Jiang Jiang bought two more knives at the market, which can be used to chop vegetables and meat, and can also be used for self-defense.

After buying these things, they will not have a few pennies left to make this time.

The two of them walked to a small stream in the suburbs, killed the chicken first, and Jiang Jiang washed the pork belly again and again with the stream water.

Sun Xiaobei lit a fire on the side to boil water and pluck chicken feathers.

Jiang Jiang put the pork belly in a pot and boiled it until it was half cooked, then took it out to cool, cut it into thin strips, and made a pot of fragrant pork belly soup.

After the chicken was removed and disemboweled, Jiang Jiang first rubbed a thick layer of salt, then wrapped it tightly with lotus leaves, and pasted a thick layer of yellow mud on the outside.

Dig a pit in the ground, put the lump of mud in the pit, and make a fire on it.

Sun Xiaobei had never seen such a practice, and he was very curious. He had eaten pork belly before, but he thought it was so hard to chew that he would grind his back molars when he ate a piece. But smelling the pork belly soup made by ginger and ginger, it became more and more fragrant, and Sun Xiaobei's saliva flowed down unconsciously.

By the time the pork belly soup was ready, the fire over there was almost burned out.

Jiang Jiang asked Sun Xiaobei to dig out the chicken, and at this time, the yellow mud that was pasted on the outside had already dried out, and there were many fine lines.

Drop off the outer layer of mud shell, peel off the layer of lotus leaves, and mix the fragrance of lotus leaves and meat, and the baked chicken called flower salt is ready.

This method was improved by her father Jiang Yijun when she went out with her parents when she was a child.

It is a combination of two production methods: called flower chicken and salt-baked chicken, which is especially suitable for use in the absence of corresponding kitchen utensils in the suburbs.

Jiang Jiang took off a big chicken leg and handed it to Sun Xiaobei, saying, "Let go of your belly and eat it!" It's earned by yourself. ”

Sun Xiaobei took it over, didn't care about the heat, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

He has always eaten leftovers, where has he ever eaten chicken legs decently?

Jiang Jiang served him another bowl of pork belly soup, and the milky white soup was floating with dots of green coriander.

Sun Xiaobei tried to take a sip and almost didn't jump up from the ground.

"What kind of soup is this?"

"Pork belly soup!"

"You lie, how can pork belly soup be so delicious?"

"You watched me cook it with your own eyes, isn't it pork belly?"

"But if pork belly is so delicious, why don't people eat it? It's so much better than meat! ”

The pork belly soup made of ginger and ginger is thick and milky white, the belly is soft and rotten, fragrant and fragrant, which makes people more addicted the more they drink.

It's just that the people here are not good at cooking pork belly. They don't know that the pork belly has to be cooked half-cooked in advance, and then used to boil the soup to make the soup thick and rotten.

Otherwise, if the raw belly is put into the pot, it will be boiled for a day and a night, and it will not be able to be cooked.

"And this chicken, I have also eaten the leftovers of several rich families, and the chicken is simply incomparable to this, I dare to say that even the emperor today can't eat such delicious chicken." Sun Xiaobei chewed heavily and said vaguely.

The two of them had a beautiful lunch, and found a clean place to rest under the tree.

The remaining half of the pork belly and most of the chicken, ginger and ginger are wrapped in lotus leaves and put away, and are used to pad the stomach when preparing to hurry.

Sun Xiaobei had a full meal, and in his dream, he laughed out loud.

After resting, the weather turned cooler, and the two packed up and went on the road.

Along the way, Jiang Jiang taught Sun Xiaobei the cross talk of "Fighting Method".

This is even funnier than the story of "Three Levels in a Row", Sun Xiaobei laughed so much that his stomach hurt.

It was late in the summer, and they drove for two and a half hours until they arrived at a village.

The two of them didn't go to the house to stay, and only stayed in the broken temple outside the village for one night, and used the leftover steamed chicken meat to satisfy their stomachs.

Fortunately, it's summer, and lighting a bunch of wormwood can repel mosquitoes, so you don't have to worry about keeping warm.

It's just that in the second half of the night, it suddenly rained, and the broken temple leaked rain everywhere, and it was easy to get through until dawn, and the rain stopped.

Jiang Jiang cooked a pot of hot pork belly soup, put less salt, and ate it as breakfast.

Jiang Jiang saw that Sun Xiaobei was really in tatters, but it was a pity that his luggage was lost, otherwise he could take out one and give it to him.

The two of them inquired and hurried to a town called Daxing.

Like the previous time, the two of them set up a stall in the market to tell stories, and they talked two in a row, earning twice as much as last time.

Jiang Jiang then bought two sets of clothes for Sun Xiaobei and himself in the bazaar, although they were all cheap coarse cloth clothes, but fortunately, there were replacements, and Sun Xiaobei didn't have to show his flesh everywhere.

This time, Jiang Jiang bought a large piece of pork belly with skin and two catties of cakes.

Jiang Jiang stewed a pot of braised pork for Sun Xiaobei, because the seasoning here is not complete, there are no condiments such as oyster sauce and soy sauce, so only clear sauce is used, and a little rice wine is added, and it is also very delicious.

After eating, Jiang Jiang saw Sun Xiaobei sitting there in a daze, his mouth closed tightly, and he couldn't help but ask him: "Why don't you speak, did you tire yourself from talking all morning?" ”

Sun Xiaobei looked at Jiang Jiang, shook his head, and still didn't speak.

"What about you going to Zen?" Jiang Jiang said funny: "Do you still want me to make you something to eat?" ”

Sun Xiaobei couldn't help but speak, because he couldn't do without Jiang Jiang's delicious food now.

"I'm afraid that if I open my mouth, the meat in my stomach will fall out." Sun Xiaobei scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "I have eaten too much, I have never eaten so much since I was a child, I am really full to my throat." The last piece of meat is stuck here, and I can't swallow it. Sun Xiaobei pointed to his throat and said.

"As long as you are diligent and willing to use your brain, you will not starve or freeze in the future." Jiang Jiang looked at him and said gently, "Don't you see that you are now eating big fish and meat by supporting yourself?" I also put on clean and neat clothes. ”

"That's also because of you," Sun Xiaobei said sincerely and gratefully: "Not everyone can teach me interesting stories, and not everyone can make pork belly and pork so delicious." ”

Jiang Jiang had done a detailed study of China's food history before, and felt that the current eating habits of the Great Qin Kingdom were similar to those of the Northern Song Dynasty in China.

For pork, "the rich refuse to eat, and the poor don't know how to cook", and the most basic modern way to eat pork like braised pork is unheard of by people in this era.

"If you want, I can also teach you to cook," Jiang Jiang said to Sun Xiaobei, "Isn't this another skill?" ”

"Sister, you are so good to me." Sun Xiaobei was grateful: "As the saying goes, if you teach an apprentice, you starve a master to death, but you have no reservations about me." ”

Jiang Jiang just smiled and didn't speak, in fact, what she thought in her heart was: The catering industry is very difficult to do, especially the chef, who is very tired, and after teaching Sun Xiaobei, he can be in charge, so he doesn't have to be so tired