Brother Ye looked at Yu Jian and fell into deep thought again, and he didn't bother her anymore, and turned up the freezer by himself. His sister had just delivered a lot of fresh meat and vegetables to complete the freezer, which was already somewhat bottomed out.

"Sister, why don't we make horse intestines?" Brother Ye didn't know where to find the horse intestine wrapped meat that had been put for a long time, the skin was frozen hard, and it was still shining with oil.

This sentence interrupted Yu Jian's thoughts, she raised her eyes to see the young man's somewhat greedy look, pursed her lips and smiled: "Okay, then you quickly knead the dough." This is the first time this year that we have made horse intestines, so we need to be more prepared."

In winter, one of the best meats in Xinjiang Province is horse meat. The production of horse sausage meat is very cumbersome, the fat and thin horse ribs are cut, the most delicate meat is selected, the snow is taken from water to marinate, and the horse intestine is carefully penetrated. Under the protection of casings, horse meat is air-dried in charcoal smoke. With the temperature freezing extremely quickly, it can maintain maximum freshness. After a few days, the frozen meat is evenly dehydrated in the smoke and fire, and the surface layer also changes the color of caramel, and the oil that spills from the meat slowly infiltrates the casing, and the fragrance quietly comes out.

The horse sausage in his hand should have been pickled by Chef Li of the restaurant last year, and the two ends were tightly tied with cotton ropes, one after another, and when you get closer, you can smell the unique taste of horse meat.

Yu Jian took out the cauldron of stewed meat, swirled the horse intestines into it, and added cold water to start simmering. The smoked horse sausage itself already has a slight flavor, so wait until the heat is boiling, add a little salt, and cook it over low heat for an hour to make the meat soft and rotten.

On the other side, Brother Ye was making hand-rolled noodles. Naren is noodles, half an inch wide, because it is unique hand-rolled, it tastes unusually chewy and refreshing.

After listening to Yu Jian's words, even if his hands were already sore, Brother Ye still made enough two large baskets, looking at the white tender noodles stacked together, there was an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

Since I ate Naren today, the free soup was replaced with a rich milk tea. After all, in the hearts of the people of Xinjiang Province, milk tea and Naren are a perfect match. There are still four kinds of stir-frying, and there are not too many tricks, but there are slight adjustments in the production of vegetables.

As the time for the horse intestines to stew was approaching, several people outside the door quietly sniffed their noses. The assistant was a little dazed by the smell of this strange fragrance that he had never smelled before, so he sighed twice and muttered, "What does this smell like?" The fragrance is like a strand of silk wrapped around the tip of his nose, no matter how he pulls it, he can't pull it off, and the tighter it wraps up, the more it makes him go up.

The proprietress sniffed it carefully, but smiled: "Ouch, this is not a horse intestine! It's a shame that these two people still know how to take it out and make it, I almost forgot about it......" Lao Li told her when he left, don't forget that there is also smoked horse intestines in the back kitchen, but this is busy, and it is really left behind.

"Horse ...... Horse meat?" The assistant was dumbfounded, a little incredulous, and his voice was shaking, "Yes...... Is that the horse I was thinking?"

This Chinese people are so scary! Why do you still eat horse meat? In his impression, horses are good friends of human beings, and equestrian performances are even more colorful. The one that the boss had raised in the horse farm was also good, fat and healthy, and he would have liked it more if his attitude had been kinder. By the way, what's the name of that horse......

"Louise."

"Yes, yes, yes! That's the name......" The assistant clapped his hands, and at the same time, his facial features instantly distorted. How does the boss know what he's thinking? Could it be that you can't read minds??

Tang Yuan glanced at him coldly, and from his crooked facial movements, he knew that he definitely couldn't think of anything good in his head! Sure enough, he remembered that his horse was coming......

The proprietress looked at the unnaturalness on the faces of the two and explained, "The horse meat we eat is all bred meat horses, which is very nutritious. If you can eat it a few times in early winter, you will be in good health for the whole year!"

However, after explanation, the expressions of these two people are still undeclared. The proprietress grinned eight teeth, and when she would naturally slap her face.

……

As time passed, the restaurant naturally flooded with a lot of diners.

"Teacher, are you really going back to your hometown?" The middle school students in the team followed the middle-aged man

Behind the man, he reluctantly asked, "Then are you coming back?"

The middle-aged man's eyes were a little melancholy, looking at the child with dark skin and long eyelashes, he touched his head and said a little apologetically, "I don't know either."

He's here to teach. From the panic on the first day to the habit now, it is a change in his state of mind, and it is his love for these children. But now, when his volunteer teaching time is up, he will also return to his hometown to accompany his elderly and frightened parents.

As for whether he can come back, he really doesn't know.

The middle school student turned around, hugged the middle-aged man's waist, and whimpered, "I can't bear to ...... you."

The middle-aged man sighed, patted him on the back, and comforted, "I won't leave until the beginning of spring next year!" Come on, it's our turn to eat."

The middle school student wiped away his tears and let him go, but there was still a crying voice in his voice: "That won't be long."

"You go back to your place first, and I'll serve you later." Yu Jian prepared the dishes on the middle-aged man's plate and said.

The middle-aged man smiled, "It's a coincidence, isn't it, I'll eat horse meat as soon as I come!"

When I passed by the proprietress, I didn't forget to say hello, and I lowered my voice and said, "I'll pay for their meals later, don't take the children's money."

The proprietress glared at him, "Is your meager salary enough?"

The middle-aged man laughed twice: "It's enough to eat a few meals at your place."

This conversation was listened to by Tang Yuan, who was closest to the cash register, and after the middle-aged man left, he heard the proprietress sigh in a low voice: "It is said that the conditions here are poor and the children are miserable, but where the suffering is only the children, these teachers who volunteer to teach, that is really hard......

Tang Yuan's ears moved, silently pondering this sentence, and suddenly an idea suddenly occurred in his heart.

Not far away, the students' interest was not high, even the most nourishing and uncommon horse intestine Naren had already been served, and everyone was not interested. It was a middle-aged man, who rubbed his chopsticks with his hands and took the lead in swallowing.

The horse sausage meat that is cut into thick slices is fat and thin, and the lean meat is wrapped in fat and tender fat, with a smoky smell of fruit wood firing, chewing slowly in the mouth, the more you chew, the more fragrant it is, and after swallowing, there is a special aroma back to the mouth, and the lips and teeth are fragrant......