Chapter 52 Sausage
It was too late, so Jian Mo lit two oil lamps to make it easier to cook.
Under the dim oil lamps, Qing Kuang quickly cut the meat.
Jian Mo ground the seasoning powder and prepared the side dishes. He had never eaten hairy horned beast meat, but from the smell, it should be fishy and need more seasoning powder to marinate.
Qing Kuang watched from the side and said, "The seasoning powder you have should be the most complete in the entire tribe."
Jian Mo looked at the row of seasoning powders on the shelf and rarely refuted: "It's possible. Mainly because I collected some myself, and Wu Jiong would bring them for me when he went out. You would also bring them for me when you saw them. Over time, I accumulated more varieties."
Qing Kuang: "The seasoning powder will be of greatest use in your hands. It would be a waste to give it to others."
Jian Mo smiled: "You say that because you have a good relationship with me."
Qing Kuang: "That's what I thought when my relationship with you was not that good. How do you cook the meat of the hairy-horned beast?"
Jian Mo: "Dry stir-fry. I'll heat the slate and stir-fry quickly, and then keep it hot on the slate."
This quality of beast meat would probably taste better if it was stir-fried with heavy ingredients and high heat.
Jian Mo cooked very quickly. When Wu Jiong and the others finished processing the meat and carried it back in the pottery jar, he was almost done with the meal.
There were six people eating tonight. He and Qing Kuang cooked five dishes and one soup. The portions were large, but there were three adult beastmen, so they should be able to finish them.
There were two dishes related to hairy horns. In addition to the dry pot of hairy horn meat, he also made a stew with pickled vegetables and hairy horn entrails, which was also bubbling on the fire.
As soon as Ban Ming entered the house, he sniffed: "What a nice smell!"
Jian Mo brought out the hot dishes and chopsticks: "Then you have to eat more, don't leave any leftovers."
Ban Ming rolled up his sleeves: "Hehe, you underestimate me too much. With me here, how can you not finish the food?"
Everyone sat around the fire pit, even the little cat Banchu had a small bowl filled with meat pie that didn't have such a strong smell.
Ban Ming picked up the dried horn meat with his first chopsticks, stuffed a large handful into his mouth, and blew on it: "Delicious! Brother Jian Mo, your cooking skills are worthy of it. This is the most delicious horn meat I have ever tasted!"
Jian Mo also took a bite with doubt. The horn meat was very coarse and hard to chew. It was a bit tasteless, but the fishy smell and other strange smells were suppressed, and the pot smell came up. It was indeed not bad.
Qing Kuo: "Jian Mo, your cooking skills are really amazing. I guess everything you cook will taste good."
Jian Mo said modestly: "No, there are some dishes that I can't cook well."
While chatting, Jian Mo observed Wu Jiong's expression with the corner of his eyes.
There was a fire in the fire pit, so they didn't light the oil lamp.
Wu Jiong's face was half hidden in the darkness. He controlled his brows from wrinkling, but his expression was not very happy.
Maybe beastmen have a keen sense of smell, and he has higher requirements for food to a certain extent, so he doesn't like hairy-horned beast meat very much.
Jian Mo asked why they saw so many hairy-horned beasts when they went to collect honey blocks before, and he never tried to catch them.
It turns out that he doesn't like them very much.
Jian Mo looked at Wu Jiong trying to force himself to swallow the meat, and felt a little funny in his heart.
Jian Mo glanced around and saw that Ban Ming and the others were not paying attention to this side. He suddenly moved his shoulder closer to Wu Jiong and whispered: "If it tastes bad, give it to me."
Wu Jiong also whispered: "No need."
Jian Mo smiled and took the hairy-horned beast meat from his bowl: "I think the hairy-horned beast meat is okay, you can eat something else."
Before Ban Ming and the others could react and make fun of him, Jian Mo had already taken the meat and sat up straight, looking as if nothing had happened.
Wu Jiong sat in the dim light, and his ears suddenly turned a little red. Qing
Kuang noticed it, but said nothing, and Ban Ming and the others really didn't notice it.
Ban Ming also said to Jian Mo: "Brother Jian Mo, the chopsticks in your tribe are really easy to use. Once you get used to it, you can pick up whatever you want. It's much more convenient than grabbing with your hands."
Di Ya: "Grabbing with your hands will burn your hands."
Ban Ming: "Yes! You can't pick up the dishes you want with a spoon."
Jian Mo: "As long as you like it, eat more."
The six people finished the five dishes and one soup.
After eating and drinking, Ban Ming hugged the little spotted bird with a bulging belly and said goodbye to Jian Mo: "Brother Jian Mo, your cooking is really delicious. We're going back first, and you can come to our house for dinner next time."
Qing Kuang waved his hand: "You guys should go back to the house quickly. It's cold outside, no need to see you off."
Spotted bird shook its tail on Ban Ming's shoulder: "Goodbye, brother Jian Mo."
Qing Kuang and his family left quickly.
Jian Mo looked at the two large jars of meat in the yard and said to Wu Jiong, "The meat seems okay. Let's see what to do with it tomorrow?"
Wu Jiong took a look and didn't refute, but he didn't agree with his words "the meat is okay".
Jian Mo smiled and pushed him, "Come on, take a shower and go to bed first. You've been out all day today and you're really tired."
Wu Jiong: "You take a shower first."
Jian Mo didn't refuse: "Then bring me more water."
Last night, because he was in a good mood, Jian Mo liked the two large jars of meat.
When he got up the next morning to clean up, Jian Mo smelled the fishy smell and felt that it was a bit difficult to handle.
Wu Jiong didn't like this meat. He felt it was just average and didn't like it very much.
There was so much meat, I wonder when I can finish it?
Should I give it to someone else? But every family in the tribe got some hairy-horned beast meat, so who would trade it?
Jian Mo felt a little depressed.
While basking in the sun in the open space, Qing Kuang knew what he was thinking and said to him, "Didn't you say it could be made into bacon? It would taste better if it were made into bacon."
Jian Mo: "I don't think it would work. It's too lean and has no fat. It might lack flavor if it were made into bacon."
When the others heard that Jian Mo didn't know how to cook hairy-horned beast meat, they felt it was a little strange and made suggestions:
"Fry it into meat cubes? If fish cubes can be fried, meat cubes will certainly be fine!"
"It seems like it could be marinated into salted meat. When you want to eat it, just slice it thinly and it would taste good when eaten with stems."
"I think it's okay to cook it in salt water."
"Hahaha, isn't your family famous for being not picky about eaters? This method probably won't work for someone like Jian Mo who is a great cook, right?"
Jian Mo thanked everyone for their suggestions and bowed, saying, "I'd better make it into sausage."
As soon as he said this, almost everyone pricked up their ears.
Qing Kuo: "What kind of sausage?"
Jian Mo: "Haven't you done it before? You stuff meat into sausage casings to make sausage."
Qing Kuo asked in confusion: "Isn't that bacon? Didn't you say you didn't want to make it into bacon?"
Jian Mo shook his head: "It's not bacon, it's sausage. I have to make it into minced meat first, season it, and then stuff it into the sausage casing." Jian
Mo wanted to say starch sausage, but then he thought, starch is so precious now, how can he have extra starch to make starch sausage? It's better to put more meat and make it pure meat sausage.
Everyone had nothing to do, and when they heard that there was something fresh to eat, they became interested and expressed their desire to watch.
Jian Mo simply took them home and planned to take the meat to deal with it.
Jian Mo: "It's a bit difficult to cut it by hand. I want to take it to the stone mortar and pound it into minced meat. Although it's a bit difficult to carry, it's much better than cutting it at home."
Qing Kuang saw him put the meat into the backpack and said, "What's so difficult about this? I'll call Ban Ming to help carry it."
Qing Kuang went outside and shouted, and Ban Ming quickly came with the young beastmen to help carry the meat.
Jian Mo saw that there were many people, so he went to the cave to get the frozen fat meat.
He wanted to use the fat meat to make oil before, but he was busy and didn't have time. Now it's just right to take it out to make sausage.
Everyone crowded around Jian Mo to the mortar and asked, "What should we do next?"
Jian Mo took a look and said, "First, clean the mortar." Jian
Mo didn't need to do anything. The people around him immediately fetched water and cleaned the mortar with dry grass: "Then what?"
Jian Mo: "Then put the meat in and pound it into minced meat."
In fact, this step can also be done by hand, but it is too troublesome to do it by hand, so it is better to put it directly into the mortar.
Jian Mo took out the fat and lean meat from the basket, put it into the mortar, and poured fruit wine and seasoning powder into it: "Just pound it directly."
The beastmen who came to watch volunteered: "Brother Jian Mo, you guys take a rest first, we will do it." The
young beastmen had plenty of strength, and soon stepped on the big wooden pole and pounded the meat inside.
Jian Mo stood by with a big wooden stick. Every time they pounded, he would stick the stick in and turn the meat over.
When turning, the key is to be quick-eyed and quick-handed, as well as to coordinate well.
Everyone watched for a while and said they knew how to do it, so they arranged for people to take turns with Jian Mo.
Jian Mo's hands were almost numb from swinging the stick while turning the meat.
Now that someone was taking his place, he was just happy to have someone help him.
After pounding for a while, Jian Mo signaled everyone to stop, then reached in with his washed hands and picked out the fascia from the minced meat.
The meat fibers of the hairy-horned beast are very thick, and there is a lot of fascia inside, so he picked out half a basin of it in a short while.
Qing Kuang poked his head out to take a look: "Are we going to throw these away?"
Jian Mo was reluctant: "Give them to Jiujiu, Jiujiu shouldn't mind."
Qing Kuang: "It's good to raise a flying beast."
After picking up the fascia, Jian Mo asked others to continue pounding.
Soon, the pieces of meat underneath turned into fine minced meat, the kind that was hard to catch.
Jian Mo used a large spoon to scoop the minced meat into a wooden basin, then put it in the snow to cool it down, and then pounded the second batch of meat.
The others cooperated tacitly and continued pounding quickly.
Jian Mo took the casings and asked everyone to help clean them, scrape off the grease, and then fill the minced meat into the casings.
Later, his family ran out of casings, so others brought casings from their own homes to give to him.
These are things that people are used to doing, and it is not too difficult to do them.
Soon, batches of minced meat turned into pure sausages - Jian Mo was reluctant to add starch.
Qing Kuang looked at these pink sausages and asked, "Then what, do you want to dry them?"
Jian Mo smiled and said, "No, there is no need to dry them. After they are cooked, just freeze them."
Qing Kuang found it a little hard to imagine: "Won't it go bad? And why do you have to boil and freeze them?"
Jian Mo actually didn't know too much. According to his experience, it would be better to boil and freeze the sausages.
He could only say, "Let's try it first."
So everyone brought out the big pot, lit a fire and cooked the sausages on the spot.
The sausages were thrown into the boiling water one by one, and soon they were cooked until they solidified, turning into the pink sausages that Jian Mo was familiar with.
Jian Mo took one out and cut it gently.
Because of the fat, the sausage had a glossy luster after being cut. When he squeezed it gently, the juice overflowed with the unique aroma of meat, which smelled quite good.
He took a bite and the taste of the sausage was surprisingly familiar, especially the taste of the pepper powder inside, which made the sausage a bit like black pepper sausage.
It was very delicious.
Jian Mo's eyes lit up as he ate.
He thought he would never be able to eat food like sausage in his life, but he didn't expect to eat it so soon, and it was even more delicious and chewy than he imagined.
The others observed his expression and couldn't help asking, "How was it?"
Jian Mo came back to his senses and said with a smile, "You'll know after you try it."
He distributed the cooked sausage to everyone, and everyone started eating without hesitation:
"Huh, it's different from what I thought. It doesn't get stuck in your teeth like trident meat."
"It's already been pounded into minced meat, how could it still get stuck in your teeth? But it's quite chewy. I didn't expect minced meat to be chewy and juicy."
"It smells so good! Don't you think it smells special? Trident meat cooked in other ways doesn't have this fragrance, right?"
"It's really delicious. It's completely different from what I thought. No wonder it took so much effort to make this sausage."
"This way of eating is really fresh. Jian Mo, do you have any other ways to eat it?"
"I have to make some at home too. It's really delicious and doesn't taste like hairy-horned beast meat at all."
Jian Mo heard them say this and let them do whatever they wanted.
Anyway, everyone was watching the whole process, so he didn't hide anything.
Qing Kuang looked at Jian Mo and said, "This is really delicious. Let's keep the recipe a secret and try not to spread it to other tribes?"
Jian Mo nodded, "I have no objection."
Everyone agreed.
Although the nearby tribes get along well with each other, each tribe has its own secret recipe.
The more secret recipes a tribe has, the richer it is, and it really shouldn't be spread to other tribes.
Jian Mo didn't care and listened to the tribe.
After everyone tasted it, he gave a few pieces to each person who participated in making the sausage, and then put it away.
The two large jars of meat became two large jars of sausages, which looked much more tempting.
Unfortunately, he only had a small amount of pepper powder left, so he had to find time to go to other tribes to exchange some.
Everyone made sausages for almost a day.
In the evening, Jian Mo said mysteriously to Wu Jiong who had just returned: "I'll make you some new food today."
Wu Jiong had heard people say: "Sausages?"
Jian Mo smiled: "How come you are so well-informed? But we won't eat boiled food tonight, we'll grill it."
They hadn't eaten grilled food for a long time. Jian Mo placed a large stone slab above the fire pit, smeared animal oil on it, and then grilled the prepared meat, sausages, stems, etc. on it.
This way of eating is simpler and more convenient. You can eat while grilling, and it won't get cold easily.
The sausage has been cooked, and it is quickest to grill it. You can eat it as long as the skin is slightly grilled.
Jian Mo took out the skewers he had sharpened before, skewered a sausage and handed it to Wu Jiong: "Try it, it tastes completely different from the barbecue we usually eat."
Wu Jiong took a bite - the chewy texture, rich taste, bursting juice and the spicy taste of pepper completely exploded in his mouth.
He looked at the sausage: "Hairy-horned beast meat?"
Jian Mo was a little proud: "How is it? It tastes much better when cooked this way, right?"
Wu Jiong took another bite: "Very delicious. If I had known this way of eating, the hairy-horned beasts in the tribe would have been eaten up."
Jian Mo happily grilled the sausage for him: "I knew you liked it, eat two more."
Jian Mo put the grilled sausage on the edge of the stone slab on Wu Jiong's side to prevent it from being burnt.
After the sausage was grilled into a tiger skin, the fragrance came out, and it rushed into people's noses.
At this time, Jian Mo suddenly heard the sound of swallowing saliva.
He thought it was Wu Jiong at first, but soon realized that Wu Jiong would not swallow saliva.
He looked up at the windowsill, and sure enough, he saw a few furry heads. The owners of the heads seemed to notice that he was looking over, and they quickly shrank their necks and hid under the windowsill.
Needless to say, it must be the kids in the tribe who came to watch.
Jian Mo stood up, walked out the door, and saw Jiang Xing and a few kids squatting outside, so he waved to them: "Come in and eat."
The kids quickly shook their heads: "Brother Jian Mo, no need, we have cooked at home."
The food in the tribe was not that sufficient, and it was not polite to eat at someone else's house. The adults did not allow the children to eat at other people's homes, especially not to eat at Wu Jiong's house.
Seeing them like this, Jian Mo smiled and said, "Your meals are probably not ready yet, come and try our meals first."
The kids wanted to refuse, but the smell of the grilled sausages was so fragrant that they hesitated.
Jian Mo rubbed the head of the child beside him and said, "Your parents have helped me make sausages today, come in and try some, you won't be scolded."
The kids whispered, "Thank you, Brother Jian Mo."
After bringing the kids into the house, Jian Mo broke the tip of the skewer, then skewered the sausages and handed them to them, "It's a little hot, eat slowly."
The kids thanked him again, grabbed the sausages with both hands and ate them, like little squirrels.
Jian Mo knew that they were like this because they were shy, but he couldn't help but smile.
The cubs went home after eating.
Jian Mo really liked feeding the cubs, and didn't take it seriously.
The next day, parents came to him one after another, saying they wanted to learn how to make sausage.
Jian Mo wondered, "Weren't you all helping when I was making it yesterday? After watching the whole process, you should be able to make it."
Zhou Fu said with a bitter face, "We also think we can make it, so we took the ingredients to the mortar early in the morning to make it, but we didn't expect the taste to be completely different from yours."
Jian Mo thought for a moment, "Did you add fat? Without the moisture of fat, the sausage won't taste good."
Zhou Fu nodded several times, "Yes."
Jian Mo, "Is it 30% fat and 70% lean?"
When he was making it yesterday, he knew what he was doing, and just put the fat into the pile of animal meat, but he forgot to remind everyone of the specific proportion.
Sure enough, Zhou Fu and the others stared at each other in surprise. They really hadn't noticed this.
Jian Mo added, "The fat has a strange smell. I used spices and salt powder to blanch it before freezing it. The fat you used may not have been blanched, so the taste may be different."
Jian Mo spoke of several small points of knowledge in one breath, all of which were things that the Asian Beastmen had not noticed before.
After he finished speaking, Jian Mo, who was a little dry-mouthed, said to them, "It shouldn't be a big problem now. Just follow the steps I gave you yesterday."
The Asian Beastmen nodded and went back to work.
Jian Mo thought there was nothing to do, so he went to do his own thing.
Unexpectedly, in the afternoon, the Asian Beastmen came again, this time with the ingredients for making sausages: "The sausages we make are not as good as yours, how about we just exchange the ingredients with you?"
Jian Mo didn't expect that they would go from making to giving up so quickly, hesitantly: "We don't have that much sausages at home."
The Asian Beastmen immediately said: "Then we will help you, you can make some more."
Jian Mo: "..."
The Asian Beastmen had made up their minds: "How about you provide the technology and we provide the materials, and make another batch of sausages. After they are done, we will share half of them?"
Jian Mo felt that this was a bit of taking advantage, so he did not agree.
The Asian Beastmen kept persuading him to agree: "How can it be taking advantage? If there is any advantage, it should be us who are taking advantage."
"That's right, the sausages you made, Jian Mo, are so delicious. We are so hungry. Make another batch."
Jian Mo finally couldn't resist the persuasion and said: "Then I will provide the spices and technology, and you will listen to my instructions when the time comes."
The Asian Beastmen cheered and said that there was no problem.
Jian Mo's cooking skills were much better than those of the Asian Beastmen in the tribe. With the same production methods and processes, the sausages made under his command were more delicious than ever.
Finally, everyone came to ask him to help make sausages, until his spice powder was used up, and the trend of making sausages in the tribe stopped temporarily.
The sausages that Jian Mo had accumulated reached an entire cave. Because there were too many, he couldn't even use a large jar to store them. He could only put dry grass at the bottom of the cave and put the sausages there.
Jian Mo was worried about putting so much food in such a far place.
Jian Mo rubbed his wrist and said to Wu Jiong: "I have asked the young men in the tribe to help me patrol the cave, but it's still not safe. I'm thinking, should I take the sausages to other tribes to exchange for a batch of supplies?"
Although the sausages are delicious, it is impossible to eat them every day for a year. They can't consume so much sausage.
Wu Jiong nodded: "What do you want to exchange?"
Jian Mo said with some melancholy: "First exchange the spice powder and honey powder. The spice powder is almost used up from making sausages these days, and the pepper powder is gone. We must replenish it as soon as possible."
Wu Jiong: "Then let's go to Mengshui tribe to exchange first. They have abundant supplies there."
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