"It's just some big ingredients that I occasionally pick up in the mountains, but I can't tell what they are. I didn't expect it to work pretty well. ”

Sichuan pepper and star anise do grow in the mountains.

Mo Tiange was not afraid to say big things, chewed his tongue, swept his eyes to the people who were eyeing him, and replied softly.

Hearing this, Huang Dadong was a little excited, and his saliva sprayed outward, "If you can't say it clearly, then don't say it, let alone say it to outsiders." This thing is so good, wait until tomorrow...... After eating in a while, you go to the mountains and pick some more.

With these ingredients, we can go to the city in the future to buy more pig offal, sheep offal, and come back with the bottom ash of the pot to clean and cook and eat. ”

Yes, and the bottom ash.

She saw with her own eyes that these pig offals were rubbed many times by Mo Tiange with the ashes at the bottom of the pot and rinsed over and over again.

"Niangjun is right, you'd better keep your mouth tight."

The pig offal in the pot, Huang Dahe hasn't eaten it yet, so she thinks it should be a delicacy in the world. So delicious, how can it be cheap for outsiders!

There are so many pig offal in the city, if this method is known by others, then they will still have to compete with others!

"You'd better mind your own business!"

Mo Tiange was the most reluctant to listen to Huang Dahe, glanced at her, didn't bother to pay attention to her, stood up from the stove, lifted the lid of the pot, and poked the offal inside with chopsticks.

Pig offal, pig offal, how ugly!

Or the pig offal sounds more pleasing to the ear!

The cut pork heart is cooked, the pig lungs are also cooked, and the pig intestines and pork belly have to be boiled.

"It's not ripe yet, don't worry."

As soon as Mo Tiange lifted the lid of the pot, several people stood up and stretched out their heads to look into the pot, and saw that Mo Tiange had put the lid back on the pot, Huang Dadong smacked his lips and said to the big guy.

If it's not cooked, then wait a little longer.

After all, nothing is good without cooking.

A group of foodies are quite principled, Mo Tiange glanced at Huang Dadong and found two clean wooden basins to put on the edge of the pot. A wooden basin is used to store the offal, and a wooden basin is used to put away the soup in the pot.

This soup is definitely the best for soaking rice and steamed buns!

However, Mo Tiange had no intention of giving them food, but waited for tomorrow to pull it into the mountains to sell.

After waiting for fifteen minutes, the pork offal in the pot was cooked, and Mo Tiange picked up the spoon and chopsticks and pinched them out. During this period, some people were stopped by her one by one when they stretched out their chopsticks, and after a while, the pork offal was served out, and the soup was served.

Holding the offal on the board, she picked up the broken knife with a new handle at home, up and down, and in the blink of an eye, a piece of pig intestine was evenly cut into several parts by her.

What a sharp, rampant knife technique!

Everyone is amazed!

Huang Dadong has a deeper understanding of Mo Tiange in his heart, and he is even more reluctant to provoke her.

Cut each offal in half, and cut it into almost half a pot. When it was cut, she poured three tablespoons of thick soup on it, and served everyone a bowl of her stewed rice.

There is not much rice, only one bowl per person.

In fact, there are still a lot of various types of rice in the space, but Mo Tiange will not be stupid to take it out and make up the number now.

"Delicious! It's so delicious! ”

The rice was in hand, no one dared to move the chopsticks before Huang Dadong didn't move the chopsticks, and after she gave an order, Huang Dahe immediately grabbed a chopstick offal and stuffed a mouthful of rice into his mouth.

The steamed rice melts in the mouth, the pork offal is extremely soft and tender, and the lips and teeth are fragrant.