No matter what season it is, Jianjia always uses warm water when cleaning meat. The slightly cool marinated meat will warm up after being immersed in warm water for a short time. While cleaning it more thoroughly, it can also relieve the stickiness caused by oil stains.
After washing the pots and dishes, Qin Yi walked out of the kitchen door and heard the sound of swaying water. When he looked sideways, he saw Jian Jia washing pork belly. She faced the yard, with a wooden basin filled with hot water in front of her. Large pieces of pork belly were soaked in the tub. Her hands were soaked in warm water and kneading the pork belly.
Jian Jia's fingers are very beautiful, the fingers are slender and long, the fingertips are full, and even the curvature of the nails is just right. These are a pair of precious hands, and one can tell at a glance how delicate their owner is. But now, these precious hands are skillfully cleaning the pork belly.
Whenever a piece of meat is washed, Jian Jia will put it in a bamboo basket on the side to filter the water. The pork belly, which was bigger than a palm, was held tremblingly in her palm. She turned slightly and stretched out her arms, tilting her palm towards the bamboo basket, and the pork belly would come out smoothly and fall steadily into the bamboo basket.
Qin Yi himself is used to doing housework, but if he were to wash the meat, his cuffs would inevitably be stained with water stains, and the ground around the basin would be splashed with water stains. However, Jian Jia's cuffs were dry and neat, and there were only a few traces of water around the basin. Her movements were smooth and smooth, as if she had done this often.
It's the same thing about doing things. Some people do things that make people anxious, while some people do things that make people happy. Jian Jia is obviously the latter. It is a pleasure to watch her do things. Her movements are not very fast, but they are methodical and meticulous. The more Qin Yi observed, the more he felt that Jian Jia was powerful.
Qin Yi's eyes dimmed a bit, and a touch of guilt emerged in his heart. He originally wanted to take Jian Jia home and take good care of his benefactor's daughter, but he never thought that he and his family would be taken care of by her instead. I thought she was a pretty young lady who didn't have a finger in the world, but I didn't expect that in addition to being able to cook a lot of delicious food, she was also a girl who knew how to live a good life. During the days when I brought her back, there would be some gratifying changes in my home every day.
Seeing that there was still a thick layer of pork belly piled up in the basin, Qin Yi stepped forward quickly: "Let me wash the meat."
Jian Jia raised her eyes and glanced at Qin Yi, then said with a smile: "It will be finished soon, don't get your hands dirty. If you really want to help, can you help pour out the sewage later?"
Qin Yi didn't say anything, he just squatted down silently, picked up the meat from the water and started cleaning it. Jian Jia was startled and couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled. She said nothing more. When she reached out to the next piece of meat, she heard Qin Yi say in a low voice: "Your mouth is a little dry. I'll pour it for you." I’ve got a cup of tea, you go and drink it first.”
Jian Jia blinked and had to say that Qin Yi was very observant and she was indeed thirsty. Licking her dry lips, Jian Jia stood up and waved her hands: "Okay, I'll have a cup of tea first."
When she came back after drinking the water, she found that Qin Yi had taken her place and was washing the meat. She was stunned, and then walked to the place where Qin Yi was just now. Just as she was about to squat down and touch the meat, Qin Yi suddenly picked up the basin. Avoiding her reaching hand, he said calmly: "It's almost done. Don't dirty your hands."
Jian Jia's eyebrows raised slightly. Did Qin Orion return the words he just said to him intact? Jian Jia touched her nose, feeling a little embarrassed for no reason. She pursed her lips and felt a little happy. Who doesn't like someone to help with things? It happened that she could be lazy and drink some water.
Qin Yi washed the pork and chatted with Jian Jia in a gentle voice: "Your cooking skills are very good. Did your aunt teach you?"
Jian Jia smiled slightly, how could it be taught by the original owner's mother? The original owner's parents doted on her and never let her do menial work or housework. It was because she was so full of romance that she couldn't even take care of herself, so the original owner's father adopted a stepbrother for her. If the original owner could take care of the housework like her mother, there wouldn't be so many troubles later.
And she was not as lucky as the original owner to meet parents who loved her. Her biological parents divorced when she was very young and quickly started a new family. Neither of them wanted her, so she was kicked back and forth by them like a ball. In the end, her elderly grandparents could not bear it and took her in.
Part of her cooking skills came from her grandparents, and most of them she learned by following the recipes after leaving school. Especially after becoming a food blogger for a living, she really researched a lot of things in order to make something that sells well and is appetizing.
She is not a talented person, and she was often criticized when she first started running her account. But she has a good attitude and will never mess up her position just because of other people's criticisms. Her knife skills were not good, so she turned off the video and went to practice chopping vegetables; her cooking techniques were clumsy, so she downloaded cooking videos of other chefs and studied them repeatedly... Her original hands were not as soft and graceful as the original owner's hands. There are many scars on her body, and each scar bears witness to her progress.
But how can you tell Qin Yi such a thing?
However, she had already thought of her words. Jian Jia held the tea cup and said slowly: "Yes, my mother likes to cook food very much. It's just that when my mother was alive, I only tasted the delicious food she cooked and never seriously learned from her. Now I realize that the process of making delicious food can make people calm.”
Qin Yi looked sideways at Jian Jia and nodded slightly: "I see..." Jian Jia used to be a showy person, but after her parents passed away and was betrayed by her stepbrother and sister-in-law, she would inevitably change her temper. Just like Lang'er pretends to be strong, Jian Jia was forced to grow up after encountering great changes. She likes to tinker with food. Could it be that she wants to miss her relatives through food?
Qin Yi looked at the meat in his hand and continued to knead and clean it. His dark eyes were thoughtful. It seemed that after hunting in the future, he would keep more prey at home.
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After the pork belly is drained, it can be fried in a pan. Although frying pork belly is not difficult, it is very time-consuming. You must not leave anyone next to the stove while frying. This arduous task naturally fell on Jian Jia. This afternoon, she couldn't even think of coming out of the kitchen.
The two pots on the stove were fully utilized. The large pot was used to fry the pork belly, and the small pot was used to braise the pig intestines. Even the pork ribs soup was simmered in the stove.
The kitchen was smoky and smoky, and the aromas of fried food and braised food were mixed together, which made Dahei hungry. In order to get the reward from his master as soon as possible, Dahei lay directly at the mouth of the stove. As long as Jian Jia moved, he could feel a pair of bright eyes staring at him.
This made Jian Jia, who was standing by the stove holding long chopsticks, dumbfounded: "Dahei, you have changed." I still remember the first time I saw Dahei, he could sit upright and wait for the temptation of pancakes. Qin Yi's instructions. Now just for a bite to eat, even the owner doesn't want it.
Dahei quickly stood up and rubbed Jian Jia's legs with his strong body while moaning.
Come on, give Dahei a mouthful of oily residue. From now on, Dahei and you will be the best in the world!
Jian Jia was so greedy by Da Hei that she had no choice but to open the cabinet and pinch a piece of oil residue. Da Hei quickly caught the oil residue before it even hit the ground. Jian Jia persuaded in a soft tone: "This is the last piece. After eating this piece, you have to go to work." This was not only said to Dahei, but also to her. She always treated small animals They are extremely soft-hearted, and as soon as they see their eager eyes, they will immediately lose their bottom line.
Dahei seemed to understand Jian Jia's words. He happily took the oil residue in his mouth, shook his curly tail, and then turned around and walked out of the kitchen door.
Jian Jia returned to the stove with a smile, opened the small pot and looked at the braised pig intestines. The pig intestines have been braised for more than half an hour, and now the intestines can be easily penetrated with a poke of chopsticks. After the thoroughly cleaned pig intestines are stewed with enough spices, only a unique aroma is left, which makes your mouth full of oil when you eat it.
She picked up a piece of intestine, cut it into small pieces and put it in a bowl, then called through the window: "Is Lang'er here?"
Qin Lang's voice quickly approached from far away: "Yes, sister, I'm here!" As he spoke, Qin Lang had already rushed to the kitchen, "Sister, do you need my help?"
Jian Jia handed over the small bowl and said with a smile, "Can you help me taste the saltiness?"
Qin Lang took the small bowl, pinched a piece of pig intestine and stuffed it into his mouth. After chewing a few times, Qin Lang's delicate eyebrows wrinkled: "It's neither salty nor bland, but... there is a strange taste..." Qin Lang's voice Lower and lower, he said with some uncertainty: "A bit smelly?"
Thinking of the original purpose of pig intestines, Qin Lang's expression became a little subtle. He raised his eyes and looked at Jian Jia, and considered: "Why don't you let your brother have a taste?"
Jian Jia raised her eyebrows slightly. It seemed that Lang'er couldn't accept the taste of pig intestines. This is not surprising. Everyone has their own tastes that they like and dislike. She cannot force a person who doesn’t like bitter melon to say that bitter melon is delicious without conscience. Jian Jia smiled and nodded: "Okay, let your brother try it."
Qin Lang's smile returned to his face, and he left the kitchen with the bowl in hand: "Brother, Sister Jiajia wants you to have a taste -"
When Qin Yi came back with an empty small bowl, he saw Jian Jia scooping up the fried pork belly and stuffing it into the prepared jar. The fried meat pieces are golden in color and several times smaller than when they were first taken out of the pan. The fried pork belly was hard and didn't look very chewy.
Hearing Qin Lang's footsteps, Jian Jia didn't look back: "How is it? Does it taste good?"
Qin Yi put the small bowl on the stove, "It's very good, but Lang'er may not be able to accept the taste of intestines." As he said that, he looked into the pot and saw a few square pieces floating in the lard. The exposed part of the pork belly "squeaks" with small bubbles of oil. The smell of fried meat seemed to have taken on a physical form. He just stood by the stove for a while and felt that the smell of meat was indelible.
Jian Jia smiled and said: "It's normal for people to disagree. By the way, where did you just go? Why didn't I see you?" Looking carefully, Qin Yi's clothes were wet, and he looked like he had gone into the mountains.
Qin Yi said casually: "I have packed up the things in the old orchard, and when the weather clears up, I will go to the town to buy two small fragrant pigs and raise them."
This sentence contained too much information, and Jian Jia was confused for a moment: "Ah? Old orchard? Little fragrant pig?" Where is the old orchard in the Qin family? Little fragrant pig? Is it the little pet pig she knows?
what's the situation? Is Qin Yi ready to change his career from an hunter to a farmer?
