Aunt Chang snatched the little pine nut from Su Cao's hand, and ran away crying as if she was being chased by a ghost.

There were only Su Cao and Su Zhongxian in the courtyard, and he seemed to have been dyed with vicissitudes in an instant, looking at Su Cao with a guilty expression.

"Cao'er, I've wronged you!"

"For Uncle Hai's sake, I didn't plan to tie them up to the ancestral hall at the beginning."

Whether it was in the memory of the original owner, or getting along with Su Zhongxian in the past few days, Su Cao had never seen him look so decadent.

She patted Su Zhongxian's arm comfortingly: "Dad, except for the time when Uncle Hai asked me for a doctor, our family owes him a lot." What else is there that I don't know? ”

"Alas, this is a long story, and Dad will tell you again when he is free......"

Su Zhongxian's eyes dodged and avoided Su Cao, and went back to the house to sleep under the pretext of being sleepy, without even asking her if she had taken half a fan of pork and exchanged it for wine.

I want the horses to run, and I want the horses not to eat grass.

Will it work?

In order to fight a wild boar, the scumbag father spent the night in the mountains, not to mention, his clothes were scratched by thorns several times, and his face and hands were also scratched with many bloody marks.

Because of the trouble between Aunt Chang and Xiao Songzi, he was obviously in a bad mood, and Su Cao couldn't bear to fool him with the wine he bought in the town for a while.

The half basket of bamboo shoots dug in the mountain yesterday was blanched in water after she peeled the shell in the morning, and kept it in the shade to dry.

After putting aside the things he bought from Mingzhu Town, Su Cao first washed the jar he bought in the town and dried it at the air outlet.

When the water in the pot was cool, she put the dried bamboo shoots into the jar, poured them on them and soaked them, then added salt, sugar, peppercorns, garlic, ginger and other ingredients, and finally poured some white wine into it.

After the soaked bamboo shoots are sealed in the altar, they are moved to a cool place in the stove room and put aside.

When she had done this, she took the rest of the pork belly and intestines to the stream and washed them, and burned the hair on the pig's head and trotters with fire.

The pork belly is kept for soup, and the pork intestines can be used for hunting intestines or stir-frying.

Take out the spices bought from Mingzhu Town, boil a pot of brine with Su Cao, and then put the pig's head and pig's trotters into the brine and boil slowly.

As the sun sets, the aroma of braised pork in the pot spreads, and the smell alone makes people salivate.

Waiting for Su Cao to spread out two corn tortillas, put green onions and coriander on the table to cook a bowl of pig's blood soup, Su Zhongxian was so greedy that he went into the stove room.

"Stinky girl, why is the meat so fragrant?"

"Exclusive secret recipe, secret braised pork, can it be fragrant?"

Seeing him poke his head into the pot, Su Cao was triumphant: "I sold out all a pig in the market, half of the pork is gone, and the wine is also bought for you, it must not taste as good as the wine that the distinguished guest gave to the old Taoist priest." If you can go to Changqingguan to change wine and drink, it depends on my exclusive secret braised pork. ”

"Why didn't I find you so capable before?"

Su Zhongxian was drooling greedily, and he didn't care if the pork was sold or not, so he hurriedly urged her: "With such fragrant braised meat, Lao Tzu can make it without drinking the wine of the old Taoist priest, Lao Tzu can't stand it, hurry up and scoop up the meat." ”

"What's the hurry? I'll have to see if I can eat it! ”

Su Cao poked the braised pig's head meat with chopsticks, the meat doesn't have to be cooked to a rotten and more chewy, the pig's head meat is good, and the pig's trotters can be boiled again.

As soon as she put the braised pig's head out of the pot, there was a haha laugh outside the door: "Brother Xianzhong, the old Taoist smells the fragrance and is looking for you to drink." ”

A gust of wind blew, and the door of the stove room was pushed open from the outside, and the old man in a cyan robe had already entered the house with a jar of wine.