The spicy food you want is still in the pot!"
Everyone looked in the direction of Du Heng's finger and saw five sausages firmly placed on the bamboo steaming rack. After being cooked by steam, the sausages went from being dehydrated and shrunken to being tight.
Each sausage is bright red, and the spicy taste subtly touches everyone's nerves.
Du Heng took out a white plate and put all the sausages on it: "This needs to cool down a bit before cutting, otherwise the meat inside will fall apart."
Jing Nan stretched out his claws unceremoniously: "Why cut it? Just eat one each." After saying that, he opened his mouth and bit the sausage. Only the sound of the casing splitting open could be heard.
Jing Nan's eyes suddenly widened: "Ah! Spicy!!"
The author has something to say: I haven't eaten sausages and bacon for a long time. Nowadays, pigs are more expensive than me. I can't afford them. I miss the authentic Sichuan sausages and bacon. The soup used to cook sausages and bacon can also be used to cook radishes or winter melons, which taste spicy.
When I went to my uncle's house, my aunt made sausages and cut them into small pieces for us kids to eat. Delicious~
There are also pine and cypress branches growing on the hill behind my grandmother's house. After the rain, there is white moisture on the hill. The smell of the air there is different from where I live now. The ants there are very big and will bite people, but other small animals are very friendly.
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