Chapter 5 Chapter 5 Fried potato slices with oil residue.
It is said that when Aunt Xu heard her grandson say that he wanted to eat braised pork in red sauce, isn’t that just braised pork?
It's not difficult. Just chop the meat into pieces, add water and simmer it. She served this meat on the table for dinner that day.
Feng Xingba pouted when he saw the pale piece of meat.
As expected, it tasted fishy and woody, so I spat it out.
"Mother, this is not braised pork."
If he can’t eat what he wants, he will throw away his chopsticks and start crying.
It was only when the twelve-year-old Feng Fuzhen pinched the younger brother's arm that he looked like he was about to cry but didn't dare to, and went to eat some white rice obediently.
"Did you take Wang Li to the back mountain again today?"
After the meal, Feng Fuzhen, his sister, questioned him.
"Brother Ali, take me to catch crickets."
Feng Xingba took out the cricket jar from under the bed, and the crickets inside were chirping happily.
Feng Fuzhen snorted, "He only comes every day when our fruits are ripe. He won't let you play before."
The other side.
There were two thatched houses with a courtyard. The chickens raised in the courtyard flapped their wings in fright at the people running past.
"Aunt, please don't ask me to play with Feng Xingba anymore."
Wang Li ran home with a red face and yelled at Wang Mazi.
Wang Mazi, who was resting on the couch with his legs crossed, sat up when he heard the sound, took out all the sand apples from the child's sleeve pocket, took a bite and it made his teeth sore.
"Why are you picking some sand apples? You should pick some dates and chestnuts; those expensive ones are more delicious."
"If you want to pick it, go pick it yourself. Erfeng can see it." Wang Li's face was burning with embarrassment and he became more and more angry.
"Why would an adult like me go? It's not a big deal for you as a little boy. You can just play with Feng Xingba and pick some of his fruits to eat when you get tired and thirsty. What does Ji Erfeng have to do with it? Did she stop you from picking them?"
"……No."
Wang Li recalled those autumn days when Ji Feng, herding pigs, would sometimes see him picking fruits without doing anything else and never said a word.
He couldn't say that the flesh he had defiled on her today was stolen, and that was why she was trying to embarrass him.
After holding it in for a long time, he muttered "no", then he went to the couch with a loud noise and lay down with his back facing outwards.
"I won't go there anymore. If you want to steal cucumbers, dates, or chestnuts, go steal them yourself.
Just be careful not to get caught again and be beaten all the way."
"You little idiot! You're making up stories about your father!"
Wang Mazi wanted to teach him a lesson with a broom, but was stopped by his wife Cao who came in with her little daughter Wang Mian in her arms.
"Don't let your child do sneaky things all the time. When he grows up, he will know right from wrong. He won't be gossiped about behind his back and feel ashamed."
"Who is gossiping? Who doesn't know that the Feng family's back hills are full of fruit trees and that there are many bamboo shoots in spring? Otherwise, wouldn't you be scrambling to get a job herding pigs?
"Erfeng from the Ji family probably didn't know how much she had even after eating and taking home! If she could only afford meat, it must be from the money she earned from selling fruit!"
Wang Mazi also smelled the meaty smell in the afternoon. It was so fragrant.
His stomach had grumbled countless times.
At sunset, Ji Feng returned home carrying a bundle of firewood and a big potato.
Ji Xu was sweeping wood chips in the yard. The rough firewood he had carried back yesterday had been chopped and placed under the eaves in the afternoon, making the area in front of the house seem empty.
"Sister, the meat you cook is so delicious that even Feng Xingba is craving for it.
Look, I gave him some meat and got a big potato. Do you want to make potato soup for dinner?"
The so-called potato soup is made by cutting potatoes into pieces, boiling them in water, and then adding some salt. It tastes bland and has no flavor, but it can fill you up.
"Let's make fried potatoes with oil residue. It's fresh, crispy, and goes well with rice."
Stir-fry? Ji Feng found it novel, thinking that this must be something her sister learned in the Chang'an Palace, just like the bamboo steamer she mentioned.
The only cooking methods she knew were roasting, frying, slicing, boiling, steaming, braising, stewing, making soups, pan-frying, and deep-frying. Roasting, frying, and slicing were mostly used on meat. She had heard that the Feng family would roast lamb heart and slicing fish, and that cooked pig meat could be seen during village sacrifices.
At home, we mostly use stews and soups, which can be cooked by just adding water; frying and deep-frying consume too much oil and are not edible, so we will fry a few dishes to satisfy our hunger during the New Year.
What was "炒" (stir-fry)? She went to see.
I saw Ji Xu first wash and peel the big potatoes, then cut the potato flesh into thin slices. The potato slices showed a fresh purple color.
Heat oil in a pot, add some oil residue obtained from refining oil at noon, and sprinkle a handful of wild peppers found in Niupi Mountain in the afternoon to stimulate the spicy taste. Pour in the potatoes and stir-fry quickly. Finally, season with sauce and salt and serve in broken bamboo baskets.
A plate of bright purple and mouth-watering fried potatoes with oil residue is ready.
Served with pre-cooked rice kept warm on the stove.
Every bite of the dish is fresh, spicy and crispy, and occasionally you can get some crispy and fragrant oil residue, which makes it a great addition to your meal.
Ji Feng and Ji Zhu had some sweat on their foreheads while eating, but they felt extremely refreshed.
There is nothing more joyful than having a full meal.
"Sister, this is the first time I've eaten such delicious potatoes." This kind of potatoes were grown at home before, but the potato soup made from them didn't taste like this.
It seems that the "speculation" is really extraordinary.
Ji Zhu ate so much that she shook her head and her stomach became bloated.
After the meal was finished, Ji Xu was very happy and satisfied.
Ji Feng took the initiative to wash the pots and dishes.
When she was cleaning, she saw a clay basin covered with linen on the stove.
"Sister, what's in the pottery basin?"
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Changed the title of the book~
Note:
Amu and Aung: mother and father.
Big Mother and Big Father: Grandmother and Grandfather.
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