After a while, everyone drank the pork lung soup and had lunch, and began to continue their morning work and stuff sausages.

After a morning of pickling, more than 100 catties of pork have been cut into the flavor, and the casing has been made.

Qian Fei'er took a dozen small benches from other palaces, and everyone sat next to the big wooden basin and began to brew, or it can be said to start pouring.

On Qian Linjue's side, he knotted one end of the casing with a string, held the other end with both hands, put it in front of his mouth, puffed up a little, and blew.

"Whew!"

The thin casing bulges out and appears off-white, which is actually somewhat translucent.

He put down the casing, and the air inside quickly dissipated a little, and the expanded volume quickly became a little smaller.

He held the casing in his left hand, took a funnel with a considerable opening in his right hand, and put the funnel mouth on the casing, then held the connection between the funnel mouth and the casing with his left hand, and then used chopsticks to pick up some fat and lean mixed and marinated pork with his right hand, and began to marinate.

The pork was put into the funnel, and Qian Lin Jue stuffed it with chopsticks and pushed it into the thin casing, as did Qian Nawei and Fukatsuki Aoki Ichimori and others next to her.

Everyone made it together, the speed was neither fast nor slow, maintaining a constant speed, except for Lian Cheng, a mushroom-headed man, who quickly stuffed pork into the funnel with his right hand.

As he stuffed it, he let out a "Whoa, whoa, whoa......!" Shouting, the speed of his right hand was so fast that he even drew a large afterimage!

"Wow, wow, ......!"

Even the casing under Cheng's left hand expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the pork stuffed in front of him didn't even have time to be pushed down.

Qian Fei'er saw it and hurriedly reminded loudly.

"Lian Cheng, slow down, you'll tear the casing like this."

However, it was too late.

Next to the big wooden basin, I saw that the casing under Lian Cheng's left hand quickly swelled to an exaggerated bottom, and then, I only heard "Poof!" With a soft sound, the casing broke, and a large amount of pork leaked out of it and into the large wooden basin.

Lian Cheng turned his head and looked at Qian Fei'er with tears in his eyes.

"Phil, casing...... It's cracked. ”

Qian Fei'er was angry and funny, and stroked her forehead helplessly.

Are these all children? It's so hard to fill a sausage, is it a grudge against the sausage?

Sighing in her heart, she took a pair of scissors, squatted next to Lian Cheng, and cut off the torn casing.

After the cutting was completed, Qian Fei'er held the cut casing with her left hand, took the funnel in Lian Cheng's hand with her right hand, and then cooperated with each other with both hands to put the funnel mouth into the casing.

After putting it on, she held the junction between the casing and the funnel mouth with her left hand, and picked up the pork that had just leaked into the big wooden basin with chopsticks with her right hand.

"Lian Cheng, don't be too fast, just like this, squeeze the casing little by little......"

While speaking, Qian Fei'er squeezed the pork from the mouth of the funnel unhurriedly, squeezed it until the casing was a little inflated, and grabbed it with her hand, pushing the pork in the swelling place into the back half of the casing.

After pushing, she continued to move with her right hand, picked up a large chopstick pork, put it into the funnel, and squeezed it in unhurriedly......

After demonstrating, she handed the casing and chopsticks to Lian Cheng.

"No, give."

Lian Cheng took it, his face was red and his neck was thick, his blood was spurting, and the blood vessels on his neck were visible to the naked eye.

Qian Fei'er seemed to realize something, looked at Lian Cheng, and then looked at herself, she found that from Lian Cheng's point of view, Du Hugang could still see her proud breasts.

At this time, Lian Cheng's tent was erected at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lian Cheng hurriedly bowed down and blocked it with his thighs to prevent himself from making further mistakes.

He hesitated and watched Qian Fei'er speak.

"Fei'er, you...... It's beautiful. ”

Qian Fei'er's cheeks quickly turned red, and her head turned slightly to the side, "Thank you." ”

After saying that, she hurriedly got up, walked back to her place, sat down, and re-brewed her sausage.

Not far away, Lian Cheng glanced at Qian Fei'er, then turned his eyes and concentrated on the work in front of him.

He actually likes Qian Fei'er very much, but he knows that it is completely impossible between himself and Qian Fei'er.

Not to mention the gap between statuses, it is simply Qian Fei'er herself, who may not be able to pretend to be others in her heart, so Lian Cheng has never said anything, and there will be no one in the future.

Hey, I just hope that I can stay by Fei'er's side and wish her happiness.

Lian Cheng thought so in his heart.

After a period of time, everyone finished brewing the sausage, and during this period, Qian Fei'er also taught everyone that when it was brewed to a certain extent, it was necessary to prick a few small mouths on the sausage with a needle for deflation.

After the production, she and others tied the sausages one by one with ropes and separated, and then everyone worked together to set up several long bamboo poles and dry all the more than 100 catties of sausages on the bamboo poles.

More than 100 catties is really a lot, and it is enough to dry four bamboo poles on both sides of the yard! Sogou Library

After that, Qian Feier pickled and dried dozens of catties of bacon, as well as a few pork livers, previously cut pork skins, as well as dozens of plate ducks, dozens of duck kidneys, etc., and dried dozens of catties of pork ribs.

Qian Linjue was very puzzled about marinating and drying ribs, he looked at his cousin, crossed his arms to his chest, and asked with a proud face.

"Sister Fei'er, what are you doing drying so many ribs? The meat on the pork ribs is marinated and dried up, and it is not delicious at all, so it is better to make two taro steamed pork ribs or pork rib stew while it is fresh. ”

As she spoke, the expression on Qian Linjue's face became evocative, and she stretched out her tongue and licked her lips.

In his impression, steamed pork ribs with taro are a rare delicacy, and the stewed pork ribs are also delicious.

In the courtyard, Qian Fei'er heard her cousin's question, a mysterious smile appeared on her face, and she put an index finger in front of her mouth.

"Shhh

After speaking, she put down her hand, turned around, and walked towards the main hall of Xuelin Palace.

"Hey, what's the mystery?"

Qian Linjue said arrogantly and disdainfully, then raised her heels and walked towards Xuelin Palace......

As the minutes ticked by, the weather became colder and colder over the next few days, with the sun coming out of the day getting shorter and the nights getting longer.

Everyone stayed in the Heaven Dou Palace, and in the morning, in addition to washing up and eating breakfast, they were busy hanging out all kinds of cured meat to dry, and in the evening, they put it away and put it in Qian Linjue and Qian Liuli's room.

Qian Linjue often goes to her wife's room to rest, and Qian Liuli's room only lives in one person, and the rooms of both of them are very empty, which is very suitable for storing all kinds of cured meat.

Sausages and a large amount of bacon, over time, the water and excess fat seep out from the top little by little, follow the direction of gravity, vertically downward, condense into a point at the bottom, and then tick to the ground.

Therefore, whether it is the ground of the drying place, or the room where Qianlinjue or Qianliuli places the cured meat, the ground is left with a large dark black trace.

It's not that the grease is dark black, it's like water droplets dripping on the ground, and when it drops, it darkens the color and opens like a black one.

As excess oil seeps out and drips, the color of these lap-mei changes day by day.

At first, the stuffed sausage can still be seen to be flesh red, which is the lean part.

But as time passed, the color of the flesh red slowly became dull and dark, and finally, it finally changed to a deep color of red and black.

At the same time, whether it is sausage, bacon, or duck, it releases an attractive bacon unique aroma, as well as a strong aroma of wine.

Qianfei'er pickles these cured meats with high liquor, and the aroma of the wine is inevitable.

And so, after more than half a month......

This morning, Qian Linjue was lying on Linglu's bed, holding Linglu in her arms, resting quietly.

After a period of time, he finally succeeded in pushing Linglu down and letting this somewhat cute girl join his harem group.

On the bed of Linglu, Qian Linjue looked at the ceiling, put her hands on Linglu's buttocks, and was thinking about something.

Suddenly, Linglu on his body, the dull hair on his head moved, and he woke up faintly.

Linglu rubbed her sleepy eyes, looked at Qian Linjue, and spoke.

"Linjue ......, Liuli said, Sister Fei'er arranged for the chef to make all kinds of cured meat this morning, let's get up and have breakfast."

"What? That otaku girl still dares to invade your dreams?! ”

Qian Linjue is a little angry, these days, Qian Liuli often invades the dreams of his wives.

This made him very angry, how could he control his wife's dreams casually without his permission? The thought of this made his teeth itch with anger, and he hated to beat up his sloppy cousin.

It's a pity that with Qian Fei'er here, this is not possible, so he can only forcibly swallow this evil breath.

On the bed, Ling Lu and Qian Linjue stayed in bed for a while before getting up.

The two got dressed, washed up, and left the room.

Outside the room, the sky was very dark, and there was no sunlight at all, and as soon as I opened the door of the room, there was a cold air that almost soaked into the bone marrow.

The cold wind whined, like a stepmother's hand, and her big mouth pumped into people's faces.

Linglu shrank all over, exhaled a big mouthful of white vapor, and couldn't help hugging Qian Linjue tightly, and leaning her little head on Qian Linjue.

Qian Linjue herself is a martial soul with a high temperature and blazing attribute, and her body temperature can maintain a high temperature even in winter, which is a ready-made furnace in Ling Lu's mind.

During this period of time, she has been tired of Qian Linjue or Nangong Yan and Qianyuqiong almost every day to keep warm.

In the courtyard, Qian Linjue hugged Linglu with her doting backhand and said softly: "Let's go, Linglu, go have breakfast." ”

"Well, let's go together, Stove."

Suzulu instinctively blurted out, a happy smile on her face.

When Qian Linjue heard this, she immediately frowned, and said angrily: "What do you call me?" ”

"Is there anything strange about the stove?"

Ling Lu raised her head, looked at Qian Linjue strangely, and blinked twice.