Marinated is the best way to make the taste of pig's trotters in Mo Jingchun's heart.

The pair of pork trowels bought today are thick and meaty, especially suitable for marinating.

Naturally, this practice is also the most troublesome.

The soup should be prepared the night in advance.

Mo Jingchun took out the spices he bought from the town today, found out a few things to be used in the braised soup, prepared them aside, washed the chicken bones he got from the Liu family at night, and threw them into the pot with the barrel bones, and boiled them for two hours.

She started to stay up after dinner, until even the village dog was asleep.

When you lift the lid of the pot, you can see that the soup is milky white, and this is the broth.

Then, Mo Jingchun wrapped the spices in clean gauze and threw them into the broth, seasoned with ginger, garlic, sugar, salt, etc., and boiled them for about half an hour, and finally took them out.

The soup should be cooled overnight.

After doing this, I really can't stand it.

Covering the braised soup in the kitchen, Mo Jingchun stretched his waist and went back to the house to lie down, and fell asleep almost as soon as he touched the bed.

At dawn the next day, she got up again and continued to work on the trotters.

There are a lot of stubble on the pig's trotters that have not been plucked clean, Mo Jingchun felt prickly when she looked at it, she used a brush with hard bristles to brush it after burning it thoroughly, and finally brushed off the dirt on it.

After that, throw the trotters into the cold water.

This time soak for an hour, changing the water at least three times.

After soaking, Mo Jingchun chopped the pig's trotters into small pieces, and at this time, the sky was also bright, and Gao and Mo Qinglin both got up and wiped their faces in the yard to feed the chickens.

"Chun'er, when can I eat it?"

While she was blanching the pig's trotters, Mo Qinglin squeezed in, probed his brain in front of the pot, and showed a covetous expression at the brine that was heating in the other pot.

"Uncle, go away! The saliva is going to fall into the pot. ”

Mo Jingchun was quite disgusted and pushed his head away.

"Okay, well, uncle won't bother you. Uncle went to sweep the chicken shed for you, and I'll leave one more later! ”

Mo Qinglin has a hippie smile.

But there was no one to disturb him, Mo Jingchun took out the blanched pig's trotters and transferred them to another pot with braised soup, and then stayed in front of the pot.

Mo Jingchun likes a slightly chewy taste, so he didn't cook it in the braised soup for too long, and turned off the heat after about half an hour.

She was afraid that half an hour would be too short and not good enough for the taste, so she fished it out with the braised soup and put it in a clay pot and soaked it for another half an hour, and then took out the marinated pig's trotters.

"It smells so good!"

Mo Qinglin followed Mo Jingchun all the way until she put the bowl on the table: "Uncle, I'll send it to Brother Bo, you go and call grandma back, don't steal it!" ”

There are still a lot of two pairs of pig's trotters marinated, and she divided two bowls and filled them full.

Along the way, she didn't want the villagers to see a lot of mouths, so she took a cloth and covered it on the shoulder basket, also to prevent the dust from falling on it.

That's it in the village.

When Mo Jingchun arrived, he unexpectedly met Bo Qingshan practicing swords in the courtyard.

This was the first time she had met Bo Qingshan for morning exercises.

In the autumn breeze, Bo Qingshan quickly used a set of sword moves. The body of the sword is like a beam of cold light, sometimes turning into a dragon into the sea, and sometimes turning into a long rainbow through the sun.

Mo Jingchun was dazzled, and he didn't notice that the autumn leaves that were forced to fall by the sword qi were drenched all over his body.

Bo Qingshan noticed her coming, hurriedly put away his sword, frowned, and said, "Why didn't you make a sound when you came?" What should I do if I get hurt? ”

He just sensed that there was someone behind him, and when he turned his head to see her standing a few steps away, he was startled, and then he was a little angry: In such a small yard, he didn't know that someone was coming, what if he didn't pay attention to the stabbing?

Mo Jingchun waved his hand and rested the basket on the stone table beside him: "My steps are fast, I will definitely be able to dodge." ”

In exchange for Bo Qingshan's eye knife.

He was sweating, and his back clothes were wet, and he felt that it was not appropriate to meet guests like this, so he asked Mo Jingchun to sit in the courtyard for a while: "I'll go and change my clothes first, you can sit first, or go to the study to read." ”

Mo Jingchun listened to his words, found a book from the study that he could understand most of the words, and did not sit in the study, but enjoyed the autumn atmosphere in the small courtyard.

Bo Qingshan changed into a crimson round-necked robe, with a leather belt around his waist, which made him even more slender and slender.

Mo Jingchun rarely saw him dressed so ceremoniously, so he couldn't help asking: "Brother Bo, do you want to see a guest today?" ”

Bo Qingshan lifted the basket she brought and glanced at it, and when she heard the words, she curled the corners of her lips: "Yes, there is a distinguished guest today." ”

"So you're going to town? Or in the county? ”

"No, I'm here, waiting for him to come to the door." Bo Qingshan's smile was tinged with mockery, "I haven't seen this cousin of mine for a long time, I don't know what he will say this time that I don't like to hear?" ”

Mo Jingchun was stunned, he only understood that his cousin was coming, was it not appropriate for him to be here?

Mo Jingchun was still thinking about saying goodbye here, but Bo Qingshan instead asked her to stay: "Jingchun girl, you have to do me a big favor today." ”

How could she help him?

Mo Jingchun was confused.

I saw the corners of Bo Qingshan's mouth curled up, and he seemed to be in a good mood: "Please prepare a table of banquet for me tonight, and the ingredients you need are mentioned to Hang Sheng." Just one thing to note. This cousin of mine has never been spicy. ”

"So. All light dishes? ”

"Nope." Bo Qingshan rubbed his wrist joints, making a creaking sound, and his smile was full of coldness, "It's all spicy, the spicier the better." ”

！！！

Mo Jingchun noticed it from the smile of the person in front of him. She felt that Bo Qingshan's relationship with his cousin did not seem to be very good.

This is a fight between the gods, and the little ghost suffers?

Mo Jingchun wanted to refuse, isn't it good to call Hang Shenglai for such an errand? He doesn't even have to bother thinking about a table full of chili dishes, just playing his normal cooking skills is enough to shock the world, and he guarantees that he won't want to come next time when he calls his cousin.

She doesn't want to suffer.

Bo Qingshan made a despicable comparison with her: "Do this for me, this is your reward." ”

All right.

Mo Jingchun was silent and agreed.

She has always been more tolerant of those who are generous.

She still silently pointed to the food basket on the table: "Braised pig's trotters." ”

Bo Qingshan had already noticed it and was ready to move.

At this moment, I picked up a piece and put it in my mouth according to her words, and I didn't even take chopsticks.

The surface of the marinated pig's trotters is ruddy and oily, Bo Qingshan is full of juice in one bite, and the hoof meat is crispy and sticky but chewy, and it is entangled with the teeth, and it is difficult to give up.

Bo Qingshan was annoyed that it was too difficult, but his body was very honest.

Before he swallowed it in his mouth, he couldn't wait to twist a piece in his hand.

Mo Jingchun was not polite to him, and sat opposite him and gnawed - because of him, he had to stay here for most of the day, and he couldn't go back to eat the braised pig's trotters left by his family.

Seeing that she also sat down, Bo Qingshan tried to make himself look more gentle, and commented: "Very good, very good." ”

Seeing that he had already made a preliminary judgment in his heart, Mo Jingchun asked sincerely: "Brother Bo, do you think it is feasible for me to take the braised meat to the town to sell?" It is not limited to braised pig's trotters, or pig's head meat, pig's ears and other corners. ”

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