Chapter 6 Chapter 6 Pickled Pepper Pork Liver

"Don't stand here, let's talk about this when we get home..."

Several people were standing in the middle of the road. People coming and going were all factory employees, and there were many familiar faces among them.

If I stand there any longer, there might be some nosy colleagues who will come up and ask me some questions.

Huang Qiuhong and Wu Ying had finished their whisper, and when she saw them coming back together, she couldn't hide the smile on her face.

Wu Ying, on the other hand, was obviously not as happy as when she first came.

After seeing Shi Xiangming, the displeasure in his eyes quickly disappeared with the friendly voice of "Auntie".

"Mom, can Sister Wang Nian make lunch today?"

Children cannot understand the adults' expressions and as soon as they enter the house, they jump and put the basket of vegetables on the tea table.

"Kid, what did your mother teach you? It's not right to let guests cook for you. Besides, you have to call her Auntie Wang, not Sister."

Huang Qiuhong glanced at Zhang Meili as she spoke, thinking that the child was just making trouble out of ignorance.

"No way!" Zhang Meili argued unconvincedly, grabbing Wang Nian's sleeve and shaking her: "Auntie Wang, tell me if I'm lying."

"Meili didn't lie, it's all my fault..."

Wang Nian had not eaten pork offal for several years. Unexpectedly, when he was buying meat at the vegetable market just now, the salesperson told him that Huang Qiuhong had someone save a piece of pork liver early on.

Many ways to cook pork liver suddenly popped up in my mind, and I described several of them to Zhang Meili on the way.

Unexpectedly, the little girl remembered it all the way, and she never took her eyes off the basket while the adults were talking.

"Since it was my Wang Nian who released her, let her cook tonight." Wu Ying said, her eyes passed over Shi Xiangming's face, and she added with a smile: "It's a good opportunity for everyone to taste her cooking skills."

Since the old lady has spoken, Wang Nian naturally has to act accordingly.

"Meili, take Auntie to the kitchen and I'll make you fried pork liver tonight."

Since entering the room, Shi Xiangming has been talking to Wu Ying in a respectful standing posture. He was finally patted on the shoulder by Jia Liang and was about to sit down.

I was just sitting next to the bench, and when I heard Wang Nian say this, I somehow subconsciously felt that I should go and help.

"I...I'll go and help."

As soon as he left the bench, he was suddenly pushed down by a hand. Zhang Liang laughed, "Don't make trouble. Stay in the room and talk to Accountant Wu."

Didn't you see that Wu Ying was obviously very satisfied after meeting Shi Xiangming? She must have a lot of detailed questions to ask next.

"I'm going to help Comrade Xiao Wang. You just came back from the provincial capital, so just sit down and have a good rest and drink some tea." Huang Qiuhong continued with a smile.

The kitchen is across the corridor, and three families share one kitchen.

There are three wood-burning stoves, the middle one belongs to Huang Qiuhong's family, and each stove has a large window to ensure light.

These three families are all neat and tidy, and they keep the stove and the floor clean.

It's because of the constant smoke and fire all year round that the roof is as black as the bottom of a pot, and you can smell the smell of firewood as soon as you walk into the house.

"Sister, look around and see if you need anything else. I'll go borrow some from the side."

Jia Liang and Huang Qiuhong are both from Anhuai. The main condiment in their home is soy sauce. It was only after coming to Anxi Township that they learned to eat chili peppers.

It’s humid in the mountains. If you don’t eat spicy food to drive away the cold, you’ll be prone to rheumatism when you get older.

Wang Nian didn't hesitate to take out the vegetable basket to see what was in it, then opened the cupboard and took a look.

"Director Huang..." As soon as she opened her mouth, Huang Qiuhong interrupted her with a smile: "Don't call me Director, just call me sister-in-law."

"Sister-in-law." Wang Nian smiled.

This was the signal released by Huang Qiuhong. Both of them knew exactly what it meant.

"Just tell me what you need. If the sister-in-law next door doesn't have it, go to the vegetable market and buy it."

"Prepare some pickled chili peppers, the kind that we Vinci people like best, and some green onions."

Vinci has several kinds of peppers. The hottest pepper is not very big, but it is so spicy that it makes you dizzy.

The stomach would definitely not be able to handle cooking directly, so everyone thought of pickling the chili peppers into kimchi.

When stir-frying meat dishes, cut two and throw them in. It will not be so spicy and still have a full Vinci flavor.

Wang Nian's family has two large jars of chili peppers, but... there is no meat to stir-fry.

Today there is pork liver and meat, so I have to use the pickled peppers that Wang Nian has been preparing for a long time.

"I've heard that you're a great cook. Let's have some at noon so we can have some extra food in our stomachs."

That being said, Wang Nian was not the type to waste food lavishly, so most of the dishes he prepared were stir-fried, so he would save on oil as much as possible.

One pound of pork hind leg meat, half a pound of pork liver, three tomatoes, and two handfuls of Chinese cabbage.

After sending Zhang Meili to the neighbor's house to borrow green onions, Huang Qiuhong whispered mysteriously into Wang Nian's ear that there were two chickens in the back hill and she wanted to go and see if there were any eggs.

After the mother and daughter left one after another, Wang Nian took out the pork and cut it into slices.

Nowadays, it takes at least a year for pork to be sold to the market. The hind legs of pigs are half fat and half lean, with the lean meat being purple in color and the fat being snow-white.

This kind of meat does not need to be battered, and it will not be dry even after being fried over high heat.

While there was no one in the room, Wang Nian moved his right hand slightly, sprinkled a little pepper with his fingertips, and then used some soy sauce to color and marinate.

Changhu soy sauce.

Looking at the ingredients list, there is only Changhu soybean, which has a fresh fragrance and you can even smell the scent of raw soybeans.

Wang Nian was once very curious about what other functions these seasonings had besides making the food taste better.

But after observing for a few days, I found that there was no change in the people around me.

Well...even if it just makes the food taste better, this golden finger can be removed from the list of chicken ribs.

After marinating the meat, Wang Niangang took out the pork liver and cut it into slices.

Huang Qiuhong, who had found two eggs, also hurried back and took out three more eggs from the bottom shelf of the cupboard, making a total of five eggs and handed them to Wang Nian.

There was both meat and eggs, it looked like they were planning on giving us a good treat at noon.

"Sister-in-law will be in charge of lighting the fire. Just let me know if you need any help."

Wang Nian smiled and nodded.

The washroom is next to the toilet at the end of the corridor. There are more than a dozen faucets in a row. People wash their hands and vegetables here.

Wang Nian took the dishes to the bathroom to wash them, and when he returned to the kitchen, he found a middle-aged woman in her thirties in the room.

The woman wore a red armband on her right arm, which seemed to have the word "Administrator" written on it.

"This is my sister Wang Nian." Huang Qiuhong smiled and pulled Wang Nian over, then introduced the woman: "This is the manager of our single lesbian dormitory. You can just call her Sister Hu."

Wang Nian understood Huang Qiuhong's meaning. It was not appropriate to publicize it before the matter was finalized, so she followed suit and called out "Sister Hu".

"Sister Huang's sister is really pretty." Sister Hu smiled, then suddenly changed the subject and snorted: "Unlike my sister-in-law, she doesn't do any housework at all."

Wang Nian just smiled, then turned around shyly and continued cutting vegetables.

Sister Hu had no intention of talking to Wang Nian about her family affairs. She was simply feeling upset and wanted to talk to Huang Qiuhong about it.

Sister Hu's sister-in-law Lu Cuiyun came to Factory 431 from her hometown two years ago. To put it nicely, she came to help take care of her nephews and nieces, but in fact, she came to be the eldest daughter.

"Sister, you see, my husband gave gifts everywhere to find her a job at a vegetable market, but... guess what happened?" At this point, Sister Hu's chest heaved with anger, and she seemed to be having trouble breathing. She raised her hand and patted her chest before continuing, "She despised it and thought it was dirty! She thought it was dirty!"

After just two years of living a frugal life in the factory, I suddenly found myself disliking the job of cleaning the vegetable market.

This was not what made Sister Hu the most angry... Lu Cuiyun actually talked behind people's backs in front of the introducer, which made her so angry that her face turned pale on the spot.

"Tell me, how is my husband going to live in the future?"

Huang Qiuhong raised her head from behind the stove, her eyes first falling on the nimble Wang Nian, and then turned to look at Sister Hu.

"Technician Lu should have spoken kindly to Cuiyun and known what to say and what not to say."

"As long as my mother-in-law is here, no one dares to interfere in the family."

Sister Hu wanted to stop complaining, so she rolled up her sleeves, opened the net bag and took out the cabbage resignedly.

Who knew that when he turned around, he saw Wang Nian picking up the pot-washing bucket and preparing to go out, and his anger started to boil from the bottom of his heart again.

"A lazy bastard like this has the nerve to ask Rongzi to find her a job as a factory executive. Auntie, tell me... who would be interested in someone like her."

Sister Hu's voice came from far away, and there seemed to be some crying in it.

Wang Nian slowed down his pace.

Through the corridor, you can see the houses hidden in the lush trees in the distance, and the tops of the buildings are shrouded in mist.

Even those who were walking on the path in the forest seemed unreal.

"Auntie Wang, what are you looking at?"

Zhang Meili came running down the stairs with a buzz of noise, and in the blink of an eye she saw Wang Nian standing in the corridor in a daze, so she went up to him curiously and started to look.

"Just taking a look." Wang Nian took a large green onion with a dry and cracked skin and turned back to the bathroom.

Life in the factory is many times better than in the village.

No wonder everyone wants to go to the city…

“…”

Once the wood stove was lit, the room began to fill with pungent smoke, which did not improve even with all three windows open.

After complaining about her grievances, Sister Hu still resigned herself to her fate and started cooking.

It was this kitchen that made my eyes unconsciously drift towards the middle this afternoon.

The fragrance mixed in the smoke blew onto Sister Hu's face along with the wind, and the saliva in her throat kept being swallowed but still could not be stopped.

Even the meat I eat in the factory restaurant is not as delicious as this one.

The thin pork liver rolls in the oil pan and is quickly scooped out, then stir-fried with pickled peppers and green onions.

The spatula was stirred in the pot a few times, and the spicy and fragrant aroma spread.

Sister Hu swallowed her saliva again...I wonder how delicious it would be if she had that plate of pork liver with rice.

Zhang Meili on the side readily spoke out what was in Sister Hu's mind, and at lightning speed she stole a piece of the food and stuffed it into her mouth.

"good……"

Before he could finish the last word, Huang Qiuhong slapped him hard in the face.

"You little bitch, you have no manners at all."

It does smell good, but you can’t eat it in front of guests.

Zhang Meili didn't care about her mother's rage, she licked her fingers aggrievedly: "I'm just worried that I won't be able to eat later."

Wang Nian didn't say anything, but turned around, picked up a small bowl from the side, and scooped up half a bowl.

"I'll leave some food for you to eat slowly in the evening."

Normally, when guests come to the house, there is no room for them to sit down, and children are not allowed to sit at the table. Their parents just give them a few dishes with their chopsticks and send them away.

Wang Nian remembered that in her previous life, whenever her grandfather met visitors, he would save a bowl of delicious food for her.

Maybe it was just a small preference, but it was enough for Wang to remember it for decades.

And now...she warmed another child's heart with the same action.

Unhappy children are in a hurry to grow up.