In his previous life, as a person who was not spicy or happy, Chen Yu only felt that today was really lucky.

You can find two mountain peppers in this small forest.

He didn't think about transplanting, it was too troublesome. It is said to be a tree, but it is actually a shrub, which is cumbersome to transplant and may not be able to survive, and the root system is huge, and it is estimated that the spiritual fluid will not be able to save it if it lacks a few root veins.

Simply wrote down the location, two spicy trees were enough for him to eat for a long time.

Mash, stir ......

1/2 teaspoon salt, 1 spoonful of soy sauce, 1 spoonful of tempeh......

Stir and remove the slag.

The dregs remain, and the juice is poured into the pot.

Chen Yu was naturally not looking for trouble, but made the sauce according to the method in his memory.

Sauce.

In vain, more than a dozen seeds of mountain peppers were peeled off, and finally this small half bowl was made.

"If you want me to think, it's best to go through the oil on one side."

However, it is not a chili pepper, and it is really unclear what the taste of the mountain spicy seeds is left after the oil, and I dare not make sure that it is more mellow or directly burnt.

This step can only be omitted.

"Sliced ginger, cloves, star anise, pepper, peanuts..."

None of them.

Looking at the sauce in front of him, Chen Yu approached and gently sniffed the end of his nose, his face was not satisfied, ordinary people said that it was difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, not to mention that he was far from being a 'good woman', it was already very good to be able to make it like this.

But the taste is really not bad.

It can only be said that it can barely be seen. However, when I thought that I didn't expect much, it was still fragrant, and although it was not exciting but fragrant, I didn't think about it anymore, and I was looking forward to the finished product later.

Sniffing the spicy smell, my index finger moves.

It's better to add a little more sugar.

Thinking with regret, Chen Yuxuan put the sauce down in the bowl, and then went to the stove to turn the wild boar.

The mountain goods dried by the farmer are full of firewood, and they have to be boiled rotten.

Fortunately, it didn't dry for too long, about two or three months, so the firewood didn't need a lot, and the fat was removed in just two quarters of an hour after the water boiled, and the flesh was red.

The edges are dotted with white spots, which are oiled and watered, indicating that it has been boiled thoroughly.

If it has been left for a long time, or frozen, it is estimated that the skin and flesh are full of fine and small holes.

Fortunately, this one is still very 'fresh'.

Pinched the chopsticks, inserted one end into the meat, stirred twice and looked at it, he nodded, and then picked it up on the table and left it cold for a while.

Wait for the oil to re-solidify, so that the knife is slippery when cutting.

On the other side, the hot sauce is not finished yet, and he continues to be busy.

After the basic seasoning, it's time to chop the vegetables. With the hot sauce in hand, purslane can naturally be served cold, and the taste will be very different from before.

Toot toot!

The blade is sharp, back and forth on the roots, and quickly loaded into the plate, and another one is put under the knife, and it is quickly chopped.

Today's two are only long, and they are too short to eat, so he dropped the knife quickly.

It didn't take a few knives to solve the problem.

At this end, the firewood was just clamped, and the meat was cold, so Chen Yu scooped water to clean the iron pot.

After two shabu-shabu, there is still some grease on the bottom.

When it comes to meat, wild boar meat is darker than ordinary pork, and at the same time, the fishy smell is stronger, and if you slaughter it alive in the pot, it will make people feel like urine.

Of course, this is nothing to people who are extremely hungry, but neither the farmers under the mountain nor Chen Yu have reached that point, Xizhou is still stable on the whole, and although Guangyong is gradually rising, there are only a few people in the cholera township after all.

After all, a group of mud legs, there is no oil and water to fish.

So this wild boar obviously moved other processes after being hunted, I don't know if it was a local method, anyway, he smelled not only not fishy, but also with some grass and wood.

I really don't know what herbs these farmers have used to give them aside.

Fingers pinched, licked.

Immediately, his eyes were gone, good fellow, and it was salted. Even the worst-quality mountain salt, made by local methods, is not available everywhere.

Soil salt, coarse salt, refined salt.

The Taoist temple uses the second class, and the former is also called sand salt, which is not mixed with sand in the salt, but the other way around. Therefore, this salt is the cheapest and most widely spread.

However, many ordinary people do not eat it, but use it to pickle and store food like this.

Even when raising cattle and horses, it will be used - mixed with salt water to drink these big guys.

Refined salt is also called snow salt, white as snow, it may be exaggerated to say that the price is higher than that of Liancheng, but a jar of 100 taels of silver is not an exaggeration.

Back to the moment, Chen Yu withdrew his fingers and cut the meat into shreds with a knife.

It's not too thin and too fine, the wild boar meat is just mixed with a taste, and it's too fine to be able to eat it later.

When you are ready, pour in some clear oil - this oil is slightly astringent, but it is normal, even in the restaurant under the mountain, Chen Yu has not eaten the same oil as in his previous life, it is really not pure.

Pour some, and the yellow is clear in the pot.

The temperature gradually rose, containing a few bubbles, crackling and ringing in my ears from time to time, and the water droplets rolled down into the oil and splashed.

Wild boar in the pot.

Crackling!

Suddenly, there was a lot of movement, and at the same time, it was burnt and fragrant.

Chen Yu swallowed his saliva and kept stirring. I have a pre-cut bracken at hand, and I'm waiting to put it in the pot later.

It was not until the flesh was golden and even faintly began to turn black and charred that he picked up the basket and poured it down.

It's another stir-fry.

Bracken can't be oiled for too long, otherwise it will not be crispy but fluffy in your mouth.

Raise a little well water, and a sound of water vapor soars in front of you.

Cover the lid, Chen Yu waited for a while and lifted it, a strong fragrance pulled his nerves, he took the sauce, scooped a small spoonful and sprinkled it on it, added some seasoning condiments, stir-fried twice and shoveled it up, and put it on the plate.

Steaming hot, put on the desk.

Then, he poured the purslane into the pot, stir-fried it with the remaining oil and water, and quickly scooped it up.

Two plates of hot dishes are baked, and a plate of cold salad garnished with red hot sauce.

Chen Yu scooped three scoops of water, dug up rice, and the flames were high. Then put on the wooden lid and leave it alone.

Carrying three dishes to the courtyard, the fragrant wind gusted along the way, fluttering in the courtyard.

It was not early at this moment, it was already noon, and he had already felt hungry in his stomach, so he didn't stay any longer, and he was about to taste his craft with chopsticks and what it tasted like with fresh hot sauce.

Yo~

The chopsticks in the air were paused, and he looked down, but he saw that the gluttonous deer was leaning closer, and a pair of big eyes were looking directly at the dishes on the table.

Chen Yu was speechless, it is indeed very fragrant, yes, but you are a deer, you can eat it, you can shout.

Yo~

It turned out that the other party might indeed want to try it, so he rubbed the fawn's head helplessly, and then threw a cold purslane in the place where there was not much hot sauce.

The fawn took a mouthful.

Chew.

Then jump three feet high!

Yo Yo Yo!

Looking at the vegetable root spit on the ground, Chen Yu saw the other party jumping around in the yard with a short tail and running back and forth. I guess it's spicy.

Let's just say that you can't eat it, you have to eat this bite.

Ignoring it, he took one and put it in his mouth.

The more you chew, the more weird your face becomes.

There is indeed no shortage of freshness, crispiness and tenderness...... It's just a little spicy, no, it's too spicy.

It's just right to eat.

He didn't spit it out like a gluttonous deer, he swallowed it and thought it was quite delicious.