Chapter 256 Lard residue
Tong Huaqiong, Zhao and Aunt Qin were busy in the kitchen.
Refine the lard first.
Zhao worked very efficiently and was the chef.
Aunt Qin sat in front of the pot and lit a big fire. The lard was quickly sizzled out, and the whole yard was filled with an enticing aroma.
Zhao sniffed, not knowing if it was her illusion, but she always felt that the lard from her in-laws' home was more fragrant than the one she made at home.
Zhao said, "Pigs that eat corn are indeed different. The lard here is more fragrant than the lard we usually make."
Aunt Qin nodded and said, "I thought I was the only one who felt this way. Now that we can both smell it, it shows that lard is really fragrant. But even if it smells good, I can't bear to feed corn to pigs."
Zhao said: "Who says it's not true? Only my in-laws are willing to do so."
Tong Huaqiong thought that the castration of the pig was very successful and the smell was eliminated.
The lard was quickly refined. Zhao scooped out the lard residue, drained the oil and put it in a clean basin.
In the countryside, lard residue is a great delicacy that can be used to make dumplings, buns, stews, and some families even give it to children as a snack.
In this era of material scarcity, ordinary people cannot resist the temptation of lard residue.
Maner, Yaozu and Liu Yanhong smelled the fragrance, peeked into the kitchen, and saw the lard residue in the big basin, which made them very greedy.
The three children didn't care about the heat and picked up the lard residue, blowing on it while eating.
Tong Huaqiong filled two bowls and handed them to Mrs. Zhao and Aunt Qin respectively.
"I'll just eat one piece to satisfy my craving."
"Leave it for Taohua and the others to eat."
Aunt Qin and Zhao refused again and again.
In the village, who would be willing to give away a big bowl of lard residue to others?
Such good lard residue should be saved to slowly satisfy your craving.
Tong Huaqiong said, "You two helped me cook, can't you have a bowl of lard residue? There's plenty of it."
Mrs. Zhao and Aunt Qin took it.
Tong Huaqiong asked Man'er to bring some sugar and pour it into a plate, so that Zhao and Aunt Qin could eat it with the sugar.
In the minds of Mrs. Zhao and Aunt Qin, only the nobles in Shengjing can eat pork lard dipped in sugar.
Now, thanks to Tong Huaqiong, they can also eat it.
If it were in modern times, Tong Huaqiong would not dare to feed people lard dipped in sugar. Is that still necessary to keep blood sugar and blood lipids stable?
Only in this era when ordinary people could only eat meat a few times a year did she dare to let Zhao and Aunt Qin eat like this, just to replenish the fat in their stomachs.
Tong Huaqiong filled two more bowls and asked Yaozu to take them out to the villagers who were helping to slaughter the pigs at home.
Tong Huaqiong ate one piece and then she didn't dare to eat any more, even though she also liked eating lard residue.
Because unlike Aunt Zhao and Aunt Qin, Tong Huaqiong eats meat every day. Her stomach is not short of oil and water, and she is afraid that she will develop high blood lipids.
Mrs. Zhao and Aunt Qin ate half a bowl and put it down. They planned to take the rest home to make dumplings.
"This lard residue is good!"
Han followed the smell of lard residue to the kitchen.
Zhao and Aunt Qin were so frightened that they stood up.
What kind of identity does the county magistrate's mother have to allow her to live in a rural earthen stove room?
The yellow lard residue was placed in the bowl, shining with an oily luster, and looked quite tempting.
Han couldn't move his eyes away.
Now that the family conditions are better, her son will get it for her whenever she wants to eat it. She hasn't eaten lard residue for a long time.
Tong Huaqiong picked up the lard residue and handed it to Han, saying, "Try it, it's just out of the pot and still hot."
Han didn't hesitate to take her bowl, pulled a stool and sat in front of the pot to eat.
Zhao and Aunt Qin looked at each other in shock.
"It smells so good." Han's mouth was dripping with oil from eating. She wiped it with a handkerchief and said.
"Grandma, if you want to eat it, let my dad ask someone to make more for you." Liu Yanhong said.
Han smiled and said, "You don't know what a hard life your father had when he was little. He was lucky to have lard residue to eat. When he was two years older than you, I borrowed money to buy a pound of lard residue to make dumplings during the Chinese New Year. Unexpectedly, it was eaten by the neighbor's cat. Your father cried like crazy."
These words brought Zhao and Aunt Qin closer together.
Zhao couldn't help but ask, "Master Liu also came from a poor family?"
Han opened up and said, "His father died early, and I raised him in the village. The people in the clan occupied my family's land, so I had to go to the county to do laundry and work as a maid to support him. Life was difficult."
Aunt Qin sighed, she never expected that Lord Liu had such a hard life, so she sighed: "With such a hard life, it must be not easy for Lord Liu to study well."
When it comes to her son's studies, Mrs. Han becomes very proud.
Among the Liu family, only her son could read it.
Zhao took the opportunity to say, "No wonder Lord Liu cares so much about our crops. He comes to the fields from time to time to care about farming. Sometimes he even talks to us about farm work when he meets us. It turns out Lord Liu is also from a farming family."
Tong Huaqiong said: "That's also due to the good education of the mother."
Mrs. Zhao and Aunt Qin nodded and praised Mrs. Han for her good education.
Flattery never wears out, and after hearing this, a smile broke out on Han's serious face.
The son of the county magistrate made Han think of Gu Jingzhe in the yard. Judging from Tong Dajiao's character, the youngest son of the Gu family must be as promising as his son.
Han looked towards the yard.
Gu Jingzhe cut the large intestine and meat, and then continued to cut the vegetables.
Lu Zhaozhao stood in front of the chopping board and smiled brightly at Gu Jingzhe.
Gu Jingzhe laughed so hard that he felt very embarrassed.
"My brother gave you a box of books, and I brought it to you." Lu Zhaozhao said.
Gu Jingzhe thanked him.
"My brother asked me to tell you that Wanliu Academy is now recruiting students and can exempt part of the tuition. Do you want to take the exam? The qualifications of Wanliu Academy are definitely better than those of the private schools in this town." Lu Zhaozhao said.
Gu Jingzhe declined politely, "We'll talk about this after I pass the exam next year."
"Do we need to wash these vegetables?" Lu Zhaozhao pointed at the vegetables next to Gu Jingzhe and was about to roll up his sleeves to get to work.
"I'll do it, you don't have to do it." Gu Jingzhe moved the vegetable bowl in front of himself.
Gu Jingzhe wondered how the eldest daughter of the Lu family could work in the Gu family.
Han looked at Gu Jingzhe and Lu Zhaozhao talking, her eyes full of aunt's smile.
It’s a perfect match!
Tong Huaqiong straightened up and naturally saw the two people in the yard.
Alas, fate cannot be stopped, it cannot be stopped at all!
When Han was happy, she rolled up her sleeves to help with cooking.
Mrs. Zhao and Aunt Qin waved their hands repeatedly.
Han said, "That's nothing. It's not like I haven't done this job before."
So he sat next to Tong Huaqiong and started kneading dough to make steamed buns.
Even though she hadn't touched water for so many years, Han still hadn't lost her old working skills. She rolled the buns skillfully and put them into the steamer after the water boiled.
With one more person working in the kitchen, the speed increased significantly.
Soon two large pots of stewed pig blood and offal were ready.
Tong Huaqiong also made buns with lard residue.
Everyone enjoyed the big bowls of meat and vegetables, plus the buns.
"The pork from Dashu's family is more delicious than what we usually eat. Have you noticed?" The village chief couldn't help asking, holding a big bowl of juicy meat dishes and eating with a satisfied look on his face.
"It is indeed more fragrant. Look at Aunt Tong's cooking skills. Even the cakes she bakes are better than those in Sushiyuan, not to mention her cooking." said a young laborer.
"No, the last time your Aunt Tong hung the plaque, we had the same big pot dish, but the pork we bought didn't taste as good as this." The village chief felt that it couldn't be explained by Tong Huaqiong's good cooking skills.
Everyone listened to the village chief, tasted the food carefully, and found that it was true.
Today, the Gu family’s big pot dishes are obviously more fragrant and delicious.
So everyone concluded that Tong Huaqiong's pigs were good because they were fed corn.