Chapter 11:

When she walked to the grocery store, there were already two long queues in front of the store.
Pork, chicken and duck meat, which are more sought-after meats, sold out quickly. When it was her turn to buy, only the pig's water, trotters, and the liver, head, and claws of sporadic poultry were left.
These visceral bones are eaten without oil and water, people do not like to eat, but Zhao Lanxiang does not dislike it. These parts are all good things in her eyes, and the value is not worse than fat. It is just that the people now lack the seasoning of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and they can't bring out their delicious taste.
In the end, Zhao Lanxiang grabbed two pounds of pure lean meat and two pounds of trotters. The chicken, duck's kidneys, head, claws and other scraps did not fall at all, and they were put into the bag with a smile. She bought the unsatisfied meat ticket from the lord, and it soon ran out.
The clerk in the grocery store looked at the girl with a generous look, and glanced at her.
Zhao Lanxiang coughed and explained, "I am a new purchaser in the canteen, specializing in the purchase of meat."
Zhao Lanxiang finished this sentence before dispelling the salesperson's doubts. You must know that people in the city sometimes do not eat as well as in the countryside. The pork in each person's monthly share is only half a catty or a catty. Zhao Lanxiang bought it in one go It's hard for people to look at the weight of pork all year round.
Zhao Lanxiang packed the meat in a bamboo basket and quietly withdrew from the queued long dragon. She made a wink at He Songbai, who was hidden in the street alley.
In order to be unobtrusive, Zhao Lanxiang did not take a car, but chose to walk back to Hezitun on foot, and also chose a remote mountain road to walk.
There is no such thing as free trading in this era, except for a small share of self-produced and self-produced farmers, and the rest of the reselling of food and materials are all speculative. Speculation is a very dangerous act. If she is caught and will be sent to labor camp or jail in accordance with the seriousness of the plot, she does not want to lose her life in order to make money.
Zhao Lanxiang walked ten miles and finally returned to Hezitun before the sun set.
He Songbai's dark, thick brows came back from a street in the black market, and he never let go.
He followed this "cowardly" Zhao Zhiqing, watched her walking carefully around the mountain all the way, and grabbed several wild vegetables in the basket, disguised as digging wild vegetables. Not so ugly.
If she was caught, their He family would not be able to escape the "assistance" problem. He Songbai explained this to her behavior behind Zhao Zhiqing.
Zhao Lanxiang didn't know the complicated psychological activities of the man at this time. After returning home, she got into the log house and started busy cooking.
She cleaned the meat briskly, picked out the chicken and duck meat, cut the slices and scallion joints, and marinated them with cooking wine salt. The marinating time is very long. It will not be fully marinated until noon tomorrow. She found a clay pot and put them away, and then she started the preparation of fine marinade.
The meat she wants to make is similar to the cold food duck neck and claws that are popular in later generations. The flavor is unique and very attractive.
At that time, because she and Sister He loved food, the old man made a huge sum of money for a popular food show. Zhao Lanxiang is often invited to be a guest of the judges, and the program group's theme is to walk into folk cuisine and explore the secret recipe of lost cuisine. She followed the show with a lot of light. From the first episode to the last episode, she collected a lot of secret recipes.
There are folk foods in all major cuisines, but she has thought about some of them that are of interest and delicious to her. Unexpectedly, the interest that was cultivated as a play during this leisure time has now become a skill for her.
Zhao Lanxiang shook his head, his face showing emotions of impermanence.
She boiled more than 30 kinds of seasonings such as star anise, sanna, cinnamon, fennel, grass fruit, clove, amomum, pepper, cardamom, row grass, bay leaf, etc. into a pot of marinade, boiled out the color and left to cool Soak the marinated duck meat tomorrow.
After she finished these tasks, the kitchen of the He family overflowed with an incredible fragrance, and the delicious spices were mixed with a sweet taste of meat.
Although the old house of the He family is located in a relatively remote place, this neighborhood is not where people live. Zhao Lanxiang deliberately closed the window when cooking, and the pot was filled with a pot of unburned activated carbon for adsorption Odor. After finishing the cold-eat duck meat, she went out to breathe a bit, and the log room with the window closed was now hot like a stove, and her dark hair was sticking to her face, and it was sticky and uncomfortable.
She had just pushed the door out and saw He Sanya, who was drooling.
Zhao Lanxiang took out a piece of syrup from his pocket with a smile, "eat it."
This is the sugar she bought back to the children in the town. He Sanya loves to eat sweet, but when she grows up like this, she hasn't had much to eat sugar.
He Sanya's dark and bright eyes looked like she had opened the light. She accepted the sugar, but her eyes could not help but looked at the firewood room. The dilapidated and old firewood house of the He family was already her longing now. Heaven. She sniffed the fragrance that overflowed from the doorway, her mouth drooled from the tip of her tongue, and her throat swallowed it from time to time.
Zhao Lanxiang looked at her pitiful and lovely look, and she felt helpless.
She said: "There are trotters tonight to eat, rest assured, you are indispensable."
As she scratched the child's nose, the corners of her lips rose unconsciously. The food she made herself was pleasing to others, which was the biggest affirmation she got.
Although... the little guy probably has never eaten something delicious, and can't stand the slight smell. But that's okay...she will use what she has learned all her life, take her one by one, and feed this thin and poor child.
Zhao Lanxiang wasn't quite sure that the fragrance in the fire room had spilled out, and then he went back and took a pile of unburnt charcoal and smashed it into small pieces to lay flat on the ground, and tightly sealed the jar of marinade and cured meat.
She waited until the flavor was almost gone before she started to stew the pig's trotters. The five-spice package of the trotters was not as troublesome as the marinade. When I made the five-spice trotters a few days ago, the spices she found were not complete. This time she went to the black market to search around and filled many vacancies. The trotters tonight will be even more delicious!
When He Songbai returned home, he chopped firewood to pick up water, and finished the scattered work of the family. Only this time did he have free mind to think about the "uneasy" Zhao Zhiqing at home.
When he smelled the fragrance overflowing from the slit of the firewood window, when he saw He Sanya biting the meat with satisfaction, his dark eyes crossed a dark, complex.
There were countless thoughts in his heart that allowed the woman to settle down, and suffered repeatedly on the way back, but seeing this scene, He Songbai was shaken.
Over the years, they have been honest farmers, and they dare not break rules and do bad things. Does God let them go and let them live peacefully?
No, since he was sensible, the gossip and words around him have never stopped for a day, and rumors and maliciously wrapped his life. He was branded with bad elements, and he was grateful that the organization did not completely abandon them, and gave them the opportunity to reform. However, he knew that as long as he lived for a day, he and his family would pick up their tails and be human, with a mark of shame that they would never wash away...
The situation is already so bad, what can make it worse?
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In the evening, Sister He drove the cattle of the brigade into the cowshed. When she washed her hands by the well, she smelled the aroma of meat in the air. She was thinking that it was Zhao Zhiqing who bought pork and came back for the tooth festival, alas! Tonight she must not eat her meat anymore. She has eaten so many good things in vain. However, she couldn't come up with something worth paying off! Sister He is very ashamed.
However, next year Sister He was beaten.
Zhao Lanxiang glanced at Sister He and pulled her to the fire room enthusiastically. The Baijingxiang soft rice was well packed into a bowl, each bowl of rice was sprinkled with a layer of fragrant gravy, and the stewed agate-colored pig's trotters glowed with oil under the kerosene lamp. Zhao Lanxiang didn't say anything, just put a piece of soft glutinous pig's trotters into her mouth.
"Delicious? Sanya ate two bowls of rice with this juice."
Sister He only felt a strong and mellow taste spread in her mouth, her tongue and teeth cooperated perfectly without listening, and she chewed up involuntarily. She also seemed to enjoy the joy she had never had before. The sweet and mellow honey juice made her irrational, and her hands and feet began to arouse. She walked to the table, picked up the rice bowl, and ate a big mouthful. Eat meat.
After eating one and thinking about one, the last bowl of rice bottomed out, and full satisfaction came from her stomach, and Sister He suddenly woke up...
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