Gee... Good...

The first person to eat called out. There was an exclamation in his tone.

The others heard the word 'good' around them, and they also sped up their movements.

Huh!? The other people who had eaten it immediately had a confused look on their faces.

This meat tastes, how is this cooked, it tastes really good.

Uh-huh. The people around him nodded their heads one after another.

The long sleeves of the cloth shirt were propped up.

Little girl, your meat is delicious, how do you do it!

One of them, a man with a hat and a rather elegant atmosphere, asked.

And Qin Mo stood there, pursing his lips and smiling without saying a word, only with an unfathomable expression.

This meat tastes so good.

Yes, I've eaten a lot of pork before, and I've never tasted it before.

Eat. Eat.

A bowl of meat was immediately swept away. Until the bamboo chopsticks were put down.

Qin Mo looked at the admiring, excited, and confused people around him, and even some people had some incredible expressions on their faces, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart...

It's not that she's embarrassed to put out a bowl of meat in front of so many people, but she really just wants to understand the tastes of the locals.

Moreover, although these meats are precious, for the current Qin Mo's financial resources, it is not that they cannot afford to spend, but they should be regarded as operating expenses to open the way for new businesses.

How is this meat made?

Oh, yes. How did you get the taste? It's special.

A bowl of meat has been eaten, but there are still some people around who are lingering, smashing their mouths, talking critically, licking the juice on their lips, looking unfinished.

And Qin Mo was naturally very happy in his heart, and finally had a new way

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The next day, Qin Mo was really busy, squatting at the door alone, pulling up his sleeves and trousers, washing the stove, washing the wooden basin, and being as busy as anything...

If a person wants to make so many portions of meat, it is not just a mouth to say it.

Ask for help, Qin Mo invited the man from Aunt Li's family in the village, Liying's father, because the two families knew each other, he wanted the neighbors to sell a favor, and the price was agreed, and Uncle Li was asked to go to the town to carry dozens of catties of pork back.

Big men, there is strength.

A big pot at home is boiling hot water....

Qin Mo took advantage of the time to go to the kiln factory where he went to bed, in fact, there is not only this one in the local kiln, but this is the most recent, and Qin Mo likes it here, the red soil looks solid, and the pottery burned out is extraordinarily impressive

Feel relieved.

Dozens of pottery bowls were fired, which were used when making buckle meat.

This time it was not the same as last time, Qin Mowai gave dozens of extra money, and after the boss of the kiln factory did a good job, he would send people from the kiln factory to help send it back.

The owner of the kiln factory is a big family in the town, and the family is very wealthy. This kiln factory is full of long-term and short-term workers all year round, and there is no shortage of powerful men.

Qin Mo also wanted to hire workers, but the current conditions didn't seem to be met.

Dozens of catties of meat, spending hundreds of dollars, Qin Mo repeatedly washed, washed, and cut meat in a wooden basin.

The kitchen knife is sharpened, and the blade is bright white.

The pigskin is scraped back and forth, and I am afraid that there will be a smell of sweat.

A square stone is made of a place where the dishes and chopsticks are placed, and a flat wooden board is placed on the side next to it, which is the cutting board for cutting vegetables on weekdays.

And Qin Mo, from the wooden board left last time, chose to replace it with a large one to press, and used it as a new cutting board.

Phew. Phew.

The sound of the flesh being pulled as the large piece of breast was cut in two, and then split into two long strips.

Throw it into a large pot and boil, and throw it into the big ingredients, star anise, ginger pieces, and green onions.

The stove was burned with more fire, Qin Mo knew that the meat was thick, and it would take a long time to cook.

Twenty catties of meat are divided into two pots and boiled.

It was cooked from noon to mid-afternoon, and then the meat was put into it with the big basket.

Dry up. Wait for it to cool down.

Qin Mo cut the meat into centimeter-thick slices.

I found an old woman with a young surname in the village and paid a few pennies to ask her to help cut the meat.

With such a big basket of meat, Qin Mo couldn't finish it alone.

The matter of cutting meat is time-consuming and laborious, and Qin Mo's nearly eight-year-old body is really hard to do.

Tiring.

Qin Mo and the old grandmother were doing things on the other side, but Xiangxiang was kicking sandbags in the yard one afternoon. It's very comfortable and laid-back.

Qin Mo occasionally looked at her when he was busy, and when he saw this greedy little girl, there was only a faint helplessness in his smile.

Cutting meat is a big job, and after the half-cooked meat is cut, it is necessary to apply soy sauce.

This is only half done, and Qin Mo remembered that there was one more thing he hadn't done, that is, to scoop half of the family's rice to the stone mill at the head of the village and grind it into broken rice.

Because in addition to the button meat, Qin Mo also plans to make some tamales, there should be no tamales in this time and space, these dishes that attract consumers by their fragrance, the fragrance of tamales, when the steamer is opened, can overflow with attractive fragrance. It can be said that it has to be done.

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First of all,I'm sorry to everyone.,Since last night.,The body is cold.,Fever.,I can only give one more today.,Can't give two more.,In fact, I also think that the quality of these two chapters is not good.,The clothes are groggy.,It's estimated that the writing is not very good.,Relatives will just see...