Chapter 51 Lamb bone meatballs, the skin peeling master is online!

After getting the authority to be the main chef, Mingdai asked what side dishes were available.

Aunt Huang said embarrassedly that now only radishes and cabbages were enough, nothing else.

Ming Dai nodded: "These two are enough. I have some vermicelli here. If I chop them up a bit, everyone can eat them. But how do you arrange the meal?"

Huang didn't expect Ming Dai to bring fans with her, so she felt a little embarrassed and quickly said, "Each family brought their own food, so we don't have to worry about that."

"Then please ask Auntie and Sister-in-law to prepare the cabbage and radishes. I will take Zhou Sinian to skin the sheep."

Auntie Huang secretly glanced at Zhou Sinian who was looking at Ma: "Is he okay? He scared me to death yesterday!"

Ming Dai was a little embarrassed: "Auntie, I'm sorry, I didn't think about it yesterday. He didn't mean it. He just wanted to tell you that the sheep's blood must be drained clean before it tastes good."

Aunt Huang patted her chest in fear and said, "How can I blame you for this? If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be able to eat mutton soup. I'm just afraid that I'll get you into trouble."

Ming Xiaolucha showed weakness at the right time: "He didn't do anything, he was just angry that I gave up the sheep, so I have to make the mutton soup today, otherwise..."

Aunt Huang looked at her distressedly: "Poor girl, how could you let a madman get entangled with you?"

Ming Dai sniffed with red eyes: "Auntie, it's okay, let's get to work!"

What a pure jasmine flower!

Aunt Huang responded promptly and started preparing with her daughter-in-law.

Mingdai ran to the stable to discuss the matter of separating the sheep with Zhou Sinian, who had frightened the horses so much that they almost knelt down.

Zhou Sinian agreed, but refused to carry the sheep on his back because he hated the smell of sheep.

In the end, it was Mrs. Huang who carried the sheep to the river bank, and Mingdai helped by hanging the sheep on a tree.

When they came over with the sheep on their backs, the villagers were washing radishes in the stream. In the cold river water, their calves were frozen and turned redder than the radishes. It was really torture for them, so they were particularly looking forward to the stewed mutton soup at noon.

At this moment, seeing Aunt Huang coming with the sheep, he couldn't help but glance over there.

The children were instantly excited, put down their carrots and ran over.

The adults didn't care. It was a rare opportunity for them to see a sheep being slaughtered, so they could watch it if they wanted.

But because the madman was there, the children just watched from a distance and didn't dare to get close.

The sheep was seen hanging upside down on the tree by its feet. The madman pulled out the three-edged bayonet that terrified the people of Liujiawan and walked towards the sheep.

The children covered their mouths and watched the madman skin the sheep.

The people from the educated youth center were also there, and they were a little jealous of Mingdai who came to help.

Song Lanlan raised her swollen hands and blew a breath into them. She rolled her eyes at Mingdai on the shore and said, "You don't even know your own worth. Don't ruin this nice pot of mutton soup!"

Chen Erhong looked worriedly at the smiling Mingdai, then at the frowning Fang Mingyang, and said nothing.

Liu Yan was also very angry and followed suit: "Ming Dai's family is from the west of the city, so she must have never had mutton soup before. I don't know if she can make it?"

After saying this, he also looked at Fang Rou and Qi Zhijun who were working nearby, highlighting their closeness.

Fang Rou ignored her and just stared at the madman with his arms raised in a daze. She felt that the gap between what happened and her memory was getting bigger and bigger.

Qi Zhijun was attracted by the bayonet in the madman's hand. His family also lived in a military compound, so he was naturally familiar with these weapons.

But the madman's dagger obviously looked different from ordinary military daggers.

Could it be that this lunatic has some extraordinary background?

Seeing that neither of them responded, Song Lanlan laughed at Liu Yan: "Haha, you are being sentimental!"

Liu Yan's face quickly turned red, and she made up an excuse: "I don't know if the madman can skin a sheep. This is a technical job. The owner of the mutton restaurant I often go to said that it takes three years to learn the skill of skinning a sheep."

Song Lanlan's eyes were rolling to the sky. Just show off that you have been to a mutton restaurant!

Next, Zhou Sinian’s action was to slap him in the face.

Watching the madman cut without hesitation, the tip of the knife slid smoothly aside the sheepskin, winding along the joints, sometimes turning, sometimes chopping, the movements were smooth and flowing, and quite entertaining to watch.

This is what Mingdai thinks.

Others: Madmen are really scary. How many people must he have killed to become so familiar with them?

Liu Yan/Song Lanlan: Wow, he is so scary!

Fang Rou: Is the madman so powerful?

Qi Zhijun: What a pity that such a good dagger is in the hands of a madman.

Soon, a perfect sheepskin was taken off. He threw it eight feet away in disgust, but it was picked up by Aunt Huang.

She showed it to Ming Dai cheerfully: "Little Miss Ming, wait for your aunt to wash and saltpeter it for you, then you can make a sheepskin jacket to wear."

Mingdai did not refuse and agreed with a smile.

Soon, Zhou Sinian began to cut the meat, and wherever the bayonet went, the flesh and bones were separated. Everyone watched quietly, not daring to make a sound. Only Mingdai held the basket and caught the pieces of meat and bones he threw down.

Soon, the whole sheep was disassembled completely.

Zhou Sinian gestured a few times with the knife and looked at the basket of meat and the basket of bones with great satisfaction.

I had a great time today!

Mrs. Huang rushed to wash the meat and the skeleton. A layer of oil spread in the water, which made the people happy.

Aunt Huang took the sheep intestines and stomachs downstream to wash them.

After everything was processed, we carried the basket to the brigade headquarters, where there was a large iron pot left over from the previous canteen, which was perfect for cooking mutton soup.

Aunt Huang and the others went to wash the pot, while Mingdai carried the skeleton and asked Zhou Sinian to look for the nest.

The Diwozi is a mortar and pestle, which is widely used in rural areas to grind food.

Mingdai took out the big bones and pounded them into small sections with a pestle and mortar. She also chopped the sheep spine into small sections and pounded them in the pestle.

Zhou Sinian's knocking quickly attracted Aunt Huang's attention.

She looked very surprised and said, "My mother is here. I never knew that bones can be eaten."

Mingdai watched as the lamb's spine was smashed into meat paste, so she asked Zhou Sinian to stop and scoop out the meat paste and put it in a basin.

"My dear, what are you doing here?"

Aunt Huang came over quietly and watched Mingdai beat two eggs into the bowl, put in two handfuls of noodles and some seasonings.

Ming Dai answered while stirring: "Auntie, this is to make mutton bone meatballs. Isn't it less wasteful this way? There are many of us, so it would be good if we could give one to each of us."

Aunt Huang became more and more satisfied with Mingdai. This girl from the city was not only not timid at all, but also a good cook. Wow, it was really hard to find such a good girl in the whole town.

She is still young. If she were two years older, she would have wanted to ask if she was willing to marry the third son of their family.

On second thought, they are from the city and might look down on people from the country.

However, Xiao Ming was a educated youth with a special background, and the old man briefly told her about her situation, so it was really possible to keep this golden phoenix.

But now Xiao Ming is still a young educated youth, and there is a madman holding him back, so let's talk about it later.

What if her third son is so lucky?

Aunt Huang smiled as she watched Mingdai skillfully pinching the little meatballs and putting them into the pot, secretly thinking that the third son's marriage would be delayed by two years.

Mingdai was happily cooking and had no idea that Aunt Huang was planning to take her home to be her daughter-in-law.