Chapter 322 The reason why the grandson never came home was found
Ten minutes later, the sheep was completely skinned, leaving only the white and tender flesh.
According to this speed, it is indeed much faster than shaving after boiling water.
After the sheep was chopped up, Huang Erye and Zhang An then slaughtered the other one.
The little fat sheep that had been stripped clean was taken over by Fourth Master Zhang and disemboweled.
As soon as the internal organs were emptied, Fourth Master Zhang cut a piece and handed it to Wang Fang. She was waiting here to take it back and cook it.
Although mutton needs to be stewed for a long time, Zhang An has a pressure cooker at home.
So if you start cooking now, the mutton should be on the table in time for lunch.
The other lame sheep suffered the same fate. It was carried to the desk by Zhang An and then awaited trial.
By the time the two old men had tidied up the two sheep in the yard, lunch had been prepared in the house.
Zhang An felt that when slaughtering these two sheep, the time spent peeling off the skin was not as long as the time spent unloading the meat.
Huang Erye’s hands were feeling warm, and he wanted to lead out the two deers.
But in the end, the old man held back. After all, he was about to eat, and he would kill them first and let them cool down before peeling them off.
On weekdays when there are few people, Zhang An’s family basically eats hot pot every time because of convenience.
There were so many people today that it was rare that Zhang An’s family did not continue to cook large pots of food. Wang Fang came out again and served a large table of cooking.
"Let's go, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and eat. The weather is bad. It won't taste good when it gets cold later."
Wang Fang shouted for a while, Mr. Huang Fourth Master Zhang and I were reluctant to put down the sword.
So Grandpa Zhang An got up and shouted, and then asked Mr. Chen to come into the room.
There are many people today, and there are exactly ten people eating at the table, which is enough.
Fortunately, Zhang An changed the stove plate in advance and replaced it with an extra large plate surface. If it were the same one as before, There is really no room for so many people.
The temperature is too low now, so we have to eat on the table.
It is estimated that those stir-fried vegetables will not last long on the table, and the lard inside will solidify.
"Old man, this is your favorite fish with fine scales. Today I picked out the best ones and made them."
Mr. Chen likes fish with fine scales. Zhang An did not forget it, because Chen Ze came to purchase goods every month.
While Wang Fang was making lunch, he specially picked out a particularly plump fish with fine scales of seven or eight kilograms from the space.
Because Zhang An’s stove could not rotate, Zhang An moved the steamed fish with fine scales in front of the old man during the meal.
They don’t care about this fish. After all, they are tired of eating it at home for so long.
"You are a serious kid, and you can still remember the old man's hobby, then I won't be polite."
Mr. Chen has been in the military for most of his life, so he is very straightforward in temperament. , not coy at all.
I picked up the chopsticks without being polite to Zhang An, picked up a piece, put it into the bowl, and started picking at it.
"What's wrong, old man, is the way the fish is cooked not to your taste?"
After picking out the thorns, Mr. Chen put it in his mouth, but he frowned while eating.
After Zhang An found out, he didn’t think there was something wrong with the fish, so he thought the cooking method didn’t suit his taste.
"That's not true. This fish is the most delicious steamed fish I have ever eaten. Even if the ones made at home were pretty good before, there is still a gap in this comparison."
Meet Zhang An asked Getting up, Mr. Chen shook his head and hurriedly explained, fearing that he would be misunderstood by his host if he spoke too late.
What puzzled him just now was that the same fish cooked at their house was already delicious.
After all, their chef was selected over and over again, and finally found one.
Not to mention anything else, Mr. Chen liked his professional cooking skills very much.
I didn’t expect that at Zhang An’s house today, there would be someone whose cooking skills were better than theirs.
And after looking around, he quickly determined that the cook was Zhang An's mother.
So he felt very puzzled as to why a country woman had such skills.
If it weren't for the fact that Wang Fang was Zhang An's mother, I'm afraid he would have wanted to ask directly if he would like to work in their house.
Zhang An didn’t explain this either. Others didn’t know, but he still knew it in his heart.
He knows his old mother's cooking skills thoroughly. Although it is very good, it is not to the level of a first-line chef.
The reason why it works so well is not just because the ingredients are produced in space.
And when cooking, most of the seasonings used are grown by Zhang An himself in the space.
Since you don’t have enough talent and skills, you can use ingredients to make up for it.
At the dinner table at Zhang An’s house, wine is definitely indispensable.
Although the fruit wine Zhang An brewed is not ready yet, he still brewed a lot of medicinal wine.
Although we were drinking, no one encouraged us to drink. Everyone sitting here was used to eating at Zhang An’s house.
Each person has one or two liang cups, pour 2 liang of Huangjing wine, just taste it, and drink it until it is finished.
According to the conditions of Chen Ze's family, Mr. Chen has never drunk any kind of wine. As long as he wants this medicinal wine, he can get a lot of it immediately.
But today his eyes were opened. This wine was indeed extraordinary. Although it was only two ounces, he felt very comfortable after drinking it.
This was a feeling he had never experienced when drinking. He couldn't help but want to drink more.
However, he found that everyone at the table finished their cups and then stopped to eat.
This is different from what he imagined. Shouldn’t the people in the mountains be very good at drinking?
Furthermore, people in the mountains usually greet their guests with great enthusiasm, and they are the kind of people who have enough food and wine.
But now everyone only tastes it briefly, including Zhang An’s second grandfather, who only takes small sips of a small glass of wine.
He doesn’t think that all of you here are poor drinkers and can’t drink. No one will believe you if you tell them.
So when he saw others not pouring wine, he was naturally embarrassed to speak.
I thought there were some rules in Zhang An's family, so I stopped.
After all, when you are a guest in someone else’s home, you should do as you please.
Actually, it’s not that Zhang An doesn’t let everyone drink more. The main reason is that this wine is relatively tonic, so two taels per meal is the most appropriate.
Others are fine, but Mr. Chen’s body may be a little unbearable if there are too many.
This is no joke. Apart from the wine, all the medicinal materials added to this wine were grown by Zhang An in the space.
It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a great tonic. After a while, after Zhang An brews his own wine, he will be completely healthy.
But after he stopped drinking, Mr. Chen’s attention shifted to other dishes on the stove.
"Well, this mutton stew is good, and it doesn't taste bad."
Now Mr. Chen is more and more sure that Zhang An's mother is a very good cook.
Because the mutton was not only delicious when stewed, but he didn't even taste the mutton.
There are people who like the smell of mutton, and there are also those who don’t.
But in Zhang An’s place, most people don’t like the smell of mutton.
“Old man, this is the way the wild goat meat is. It tastes soft, tender, fragrant and has no smell.”
“And it has a nourishing effect, which is especially suitable for the elderly. Eat more."
Mr. Chen nodded. Such a delicious meal has aroused his greediness that has not appeared for many years.
I didn’t expect that my grandson, who was usually unreliable, would be brought to such a good place today.
Thinking of Chen Ze, Mr. Chen felt strange that his grandson had been silent since the meal.
It’s completely different from at home. When eating at home, he talks a lot and can’t stop even after eating.
As a result, Chen Ze didn't say a word here. He thought it was because he was there, so Chen Ze restrained himself a little.
When he turned around to look, he only found his grandson busy putting vegetables into the bowl.
The way he was eating made him feel angry. If it weren't for not being at home, he would have been criticized for saying this. It turned out that he was not talking because he was busy eating and had no time to talk.
After lunch, Zhang An made tea and greeted everyone.
Mr. Chen feels that he has been living comfortably today for so many years.
The wine is delicious, the meal is delicious, and the tea after the meal is even more delicious. I feel like my life was in vain.
At this moment, he finally discovered the reason why his grandson didn't love home and liked to run towards it whenever he had time.
Who wouldn’t like this kind of life in a place like this.
Especially a few days ago, Chen Ze went out and stayed for several days before going back.
As a result, Chen Ze's performance surprised him. His grandson actually got up early in the morning.
And even like him, he played Tai Chi in the yard.
And when he looked carefully, he found that his grandson was playing better than him.
When pressed, Chen Zecai told him that he had only recently learned this from Zhang An.
Mr. Chen wondered who could make his grandson change so much.
So Mr. Chen is very curious about his grandson’s friend.
No, he rarely leaves home, so he came here with Chen Ze today.
Huang Erye took a half-pay break and was ready to start working.
"Okay, okay, let's start working. Let's get the deer out quickly."
"Okay, let's go get it right away."
As Huang The second master shouted, and Chen Ze and Ding Yi immediately ran to the pen to lead the deer.
"Old Chen, that end of yours is mine, and this end is yours."
When they arrived at the big circle, Ding Yi discovered that Chen Ze was holding the one he had chosen.
At that time, this guy was thrown to the ground by Zhang An, and a piece of his head was rubbed off. There is still a scar.
“Oh, aren’t these two deer the same? As for how clearly they can be distinguished.”
Chen Ze doesn’t care, they are both deer anyway, not to mention that they are all about the same size, even if they are big He doesn't care if it's a little smaller.
"No, no, no, this guy almost hit me that day, but I was sure of him."
Ding Yi felt that it was not possible, he had to avenge this revenge no matter what. You have to peel off the skin, remove the bones and eat the meat.
"Okay, okay, I'll give it to you. You said you're such a big man, you're already thirty years old, how can you compete with a deer."
Chen Ze was helpless. He shook his head and exchanged the deer with him.
Huang Erye is a good at slaughtering deer, and his skills are even better than those of slaughtering sheep just now.
As soon as the two grass deer were put on the desk, they died before they felt any pain.
"Hurry and bring a basin and take out the heart of the deer first."
It is Huang Erye's habit to take out the heart first before killing the deer. After hearing this, Zhang An quickly brought a basin from home.
Huang Erye opened the cavity first and quickly took out the fresh deer heart inside.
“Hey, it’s still beating.”
Chen Zecong looked at the beating heart of the deer in the basin and couldn’t help but reach out to touch it. It seemed to be quite strong.
"This is nothing. If I were to slaughter a cow, the heart might pop out if you hold it in your hands."
Huang Erye smiled and looked at the two men. said the man.
"Really? Is the heart of a cow so powerful?"
The two of them have only eaten beef and seen cows walking, but they have never seen a scene of killing a cow.
“Not to mention the heart, the meat from the cow can still be felt beating after being cut off for a long time.”
While Erye Huang was chatting with the young people, his hand holding the knife showed no intention of stopping.
The small skinning knife was in his hand, as if he was trying to make a fool of himself.
After a while, the deer skin was skinned.
"This grass deer has been fed at Zhang An's house for a few days, and it seems to be stronger than a few days ago."
The other people didn't pay attention, but Mr. Huang was able to Feel it clearly.
When I was rushing down the mountain a few days ago, I could still see the backbone on the other side. Although it was not thin, there was not much meat either.
But when he touched the deer's back today, he could no longer feel the obvious backbone.
It is obvious that he has gained a lot of weight during the twenty days he has been kept in Zhang An's house.
After handling the two deer, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon.
Chen Ze originally thought of not removing the meat and just pulling the whole deer back.
But the trunk of his car was not easy to put in. Considering that he had to unpack it himself when he got back, he finally asked Mr. Huang to dismantle Brother Lu.
"Second Master, you have worked so hard today. This is our little thought."
The two of them had never eaten the deer head, so they did not plan to take it back, so they cut it into strips. The deer leg was handed to Mr. Huang.
The two of them heard Zhang An say that when killing a New Year pig, if the butcher is not given money, he must give a piece of meat to express his gratitude.
So the two of them thought it was natural to express their gratitude to Mr. Huang who had been busy all day.
Both of them felt that Mr. Huang was quite funny and he spoke nicely, but he was a bit unreasonable when giving money, so they cut off his legs directly.
"It's over. I just want this head. You can take the rest."
When the butcher uses the knife, he naturally wants to take something back with him. If he doesn't bring money, he will Bring meat.
So Mr. Huang did not refuse and accepted the two deer heads, but pushed back the two deer legs.
According to the price at which he sold venison a few days ago, two deer legs cost more than a hundred yuan.
He just killed two grass deer and skinned them. How could he ask for so much? His hands were not made of gold.
"If it's not the second master, just take a deer head. What's the meat in that thing?"
Seeing that the second master Huang didn't want the deer legs, both of them felt quite embarrassed.
"You two young people don't understand this. Although this head is not cleaned up, it is not bad at all."
Although the deer's head has many bones, it is not bad at all. Mr. Huang really didn't lie. It was really delicious after being packed.
Zhang An was lucky enough to eat it once when he was a child, but it was too troublesome to clean up, and not many people knew how to do it.
Nowadays, everyone hunts deer and sells them directly on the street.
No one is willing to eat it at home, so I really can’t eat this stuff.
Seeing that Mr. Huang wanted to give him life or death, Chen Ze and the others did not insist on giving the deer legs.
It’s just that both of them asked Zhang An for a bottle of wine to give to Mr. Huang, because they didn’t bring it with them in the car when they came.
Mr. Huang was quite a bachelor, so he didn't show any courtesy when he saw the wine, so he accepted it with a smile.
The venison was money. The old man didn’t want to accept it, but he also wanted to make good friends with the two of them.
But wine is life. The old man would rather not have money because he has to hold this life in his hands.
"Zhang An, get me some of your mutton and the new tofu you introduced today."
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