Chapter 3291 Braised Pork

Mao Fang quickly picked off the skin of the chicken, including the hair and skin, and then cut open the belly with a knife, and all the internal organs and intestines fell out, steaming hot.

"There are also relatively fresh corpses, the food in the stomach has not been digested, meat is still meat, and wine is still wine. I heard from my master that in the past, the conditions were too poor to eat meat, so they took out the meat, washed it and then After steaming, you can also make a bowl of braised pork. By the way, it’s quite similar to the braised pork you made last night.”

Mao Fangfei told the story happily, and used vivid adjectives, "The color is about the same, light brown, not enough coloring. Mom, you always don't use rock sugar for coloring. The essence of making braised pork is coloring. You do it." To be honest, the braised pork looks even worse than the ones I made from the stomachs of dead people.”

Mother Fang's face was as green as spinach. Last night, she rarely cooked a large bowl of braised pork. There was more fat and less lean meat. For the cowardly Mother Fang, such a bowl of meat was already very generous. Of course it was not. The food made for Mao Fangfei was for Fang Yanming. No matter what, Fang's mother still felt sorry for her son.

It's just that Fang Yanming didn't give her much face. He only ate a small piece and didn't use his chopsticks. In the end, Fang Yanming went outside to vomit the small piece. The color, smell and taste were not perfect. Fang was used to Pingjiang's exquisite food. Yan Ming really couldn't adapt to his mother's rough cooking style.

Whether you go to your mother-in-law's house or a friend's house to eat, the dishes served by Pingjiang people are very exquisite. There are many kinds of dishes and small portions, which truly illustrates the perfect combination of color, flavor and taste. They are not only beautiful to look at, but also beautiful to eat. When Yan Ming first went to Pingjiang, he thought the locals were stingy. There were only two chopsticks on a plate, and he couldn't even fit between his teeth. But as time went by, he got used to it, and even treated guests like this himself. Instead, he didn't adapt to the rough style of his hometown. .

It's just rough, but I can't praise Fang's mother's cooking skills. Not to mention sloppy, the taste is beyond description. Fang Yanming, who grew up eating these meals, can't accept it, let alone Mao Fangfei, who can't even eat one bite. .

She could tolerate the bad taste, but Fang's mother's sloppiness really made her sick.

Once, she saw Fang's mother making noodles in the kitchen. She came out to blow her nose in the middle of mixing, and then wiped a few handfuls on her apron and continued making noodles without washing her hands. Those noodles ended up being greasy noodles at night, and the Fang family couldn't eat them. With relish.

When Mao Fangfei saw those noodles, she remembered Fang's mother blowing her nose. She couldn't eat anything, but she felt full after seeing it.

The irritated Mao Fangfei didn't care about age or inferiority. She neatly separated the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, intestines and stomach and other organs, and put them in basins respectively. The internal organs were still steaming, which made the Fang family feel happy. Trembling.

"The hair needs to be boiled and pulled out, but the skin needs to be left on." Chuntao mustered up the courage to say.

It was a pity to see Mao Fangfei throwing away so much skin. After finally killing a chicken, she couldn't bear to throw away the chicken butt, let alone the delicious chicken skin.

Mao Fangfei kept her hands on her, without raising her head, and said coldly: "I can only peel the skin, or you can pluck the hair out."

Chuntao shut up immediately. She had to pluck dozens of chickens and ducks for as long as they were. They were not her chickens and ducks anyway. It was a waste, and she didn't feel bad.

"Stop it, hey... How did I marry a prodigal woman like you into my family? My chickens... are all laying hens... ducks are also laying eggs, and they are all left to you... You ...You...you can't lay eggs yourself, but you come to harm my chickens and ducks. You are so unkind!"

Mother Fang slapped her thighs and howled, feeling so distressed that she couldn't breathe.