Mao Fangfei deftly removed the chicken's skin, feathers and all, then sliced open its belly, revealing its internal organs and intestines, steaming hot.
"There are also relatively fresh corpses, the food in their stomachs hasn't been digested yet, the meat is still meat, the wine is still wine. My master said that in the past, when conditions were poor and people couldn't afford meat, they would take out this meat, wash it clean, and steam it to make a bowl of braised pork. By the way, it looks quite similar to the braised pork you made last night, Mom."
Mao Fangfei told the story with great enthusiasm, using vivid adjectives: "The color is about the same, light brown, not quite right. Mom, you never use rock sugar for coloring. The essence of making braised pork is coloring. To be honest, the braised pork you make looks worse than the pork I made from a dead person's stomach."
Fang's mother's face turned as green as spinach. Last night, she had unusually cooked a large bowl of braised pork, with more fat than lean meat. For Fang's mother, who was usually very frugal, such a bowl of meat was already extremely generous. Of course, it wasn't for Mao Fangfei, but for Fang Yanming. No matter what, Fang's mother still loved her own son.
However, Fang Yanming didn't give her much face. He only ate a small piece and then stopped eating. In the end, Fang Yanming even went outside to vomit that small piece. The food was not good in terms of color, aroma, or taste. Fang Yanming, who was used to the exquisite food in Pingjiang, really couldn't adapt to his mother's rough cooking style.
Whether eating at his mother-in-law's house or a friend's house, the dishes served to guests in Pingjiang are exquisite, with a wide variety of dishes but small portions, truly embodying the perfect combination of color, aroma, and taste. Not only does it look beautiful, but it also tastes delicious. When Fang Yanming first went to Pingjiang, he thought the locals were stingy, serving only two bites of a plate of food, barely enough to fill a tooth gap. But after a while, he got used to it and even started serving guests the same way. He found himself less accustomed to the rustic style of his hometown.
It was one thing to be rough, but Fang's mother's cooking skills were really not flattering. Not only was it messy, but the taste was also indescribable. Even Fang Yanming, who grew up eating this kind of food, couldn't stand it, let alone Mao Fangfei, who couldn't eat a single bite.
She could tolerate the bad taste, but Fang's mother's slovenliness disgusted her.
Once, she saw Fang's mother kneading dough in the kitchen. Halfway through, she came out to blow her nose, wiped her hands on her apron, and continued kneading without washing them. That dough eventually became the oil-splashed noodles for dinner, which the Fang family ate with great relish.
When Mao Fangfei saw those noodles, she was reminded of her mother blowing her nose, and she couldn't eat anymore; just looking at them made her feel full.
Enraged, Mao Fangfei disregarded seniority and hierarchy, deftly separating her heart, liver, spleen, lungs, stomach, and other organs, placing them in separate basins, their contents still steaming. The sight made the Fang family tremble with fear.
"The fur needs to be scalded with boiling water to remove, but the skin needs to be left," Chun Tao said, mustering her courage.
It's such a waste to see Mao Fangfei throwing away so much skin. It's not easy to slaughter a chicken to eat, and she can't even bear to throw away the chicken's tail, let alone the delicious chicken skin.
Mao Fangfei continued working without looking up, and said coldly, "I only know how to skin, why don't you pluck the fur?"
Chun Tao immediately shut up. How long would it take her to pluck dozens of chickens and ducks? Anyway, they weren't hers, so she didn't care if they were wasted.
"Stop it! Oh my god... How did I end up marrying such a spendthrift woman like you? My chickens... they're all laying eggs... the ducks are laying eggs too, and you've ruined them all... You... you... you can't lay eggs yourself, yet you come here to harm my chickens and ducks, you're up to no good!"
Fang's mother slapped her thigh and howled, heartbroken and unable to breathe.
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