sprinkled salt and poured wine, then cracked an egg, as if grabbing a handful of starch.

Thoroughly brine the pig's trotters in the pot, put them into a bowl, and clean the pot.

Wen Jiajia gave Wen Chun and Wen Xuan a small piece each, and gave another piece to Sister Bao: "Sister, help me taste it."

"That's too embarrassing." Sister Bao waved her hands.

"You've already taught me a dish, why are you embarrassed?"

"Okay, I really want to eat the pig's trotters in your pot. I'm making some chive pancakes today, so I'll bring some to you later, so you can have another dish."

Sister Bao swallowed her saliva and took a bite. The sticky pig skin almost stuck to her mouth.

The next second it is fragrant, and then sweet.

The locals prefer sweet food, and she is not used to it, but she loves this pig's trotter.

It is sweet but not greasy, fragrant, glutinous and soft. After eating it, you can suck out the brine and marrow by sucking the bones.

"Why stir-fry it again? Pig's trotters are delicious just like this," said Sister Bao.

Wen Jiajia said confidently: "It tastes better if it is stir-fried with spicy sauce."

The sun was setting, and Wen Jiajia glanced at the time and decided to speed up.

Sister Bao weighed the tenderloin, then made the sweet and sour sauce for her and told Wen Jiajia the proportions in detail.

"It has to be fried twice, once to cook through, and second time to brown. Only when the outer skin of the meat is yellow with a hint of orange can it be picked up," she warned.

After saying that, Sister Bao also had to go home to cook.

After she left, Wen Jiajia started killing fish.

You can’t make pot-wrapped meat now. It tastes best when it’s just out of the pot.

Now that it's done, the skin is easy to soften.

Because there was chicken soup, Wen Jiajia did not prepare fish soup. She planned to braise the fish.

As for the spare ribs, Wen Jiajia bit her lips and hesitated again and again. She wanted to eat sweet and sour ones.

Wen Jiajia is not a slow person.

After killing the fish, I put the pork belly that I had marinated last night into the pan and fried it at the right time.

She missed her frying pan, but she didn't bring it with her.

No, I have to think of a way to make a frying pan. She loves frying things and can't stand this big pot.

The pork belly was made into barbecued pork. Well, because of the lack of seasoning, the taste was a little different from what she made in her previous life. But because the meat was good and honey was added, it tasted quite good.

"Auntie, have another bite."

Wen Chun and Wen Xuan are so beautiful that they are almost heavenly!

They placed their hands on the stove, raised their heads and opened their mouths, like two hungry baby birds.

Wen Jiajia then gave each of them a piece of barbecued pork.

Wen Chun and Wen Xuan narrowed their eyes; they had never eaten meat cooked in this way.

"Aunt, the food you cook is so delicious." Wen Chun's eyes were full of stars. She didn't know yet that when she grew up and recalled her childhood, the first thing she would think of would be this day.

The setting sun fills the courtyard, and the light and shadows pass through the window and fall into the kitchen. In the beam of light, you can seem to see the dust dancing.

The wind blew, blowing the reed curtains on the windows, and the mottled shadows on the ground changed accordingly.

She is happy at this moment.

In the evening, it's time to go home.

Genes make humans feel lonely and panic every evening, so Wei Dai's steps became much faster.

He was accompanied by his friends, and Wen Jiajia was frying pork in a wok at that time.

We had just finished roasting the fish and frying the pig's trotters, and then served the sweet and sour pork ribs and two dishes of vegetables.

It only took half an hour, and Wen Jiajia felt that she was super awesome.

The pot-wrapped pork was really tasty when it was fried. When Wei Dai and his friends came in, the house was filled with all kinds of aromas, the most intense of which was the sour smell of white vinegar.

"Wow! Such an authentic smell of pot-baked meat." A comrade from the Northeast smelled it.

Then everyone was amazed when they saw the table full of delicious dishes.

Wei Dai married a great chef.

Wen Jiajia came out of the kitchen carrying a pot of meat. She called some people "sister-in-law" and others "sister-in-law". Wei Dai took her around to introduce them to each other and then invited them to eat.

Most people did not bring their families, but a few brought their children.

The child ate alone at the coffee table, while the big table was made up of two tables put together, enough to seat more than a dozen people.

The moving party has begun.

After finishing the meal, Wen Jiajia officially started her life in the courtyard.

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