Many people find the taste of preserved eggs hard to accept, but no one can resist a bowl of fragrant, hot preserved egg and lean pork congee that warms the stomach.
Wash the rice and soak it for about half an incense stick's time. If you want the porridge to be thicker, add less water. Put it on the stove and bring it to a boil over high heat according to the ratio of 1:60. After the water boils, skim off the foam on the rice water and then simmer it over low heat.
Slice fresh pork tenderloin thinly and marinate with salt, cooking wine, ginger, and scallions. Peel and wash the preserved eggs, then dice them. Once the rice has boiled, add the shredded pork, ginger, and preserved eggs in that order. Cook until the pork turns white, then add a small spoonful of salt to taste. Finally, drizzle a drop of sesame oil into the bowl, and a bowl of hot preserved egg and lean pork congee is ready.
The cooked congee with preserved egg and lean pork is steaming hot. The rice is cooked until it bursts open, and you can see the individual grains of rice when you gently stir it in the bowl with a spoon. The cooked lean pork is soaked in rice water and doesn't feel dry. Occasionally, you can even find a piece of fatty pork crackling, which has a rich, oily aroma when you chew it carefully.
The preserved egg pieces are almost cooked through under high temperature. The salty yolk is mixed with rice and drunk. The pure and simple aroma of rice combines with the unique flavor of preserved egg. One bite can dispel all fatigue and cold.
"It's delicious! It's delicious!"
Granny Wang found the rice porridge to be fragrant and delicious, and she could even taste the aroma of meat in it. It was so good that she wished she could swallow her tongue.
Just thinking of her three unfilial sons, Granny Wang couldn't help but shed tears again. But just as she was about to cry, the aroma of meat in her mouth stopped her from crying.
Such delicious meat porridge, made by a fairy goddess, is something ordinary people can only dream of. It might even prolong life, so how could she not drink a few more mouthfuls? It wouldn't be a wasted trip.
Granny Wang drank three bowls in a row, and only reluctantly put down the bowl when her belly was full.
Xu Milu couldn't miss this cute little thought. She gently raised her chin, signaling Mo Xuan to brew another pot of hawthorn tea, so that the old lady wouldn't have indigestion from eating too much at once after not eating for so long.
Fearing that the other party might feel uncomfortable, Mo Xuan simply poured a cup of tea and then stood behind the counter.
The shop slowly started to get business, and a strangely shaped fairy with a frog's head came in, making a series of strange "squeaks and wails" noises.
"Caw—Caw—Madam Xu, this is a fine spirit stone I dug up from the bottom of the lake yesterday—its quality is excellent, croak. I'll give it to you as a plaything—I wonder how many meals it can be exchanged for—croak—"
Another weasel demon, with a weasel's head but not yet fully transformed, covered its face like a human while twisting its waist to pay with the wild ginseng in its hand. Most strangely, this weasel wore a large red flower on its head.
"Squeak squeak squeak... Squeak squeak squeak... My lady, I've heard that you have some wonderful fruits here that can make one's skin as white as jade. How about I exchange these old mountain ginseng for them?"
Just like humans, fairies aren't all purely good. Xu Milu could tell at a glance that the jade brought by the frog-headed fairy was an illusion, and while the ginseng brought by the weasel wasn't fake, it still had a small tooth mark on it—clearly, the other party had taken a bite out of it.
Having done business in Chang'an for so long, she was used to these things. Without saying a word, she pinched the stone and blew on it, and the glittering "spirit stone" turned into an ordinary rock.
"Mo Xuan".
She didn't speak, only calling out "Mo Xuan".
Black Dragon, enraged, rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the frog's head, and threw it outside, cursing under his breath:
"Well, that's fine! I only earn a few taels of silver a month. My job is to sweep, serve customers, and run errands all day long. That's how I manage to get a decent meal here with you, you little monster. You think you can just freeload? You don't think I'm going to swallow you whole!"
Frog Head looked miserable and cried:
"Quack! Grandpa Mo, please forgive me this time! I have two elderly parents to raise—and forty-one thousand two hundred and forty-seven little babies to feed. Please forgive me, since this is my first offense!"
"The first time you tried to fool my wife with fake stones, she was kind-hearted and, seeing that you had some little frogs to raise at home, she pretended not to know and let you take a basket of spiritual vegetables back with you. Now you dare to do it a second time?"
Without hesitation, Mo Xuan kicked the frog several times on its head and rear end. The frog then transformed back into its original form and hopped away—it was a large green frog.
“...I told you before when I was collecting medicinal herbs, I said that I don’t want any that have been bitten by snakes. If some kind of poisonous snake spirit has bitten this old ginseng, then this ginseng is unusable.”
Xu Milu picked up the old ginseng and the weasel from the table again and said helplessly:
"I told you long ago to cultivate diligently, and one day you would achieve enlightenment, but you refused to listen and went to ask someone for a 'silence'. How did you end up in this form after your transformation?"
Huang Jing has a unique method of cultivation: when he has achieved success in cultivation, he should find an ordinary person and ask him, "Do I look like a god or a human?"
If the mortal answers that it resembles a god, Huangjing can instantly become an immortal; if the answer is that it resembles a human, Huangjing can shed its demonic body and transform into a mortal, which would greatly benefit its cultivation.
"Seeking a title" requires an opportunity, and it must be done when the time is right. The right time, the right place, and the right people are all indispensable. Unfortunately, Huang Sanlang is lazy, gluttonous, and has unrealistic ideas. He went to seek a title before his cultivation was up to par, and before long, he turned into this strange person.
At this point, Huang Sanlang was filled with grief and indignation, and with his fingers trembling, he began to recount his accusations:
"It's all because of that day when I, the little demon, was blind and went to a drunkard to ask for a title. I originally thought I'd squat on the bridgehead and scare him, but who knew that drunkard would see me and say, 'You look like Xiao Yanhong from Yingchun Pavilion!' Waaaaah—poor little demon, a man of steel, has been reduced to this strange, neither-male-nor-female appearance..."
Xu Milu shook her head and reminded her, "I'm afraid you'll have to go through this for quite a while. Hu Silang will be bringing some wild game to my shop these days. You two have never gotten along, so don't run into each other again."
Huang Sanlang was the third son of the weasel family in the north of the city, while Hu Silang was the fourth son of Old Hu's family. The weasel and the fox were like natural enemies, always fighting whenever they met, and they would never stop until they had torn off an inch of each other's hair.
Every time these two fight, fox fur and weasel fur fly around the Mountain and Sea Restaurant, just like a snowfall.
—If Hu Silang saw Huang San's current appearance, he would probably provoke him again, and the two would end up fighting.
Huang Sanlang glared angrily, put his hands on his hips, and the big red flower by his ear trembled three times, making him look rather charming and coquettish.
"He dares?! I'll tear him to pieces!"
Xu Milu: "..."
See? I told you there would be aftereffects.
Mo Xuan, who was standing to the side, was almost laughing so hard he was about to burst.
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