Chapter 323: The Living Are More Than the Dead
The next day, three o'clock in the morning.
It was still dark, and Su Chen quietly pushed open the door of the next bedroom.
A furry little head was resting steadily on the small pillow, with its mouth breathing in and out, as if it was having a sweet dream.
Seeing Nuonuo's peaceful sleeping face, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
"Go to sleep~"
The little girl hadn't been to school for a long time, and she must be exhausted from suddenly going to kindergarten.
Of course, I am the same as before, and I received a five-day corporate animal experience card.
It's really tiring to have to go to the cafeteria to work so early in the morning.
Half an hour later, Su Chen and Butler Ding arrived at the funeral home cafeteria on time.
In front of the stall, the delivered ingredients are neatly arranged.
We have pork today, and it’s the pork from the trough head, which is the part of the pig’s neck. The combination of fat and lean meat is just right, and there is less fascia. It’s obviously a good thing at first glance.
The side dishes are also quite rich, including pork ribs, chicken racks, pickled radish cubes, fried peanuts, chopped green onions, coriander, etc.
Based on these things, Su Chen quickly searched for the recipes given by the system.
Just make crispy whistle noodles.
In this place, crispy whistle = Guizhou marijuana, and the locals love it.
It just so happened that those pieces of trough meat had smooth skin and the right amount of fat and lean meat, making them the perfect material for making this.
Butler Ding was busy washing meat when he heard the new word "crisp whistle" and was stunned.
Su Chen chuckled.
Crispy whistle is actually crispy meat sauce.
It is called Cuishao because there is no rolled tongue pronunciation in Guiyang dialect, and "sao" and "shao" are homophones. Over time, the term Cuishao has been used to this day.
Su Chen stood in front of the chopping board and took the piece of meat cleaned by Butler Ding.
The knife in his hand flew up and down, and soon, the big piece of meat turned into small pieces the size of a thumb.
"Sizzle—"
Heat the pan with cold oil and pour the diced meat into the pan.
This oil needs to be boiled slowly, otherwise it will become mushy if you are too impatient.
Pick up the spatula and stir gently. As the oil temperature rises, the diced meat begins to spit out oil, the surface shrinks and becomes slightly charred, and the greasy lard shines in the pan.
Seeing that it was almost done, Butler Ding hurried forward to turn off the fire and pour out the excess oil.
In a flash, Su Chen had also prepared the soul sauce.
The mellowness of the sweet wine sauce, the salty and fresh taste of the soy sauce, the sourness of the aged vinegar, and the sweetness of the white sugar danced a waltz in the bowl.
With a flick of the wrist, the sauce entered the pot, instantly stirring up a wave of oil. The diced meat rolled in the sea of sauce and was gradually covered with an amber coat.
"After collecting the juice, there's one last step: using white wine to enhance the flavor."
As he spoke, Su Chen took out a bottle of high-proof liquor from the cabinet, and just like a little girl spraying perfume, he just did the right thing and gently poured a few drops into the pot.
“Get out of the pot!”
At Su Chen's command, Butler Ding quickly brought over a stainless steel trough.
The golden crispy whistles fell into the trough with a tinkling sound, shiny, crispy and tempting.
Butler Ding couldn't help it, and while Su Chen turned around, he quickly picked up a piece and threw it into his mouth.
With a "crack", the crispy shell breaks between the teeth, the fat of the fat melts on the tip of the tongue, the fibers of the lean meat are chewy, and the mouth is full of rich meaty aroma.
"Uncle Ding," Su Chen said jokingly while wiping the chopping board without looking back.
"You need to change your habit of stealing food. When guests come later, don't eat all the crispy whistles as snacks."
Butler Ding blushed when he heard this.
It was discovered again.
He quickly wiped the grease from his mouth and tried to make excuses.
"Hey, isn't this so fragrant? Just smelling this fragrance makes me hungry."
"Don't be impatient. We're just getting started. Let the crispy whistles cool down a bit before they become even crispier. Then, pair them with rice noodles, pour over the broth, and sprinkle with pickled radish and peanuts..."
Before Su Chen finished speaking, Butler Ding nodded repeatedly.
The crispy whistle does have a strong pig flavor when eaten alone. Now I am waiting for the crispy whistle powder to be finished.
…
Security guard Lao Zhou has never felt that time passed as unbearably as it did this morning.
As a veteran in the world of slacking off, he had already mastered the "open eyes and close eyes" technique to the highest level.
I open my eyes and a day has passed. I open them again and another month has passed.
Except for opening the door, he snored secretly the rest of the time and slept soundly.
But today, his method of slacking off didn't work.
It was only five in the morning, and there was already a crowd outside the funeral home.
Old Zhou rubbed his sleepy eyes and counted the heads.
My goodness, there are more living people than dead people.
"Are you all family members of the deceased?"
Old Zhou yawned, stood up and walked to the door, knocking on the blood-red notice on the door: No one except the family of a bereaved family is allowed to enter.
Although this notice has the disadvantage of being a one-size-fits-all approach.
But at least the problem of minced meat powder distribution has been solved from the source.
Anyway, Lao Zhou personally agrees with it. After all, he was so angry last night that he didn't even get a bowl of noodles for midnight snack because he went there late. He almost died on the spot.
"Yes, yes, yes! We are. This is a funeral home. Who has the time to come to a funeral home?"
At the front of the team was a young man with dyed yellow hair.
"Please let us in."
Old Zhou narrowed his eyes. There was something wrong with this young man. He looked like he was here to eat for free.
"May I ask the deceased's name? What was his relationship to you?"
Huangmao immediately took over and said:
"My third uncle's distant cousin just passed away yesterday, and I'm here to see him off for the last time."
"oh?"
Old Zhou raised his eyebrows and opened the notebook with saliva.
"There are five deceased people waiting in line for cremation today. Three are surnamed Hu and two are surnamed Li. What is your third uncle's surname and name?"
"My surname..." Huang Mao said firmly, "My surname is Hu!"
Old Zhou almost couldn't hold back his laughter and tapped the registration book in his hand.
"Oh, I was mistaken. There's no one named Hu here. You'd better leave."
After he finished speaking, Huangmao slapped his forehead and quickly changed his words.
"Oops, I remembered it wrong! His last name is Li!"
"I'm sorry, there's no one named Li here."
Huangmao was so angry that sweat broke out on his forehead.
Damn, this old man looks honest and simple, but he actually cheated! How careless!
He quickly took out his wallet.
"Uncle, how about this? I'll give you some hard work money, and you just let me in. I promise, I'll just eat a bowl of noodles and leave after I'm done!"
Old Zhou glanced at the banknotes in his hand and shook his head.
"Young man, who do you think I am? This is a funeral home. If you really want to eat noodles, go find a breakfast shop downtown."
It's not that he is really so upright, it's mainly because the kid doesn't know how to do things and is making too much fuss.
Alas, it’s useless!
Seeing that being soft was not working, Huangmao's expression changed immediately.
"Old man, why are you so rigid? It's just a bowl of noodles. Why take it so seriously?"
Old Zhou was not angry either.
"Young man, I won't let you in because you need to work on your acting skills. Look at the person behind you, they are the real family members."
…
(End of this chapter)
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