However, she really wanted to boil lard!

Bibimbap with lard is Ji Nanyi's childhood memory, but she rarely eats it when she grows up.

When my grandmother got older, she often watched some health programs.

The brick family always said that it was not good to eat lard, but grandma firmly believed that she rarely bought pork belly from then on!

Ji Nanyu turned his head again and looked at Zhao Wumian's paws.

This time, he was caught.

Zhao Wumian was originally closing his eyes and recuperating, waiting for her to finish playing, clean up the mess, and re-roast the meat to eat.

But even with the eyes closed, it's hard not to notice this little look of longing.

"What's wrong? Is there anything I need help with? ”

Ji Nanyu breathed a sigh of relief, for thin-skinned people, passive requests are always better than active requests.

"Can you help me cut this slate into a concave shape?"

Zhao Wumian was a little silent, this kid was quite capable of tossing.

Forget it, this stone slab is useless to press on it, just to suppress the flames and control the fire.

Even if you leave it there and ignore it, it will be baked and dented after a long time, and it will be replaced when the time comes.

Ji Nanyu saw that he was silent, and thought that he didn't understand, so he kept gesturing the shape he wanted with his hand.

Half a minute later, Zhao Wumian nodded in agreement.

"Okay, no problem, just do what you say."

He stretched out his hand, while Ji Nanyu was secretly observing.

Suddenly, the originally white hands turned into fluffy wolf claws.

The black wolf fur covered the entire arm, and the originally rounded nails stretched into sharp claws that were eight or nine centimeters long.

The nails are deeply inserted into the slate, making a semi-arc.

A simple stone pot was formed.

The speed was too fast, and Ji Nanyu hadn't even reacted yet.

Just transformed into a wolf's claw!?

I thought I would recite a mantra or something, but it seems to be a change of heart.

She looked down at her paws, could she be so domineering?

As soon as his mind moved, his hand turned into a wolf's claw.

It's just that the gap is a bit big......

There's a little pink pad in the middle of these soft paws?

And the nails are only about two centimeters?

Excuse me, is her breed really a wolf? Really, really not a cat?

And Zhao Wumian, who had been watching silently, saw her depressed little appearance, and the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously.

This kid, how can you feel so funny.

He raised his hand and touched his nose to cover the upturned corners of his mouth: "Don't worry, female nails are generally shorter. ”

But......

This was the first time Zhao Wumian had seen a female with such short nails, like a little milk wolf.

"Really?" Ji Nanyu looked at the past with a blank eye.

Zhao Wumian nodded against his will.

Ji Nanyi, who was very comforted, regained his confidence and began to devote himself to food production.

She scooped a scoop of water, washed the slate again, remembered that she had forgotten to thank her, and refilled it.

Zhao Wumian had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Although her combat effectiveness seems to be weak, in terms of politeness, I am afraid that the entire tribe is not as good as her.

Newborns are lacking in the tribe, so females have a high status.

Relying on the fact that they can give birth to cubs, many females are very arrogant and take the male's kindness to her for granted.

What's more, it also implemented the move of one female and multiple males!

In comparison, Ji Nanyi's politeness seems a bit novel.

She cut the lard into small pieces, poured it into the pan and added a few spoonfuls of water.

Then learn from Zhao Wumian in the morning and rekindle the fire.

When the water boils, it bubbles and the grease dissolves into the water little by little.

When there is enough oil, there is a crackling sound in the pan, and it needs to be slowly boiled over low heat.

Ji Nanyu pulled the wood with a relatively long stick, making the fire smaller.

After a long wait, the smell of the oil is already out.

Zhao Wumian, who was originally just a child playing, smelled this fragrance and looked into the pot.

Little by little, the volume of the lard became smaller, and it was fried until it was golden and crispy, and it became lard residue.

Ji Nanyu originally wanted to find a spoon to fish out the lard residue, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he remembered that he didn't know where the spoon was.

I don't even know if there are spoons at home......

And Zhao Wumian on the side seemed to be able to read minds, and told her out loud in a timely manner.

"Are you looking for something to get this meat out?"

He turned his wheelchair to Ji Nanyu's side and reached out to pull the cabinet next to the earthen stove.

The cabinet is made of several wooden boards, and there are two floors inside.

There are bamboo tubes for drinking water and some strange-shaped utensils.

It was a mess below, it was approaching evening, the light was dim, and Ji Nanyu didn't see anything clearly.

After getting the spoon, she fished out the lard residue and put it in a small wooden basin.

It is said to be a wooden basin, but in fact, it is a hole in the middle of a large piece of wood.

It's simple, but it's practical.

The small lard residue looks very small when it floats in the pot, but when it is served in the basin, it almost doesn't fit.

The freshly fried oil residue is particularly fragrant!

When I was a child, when my grandmother was boiling lard, she was like a little mouse.

From time to time, I secretly use chopsticks to pick a piece from the pot, especially when the lard residue still retains a trace of fat, and the taste is more crispy.

Zhao Wumian looked at the small pot of golden and crispy oil residue, and was embarrassed to reach out to ask for it.

Originally, he didn't have much hope, but this is too fragrant, right!?

Ji Nanyu just used the remaining bamboo chips to make two pairs of bamboo chopsticks simply.

She picked up a piece of lard residue and blew it carefully.

And Zhao Wumian on the side quietly swallowed his saliva, and his eyes moved little by little with her movements.

I thought she would eat this bite by herself, but she didn't expect to keep it for herself.

Ji Nanyu's eyes were shining, and he looked at him expectantly.

"Taste it, it's delicious~"

When Zhao Wumian was eating, he deliberately controlled his facial expressions.

As for why you want to control it, because this thing is much tastier than roast pork!

The lard residue is crunchy to chew, and there is no burnt taste at all, leaving a fragrant taste in the mouth.

"How?"

Ji Nanyu also stuffed a lard residue in his mouth, and his speech was a little slurred.

Zhao Wumian pondered for a while, how can he praise such a delicious thing?

"This thing tastes very fragrant, crispy and delicious, and it is not greasy at all......"

He made a solemn comment, then pointed to the small wooden basin and asked, "Does this have a name?" ”

It's a great joy to get the approval of others for something you like.

Ji Nanyu introduced him with a smile: "What you just ate is called lard residue, and those things in the pot are called lard." ”

"Lard?"

"Yes, the kind that looks shiny and transparent, but is slippery to the touch."