Zhang Chi had fished out the cow's blood here, and Cannon had already stripped off a whole piece of cowhide and hung it on a branch next to him to dry.

Seeing that Cannon was about to come down from the ladder, Zhang Chi asked, "What are you looking for?" ”

"Find a cart and pick up the offal".

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Zhang Chi directly pushed a forage cart.

This thing is a bit like a cement cart on the construction site, forget it, it's not like it, it's just this thing at all, it's just pushing grass in the pasture and pushing cement on the construction site.

As the tripe was sliced open, the entrails slid into the cart below.

Boy! A cart full of cow offal, and a pile of spikes.

"Feed the dogs or what?" Cannon asked.

"How can such a good thing be fed to a dog, and you don't eat it?" Zhang Chi asked.

"We eat, but people don't eat here," Cannon said.

In Cannon's hometown, the poor are almost unable to eat, how can they not eat these things.

It's just that the people here don't eat offal, first, it's difficult to take care of, and second, the most important thing, they don't know how to do this thing at all. Americans' cooking skills, in addition to steaming or boiling, or not frying, adding a little salt or something is considered a general cooking level, if you can add a little onion or something, it is considered a chef's level.

There is no concept of frying, and as for how to get rid of the fishy smell of internal organs, there is no shadow.

Think about it, if we Chinese only boil offal and fry offal, there will be a few who like to eat beef offal.

"Wait for me to deal with it, let's keep a little bit of this thing, and give most of it away," Zhang Chi said.

"You have the final say, but how to divide this meat?" Cannon asked.

A few corbels are separated, and then the ribs are also divided," Zhang Chi said.

Cannon asked, "Do you want to divide the steak into parts or a whole piece?" ”

"The sirloin, filet, upper brain, and eye meat parts are all divided into steaks, and the rest is a whole piece," Zhang Chi thought for a while and opened his mouth to say.

“ok！” Cannon nodded.

Zhang Chi pushed the internal organs of a cart, found a place to sit down, divided the beef heart, beef liver or something, put it in a basin, and added some water to soak out the blood inside.

As for the intestines and tripe with excrement, they are put in another basin and rinsed briefly.

Zhangchi Ranch is completely grass-fed cattle, so these filths don't stink much, but there is a strange smell, which is the smell of grass fermenting in the cow's intestines, not the smell of feces.

Generally speaking, grain-fed cattle and fed cattle will have that strong smell of feces, and grass-fed cattle do not have that smell.

There is no smell of feces, it is much easier to clean up these dirt, and these things do not need to be treated too much, just get them out and put them directly on the grass of pasture, there are not many artificial additives, and there is naturally no pollution at all.

Even if there is no smell of, but Zhang Chi is still quite careful to wash, using our Chinese release method, first wash a few stubbles with clean water, then cast twice with salt water, and then wash with flour, until the water washed out is clear, which is considered to wash the internal organs.

Zhang Chi washed the internal organs here, and Cannon had already divided all the meat.

"Let's have a steak at noon."

Zhang Chi glanced at a pot of beef offal, although he really wanted to eat beef offal, but he really didn't have time to do it now, his refrigerator was not small, but it couldn't hold so much meat, so these meats had to be sent to a few families as soon as possible.

Fortunately, the weather at this time is relatively cool, and at noon, it is about ten degrees, and the beef will not be bad.

Cannon smiled, "Okay, then I'll prepare the potatoes, will I marinate the steak or you." I don't think my steak is as good as yours."

Zhang Chi smiled: "It's better for me to come, you ...... these meats."

After thinking for a while, Zhang Chi said again: Forget the big ones, put the small ones in the crisper box, put a little ice cubes, and use plastic wrap for the corbel...... Forget it, I'll do it."

After arranging the work, Zhang Chi began to get busy.

The two of them were busy for a while, and finally divided all the meat into the bags that should be packed, and the refrigerator at home was filled first, and the rest of the beef was put into two incubators, as for the big beef leg or something, I was not going to cut it for anything, but then I found that it would not work if I didn't cut it, so Cannon cut these guys again.

After fifteen minutes of marinating, the gas stove is on the fire, and the frying pan is placed on the fire, waiting for the pan to heat up, and a few pieces of butter are added.

Multiply!

As soon as the fresh steak is put in the pan, the aroma of butter and beef immediately rises.

Waiting for one side to fry until the meat changed color, turned over and continued to fry, the aroma of the beef became more and more sufficient, attracting the second dog to surround Zhang Chi's legs and keep meowing.

As soon as the temperature in the pot came up, the fat in the steak was forced out, and more and more fat burst into the pot with aroma, and with these fats, Zhang Chi put the cut small potato pieces into the pot and fried them.

Waiting for the potatoes to enter the pot, Zhang Chi added some beans around, these beans are not long beans, Zhang Chi's hometown is called short beans, what the scientific name is Zhang Chi really doesn't know, anyway, it's a kind of beans.

Fully let the potatoes and short beans absorb the oil, and wait for the slight burnt aroma on the side of the potatoes, and the short beans will begin to burn a little brown, and the potatoes and short beans will be fine.

If the two vegetables are good, it means that the steak is also good.

Give Cannon a serving first, Zhang Chi's steak needs to be fried for a while.

No way, the tastes of the two are different, Cannon has already eaten a juicy steak, almost five points over, seven points less, while Zhang Chi likes to eat cooked, and he doesn't like the kind of steak with myoglobin that many petty bourgeoisie in China, he wants to eat until it is fully cooked, at least he can't go up with a fork, and the knife will open and come out with red water.

"BOSS! Our beef is amazing."

took the steak and sat down on the table, Cannon directly poured some of Zhang Chi's secret steak sauce on the edge of the plate, cut the steak with a knife and fork, dipped it in the sauce, put it in his mouth and bit it gently, and felt that the fatty juice in the steak exploded in his mouth.

After chewing twice, the sauce tasted up, the thick black pepper flavor with a little bit of spicy aroma neutralized the slightly fishy beef, and suddenly changed the taste in his mouth, the meat aroma mixed with the aroma of the material, it really made Cannon can't help but praise it.

"Tastes good?"

"This steak can be directly fed into the rice shower," Cannon praised Zhang Chi again.

At this time, Zhang Chi's steak was also ready, he took out the steak and sat across the table.

Zhang Chi really poured the steak juice on the steak, so that the steak was all smeared with sauce on one side, and then cut it with a knife and fork, forked a small piece and put it in his mouth, and tasted it slowly.

Delicious indeed!

It tastes better than the steak Zhang Chi has eaten before, the steak is very tender, and there is almost no firewood feeling of the beef itself when you bite into it, and the grinding teeth on both sides are gently chewed, and the beef and juice are mixed together.

This is still Zhang Chi's fried for a long time, but the piece in front of Canon must be more tender and has a better taste than Zhang Chi's.

The steak that the two of them chose at noon was a T-bone, which was composed of loin, backbone and tenderloin, as for the lump, it was needless to say, how could it be like a thin slice in China, and the fried meat was slightly thicker than a normal adult's finger.

This kind of steak can be eaten by an adult, and as for potatoes and beans, it is just used to relieve greasy.

For the cowboys here, beef should be eaten like this, thin slices, and things that can be used as masks when thrown up, don't go with any vegetables, and there will be no greasy problems in the belly of those things.

The two of them ate steak deliciously, but the two dogs under the table were hungry.

Zhang Chi grabbed a steak and threw it under the table, even if it was a reward for Ergou, as for the rest, there was none! Zhang Chi believes in the words of his hometown: cats and dogs can't be fed too much, and if they are too full, they won't work.

"BOSS, our steaks are selling at a loss, if we open our own restaurant or something, it will definitely be better than us selling cattle" Cannon boasted about the beef.

Zhang Chi also knows that his steak tastes good, if the gourd can't make a good steak, it's really a bit unreasonable, how to say that it's also an artifact, it's not good, if the things that have been watered by the artifact are not delicious, then is it still worthy of the title of artifact?

"The proposal is good, but we can't do this, it's better to sell cattle honestly."

Let Zhang Chi open a restaurant? I didn't even do it when I killed Zhang Chi, I had worked in my uncle's restaurant for more than ten years, and I wanted to vomit a long time ago.

And it's hard to run a restaurant, you have to get up before dawn every day, prepare this and prepare that, and you can't close the stall until ten o'clock in the evening, you think about it.

This is still here, if it is estimated to be busier in China.

got rid of the hard work of the restaurant, and let Zhang Chi go back? Unless the gourd runs away one day, Zhang Chi would rather make less money than go to a restaurant.

Cannon and Zhang Chi enjoyed the steak, and finally finished the steak, and the two found that they no longer had the stomach to eat potatoes and green beans.

No way, this fresh veal steak is so fragrant and not greasy at all, after eating, I don't need vegetables to relieve greasy, and I don't need them to slip through the stomach and intestines, it is full of delicious veal, how can there be a place to put these.

After eating, Zhang Chi and Cannon made a pot of green tea and sat on the sofa under the porch, chatting about Xiaotian while eating and eating.

After drinking a pot of tea, Cannon went to work, while Zhang Chi drove the car and took the divided beef to the city.