Great value gifts
Seeing that the little pig was about to rush into the yard, Song Tiaotiao grabbed a kitchen knife in a hurry and was ready for battle.
But in a split second, the majestic little pig slipped and crashed into the pine and cypress tree in front of the courtyard gate. From then on, its eyes rolled back and it was silent.
The tense atmosphere suddenly turned tense. The family looked at each other, unsure whether to put down the self-defense tools they were holding tightly.
Song Tiaotiao looked at the absurd scene before him and asked the system hesitantly: "Master, this is not the way the barrel of oil is delivered, right?"
The system was also silent: "Maybe, yes."
After observing for a long time, he really didn't see the little flower pig move at all. Gu Chengjue pressed the wooden stick horizontally, quickly suppressing its body, and probed the little flower pig's nose with his knuckles.
He raised his sword-like eyebrows and said dumbly: "He died."
The system laughed dryly: "This is confirmed."
Over there, the frightened Zhao smoothed her chest and finally breathed a sigh of relief: "It's really a blessing in disguise. I've averted danger."
She turned around and saw Song Tiaotiao holding a kitchen knife, looking calm and composed. She admired him in her heart, "Tiaotiao, you've made it. When I woke up today, I saw that the clay stove had taken shape. It really is true that where there is a will there is a way. Whatever you want to do is not difficult for you."
Bo Shuang took the stick from Zhao's hand and put it back in its place, chuckling softly, "Madam Song, thanks to you and Cheng Jue, now that the clay oven is out, not only can we enjoy sweet and sticky roasted potatoes, but now with this little flower pig, barbecue skewers are just around the corner."
After a brief chat, Zhao went back to the clay stove to cook breakfast, while Bo Shuang went back to the house to comfort her young son and continued her embroidery.
Song Tiaotiao gradually walked towards Gu Chengjue, looking at the little pig's white belly, and felt that this skill point was not activated in vain.
Although the mall's delivery methods always hover between bizarre and absurd, they are still barely within everyone's acceptable range. What surprises Song Tiaotiao the most is that each time the packaging looks like a gift that is worth the money.
When she bought oil, she was given a small pig as a gift. Song Tiaotiao couldn't refuse such a benefit.
Song Tiaotiao squatted down and asked Gu Chengjue, "Gu Chengjue, this little pig has just closed its eyes. Let's kill it while it's still fresh."
Seeing her eyes sparkle, Gu Chengjue glanced at the kitchen knife in Song Tiaotiao's hand and said softly, "This knife seems a bit blunt. It's easy to hurt your hand if you use it directly. Let me sharpen the knife first. Can you go to the house to get some containers?"
Song Tiaotiao nodded and handed over the kitchen knife with both hands. Then he quickly went back to the house and found three containers, one for the bones and meat, the other for the pig's blood and the other for the internal organs.
When he returned to the yard, Gu Chengjue had already sharpened the knife. He took the basin and quickly drained the blood, and then began to use his knife skills on the spotted pig.
His movements were smooth and efficient, as if he was wielding a brush. In no time, he had shaved off half of the pig's skin.
While separating the flesh and bones, Gu Chengjue wiped the sweat off his chin with his elbow and glanced at Song Tiaotiao. Seeing that she looked eager to try, he smiled and asked, "Do you want to give it a try?"
Song Tiaotiao was delighted when she heard this and took the kitchen knife from Gu Chengjue's outstretched hand. She found the right entry point and began to dissect the body in an orderly manner.
With the previous experience of slaughtering chickens, and having carefully observed Gu Chengjue's personal teaching, Song Tiaotiao was able to do it with ease and without any fear even though the target was a small pig this time.
Gu Chengjue looked at Song Tiaotiao and saw that she moved her knife with a sharp and smooth motion, and cut carefully along the bone and grain. He knew that she had watched his demonstration carefully.
Gu Chengjue raised the corners of his lips slightly, and then stayed by Song Tiaotiao.
By the time the little pig was officially divided into three parts, Zhao had already prepared breakfast in the house and was inviting the family to eat.
Song Tiaotiao picked out a piece of fatty meat to be used for making oil, temporarily froze it with snow, and then she and Gu Chengjue carried basins into the house one after another.
Zhao baked five potatoes this morning and now everyone has one.
The potatoes with thin skin and yellow flesh emit the unique roasted aroma in the kitchen. Sprinkle some salt on them and pair them with a small bowl of hot porridge. Eating such a meal on a cold winter day is really a unique experience.
After dinner, Gu Chengjue returned to the courtyard, grabbed the wooden stakes, and officially began to renovate the thatched cottage. Zhao stood beside him, tying the wooden strips for him and helping him.
Song Tiaotiao struck while the iron was hot and prepared to refine the lard.
The fat meat that had been frozen in the yard was now in a semi-frozen state. Song Tiaotiao cut it as smoothly as tofu without any effort.
By the time the fat was cut into evenly thick dices, the pot was already red hot. Under the guidance of the system, Song Tiaotiao first poured half a bowl of water into the pot and slid the fat down along the edge of the pot.
As the temperature rises, the fat begins to ooze out fine bubbles of oil, and soon the color changes from milky white to an attractive golden yellow.
During this time, Song Tiaotiao cleaned out a small jar used to hold oil. When she looked back, the lard residue had been refined into shape. She added a little water to the pot, just to let the lard residue spit out the last bit of oil.
When the lard turns red to brown, Song Tiaotiao removes the lard residue to drain the oil, then takes out a small jar that has been drained of water and pours the lard into it.
The aroma of oil had already filled the thatched cottage. Song Tiaotiao was sitting there, smelling the long-lost aroma of oil. Even though she had just eaten breakfast, she couldn't suppress the gluttony in her stomach.
After much thought, Song Tiaotiao still felt that eating the lard residue while it was hot would best appreciate its deliciousness.
She sprinkled some salt and sugar on the freshly baked lard residue and divided it into two portions on a plate.
Being close to the water, Song Tiaotiao planned to serve one portion to Bo Shuang and her son in the main room. She walked to the door and called out "sister-in-law".
Then a small hand opened the door, and Gu Zhao's thin little face was slightly raised through the crack of the door, with a pair of big black eyes flashing as he looked at the lard residue.
After a moment, Gu Zhao realized that he had lost his composure and called out in a baby voice, "Hello, Auntie."
Song Tiaotiao chuckled and nodded: "Good Zhao'er, Auntie is here to bring you and your mother some delicious food. It's a little hot though, so you have to eat slowly."
Upon hearing the sound, Bo Shuang got off the kang to greet the guests. Seeing the tempting golden lard crumbs in Song Tiaotiao's hand, her pupils trembled slightly, but she did not forget to smile and thank him as she led Song Tiaotiao into the house.
Song Tiaotiao smiled and shook her head, telling them to eat with peace of mind, and that she would make it often if they liked it. Then she carried another plate of lard residue to find Gu Chengjue and his mother.
When Song Tiaotiao approached, Gu Chengjue was burying wooden stakes in the pit, while Zhao was tying wooden strips nearby.
Song Tiaotiao looked at the five tightly connected wooden stakes in front of her and could already imagine what they would look like when formed into a wooden wall.
Gu Chengjue was a man of his word. He said he didn't want his family to be left out in the cold, so he carried out his promise without a moment's pause.
Song Tiaotiao walked towards the mother and son with emotion, and was about to invite them to taste the lard residue when Gu Chengjue raised his eyes at the right time.
Their eyes met, Song Tiaotiao smiled softly, and Gu Chengjue lowered his gaze slightly: "Song Tiaotiao..."
Before he could finish his words, a loud shout suddenly rang out from outside the courtyard. The three of them turned around and saw two tall and strong men unceremoniously pushing open the gate and swaggering into the courtyard. "The Jin family's shopkeeper said someone named Gu Chengjue stole something from them. Come with us."
Seeing this, Gu Chengjue's eyes turned cold for a moment, and he said in a deep voice: "Song Tiaotiao, stand next to me."
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