Lin Chou raised a question at the right time,

"The wild goose mushroom should have been taken special care of, I ate two kinds of fresh wild goose mushroom and water hair wild goose mushroom, did you do this deliberately, and there is a subtle smoky smell in it."

The second concubine hesitated, and felt that she really had nothing to worry about.

"Well, the fresh ones are freshly picked in the chestnut grove in the morning, but this will be almost the end of the season, and it will not be unpicked soon."

"As for the smoky taste, it is a rule left by my grandfather, using chestnut shells and young branches and young leaves under the big bamboo grate to dry and smoke."

"It's rare for anyone to eat it, you're so good!"

Lin Chou cocked his thumb,

"It's a great practice, no wonder the stewed soup is like a glass of pot, transparent and slippery."

The second concubine said excitedly,

"There is ginger, so it's better than before, recently there is more ginger on the market, and the price is much cheaper, I heard that it is a batch of ginger seeds released by the Jiang family, which is great."

Wild goose mushroom is inseparable from old ginger, without ginger it is like having no soul, and with the addition of ginger, the second fresh taste will become the most delicious.

Lin Chou said,

"Indeed, the Jiang family is still very benevolent, and most of the powdered dried meat and grain every year are sold by the Jiang family at a low price."

Brother Maza looked up from the bowl of the sea,

"That's it, I don't know what the Jiang family is doing business, why do they make so much money, powdered dried meat and grain regardless of the cost, even if you don't lose money, you can't make money at all."

Lin Chou didn't look very concerned, and said to the second concubine,

"The pot for boiling wild goose mushrooms must be different, it's not ironware, right?"

"You can even guess that?" The second concubine's mouth opened wide, "You can't have secretly inquired about our family, have you?"

Lin Chou was speechless,

"How is that possible?"

The second woman said,

"It's a sand vessel, that is, a casserole and a clay pot, but our family's sand ware is specially made and handed down from our ancestors.

Lin Chou was taken aback,

"A one-and-a-half-gauge Yingjing sander? Or is it handed down from the ancestors? ”

Looking at the two oversized handmade cast iron pots just now, Lin Chou felt that it was already very luxurious for the cataclysmic era, but he didn't expect that there would be even more extravagance!

MMP, shouldn't this young lady also have a system of cutlery and no money?

Yingjing sand ware, with nearly 3,000 years of firing history, has been using the traditional handicraft workshop production method, the use of pure natural raw materials, the production of simple workmanship, the process requirements are extremely high, known as "the art of earth and fire".

Yingjing sand ware is most famous for casserole, which can preserve the freshness of food nutrients and remove peculiar smells.

Yingjing sand ware is widely praised and endured, it is made of white clay and CIS carbon that does not contain heavy metals and is fired at a high temperature of more than 1,000 degrees.

For example, when the Yingjing casserole was sent to the Philadelphia exhibition in the 50s, the soup in the casserole could still boil for several minutes after leaving the fire, which shocked the four seats, causing countless crooked nuts to shout "incredible" and "magical oriental country".

The second woman squinted her eyes triumphantly,

"I'm surprised, right, one and a half meters in caliber, even before the cataclysm, it was an anomaly, and such a large Yingjing black casserole is very rare."

Lin Chou nodded,

"I'm afraid that your ancestors don't have any special way, such a big casserole must need a special stove, and you usually have to worry about maintenance?"

The second concubine covered her mouth and said with a smile,

"Well, my grandfather, my grandfather, my father, each generation of me has its own way of maintaining the casserole, such as my father, he likes to use the method of making antique black pottery, tung oil mixed with water and whipped and fused a little bit, because this was regarded by my grandfather as a bad offspring, an alien, and was whipped several times."

The corners of Lin Chou's mouth twitched,

"One maintenance method for a generation, then the quality of this casserole is amazing, and it can last until now"

The second woman rolled her eyes at him,

"It won't break!"

Brother Maza ate seriously, and couldn't help but beep in his heart while his lips and teeth were fragrant,

"These four or six out of tune can guess that damn it, it's really three hundred and sixty lines, and the line is the champion."

"Big guys, all big guys"

"Do you want to sit and talk? Although the center of the argument is a pot"

Lin Chou didn't ask any more questions, and if he asked again, he would touch the bones of the second fresh method.

Lin Chou pushed a few bowls and basins on the table that were covered by lids to the second concubine,

"Anyway, it's rare for someone to invite me to eat, so I have to try what I made."

"It's not me who invited you to eat, it's him." The second concubine said and opened a large bowl, "Elbows?" ”

The clear and bright thick soup, the slightly burnt flesh skin, but the meat quality is different from what she usually sees.

"This isn't a Black Mountain boar?"

Lin Chou shook his head and said,

"Iron Bone Pig, the rest are Black Mountain wild boars, and I have relatively few materials in my hands, so I only stewed four iron bone pig's elbows today."

The second woman sighed and gently picked it with chopsticks.

The tip of the bamboo chopsticks easily pierced into the flesh, but when she picked it up, it slipped between the chopsticks like jelly.

"Huh??"

Lin Chou handed over a spoon,

"You have to use a spoon to eat sugar-crusted elbows."

"Sugar-skinned elbow?"

"Yes, it's a color."

"Oh"

As soon as the meat is in the mouth-

Delicious!

It's so delicious!

It's so delicious that it explodes!

Tender, unbeatably tender.

Just by the touch on the tip of the tongue, you can imagine that this elbow must have been in the pot with a low fire for a very long time, and with it an indescribable light and pure fragrance.

That's right, it's pure incense.

This is the purest aroma of pork, and the effect of spices is almost not felt.

Iron Bone Pork is like an outlaw fanatic with a dangerous aroma, wanton, wild, and savage.

(What a beautiful craft)

Of course, she has been nurtured by the second freshness all the year round, and she can be regarded as having seen the world, and she is not so easy to lose her temper.

The second concubine fixed his mind,

"This elbow"

Lin Chou raised his eyebrows and waved his hand with a fixed face.

(It's time to show the real technique!) ）

"Ahem, it's not anything special."

"The singeing is shaped, and the ice water is plucked out on a small fire."

"The vast majority of people like to work the spices of stewed elbows, which is a little too extreme, but when it comes to sugar-skinned elbows, it is also another extreme, heavy hands and light materials, stewed this elbow is in a 'slow' word, tiny fire cold water pot, well, it is the kind of tiny fire that boils a pot of water for more than one or two hours, and the water is boiled, mainly rice wine, good rice wine, if there is an old flower carving before the cataclysm, it is the best, and then stew it carefully for six hours"

The pupils of the second concubine shrank and almost threw away the chopsticks, and her voice suddenly became sharp,

"Flower carving??"

"You, you, you, you really dare to think, who can afford to eat this elbow?"