"Oh, Ruirui wants to eat lard residue. It's just right. My mother will practice the fat meat and get the oil off. The remaining pork residue will be used as snacks for you." Wang Daya looked happy.

When he returned home, Wang Daya handed the meat to Ji Hongying first, asked Ji Hongying to pick the skin off, then cut the fat meat into small pieces. Yan Ming and Yan Le quickly went to make a fire and practice lard and then started.

Only then did Yan Sirui realize that the fat meat needs to be blanched before practicing oil, pour out the water, drain the meat for a while, then pour it into the pot to practice oil. Because Yan Sirui wanted to eat lard residue, Wang Daya was afraid that the lard residue would be smaller and Yan Sirui would not eat anything indifferent, so she made Ji Hongying cut it slightly larger.

It’s true that this large piece of lard residue is golden after practicing oil, and it is particularly attractive.

The lard residue that has been trained must be placed first. After draining the oil, some sugar was sprinkled before giving it to them, the children. The lard that has been trained was put into an enamel jar and placed in an enamel jar for cooking.

How can I not eat dumplings when I have fresh pork? "Mom, why don't we eat dumplings."

"Rurui is greedy for dumplings." Wang Daya thought about it and thought it was OK. There was not much white flour at home, but two meals were enough. They ate less today and left some white flour for the New Year. After eating, they could make another meal. "Okay, I won't pack too much, just try it. There will be pig slaughtering dishes later."

Yes, there are also pig slag vegetables. Yan Sirui bit a bit of lard residue and swallowed it quickly and said, "Why don't you eat it tomorrow? I'll eat all the good things today, and I won't eat it tomorrow."

As soon as Yan Sirui said this, Wang Daya smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll take it down after eating, so I'll save you from thinking about it."

Wang Daya turned around and took out the white flour from the cabinet. She scooped two small cups out and poured them into the basin. Then she added some corn flour to mix it together, so that she could make more dumplings.

This is a very common method in this era. After all, how many families can afford to eat pure white noodles?

The remaining white flour was put into the cabinet by Wang Daya again. Ji Hongying looked at the flour, took out a small piece of meat according to the amount, and asked: "Mom, is this meat OK?"

Wang Daya glanced at it and said, "Okay, add another cabbage, the cabbage and pork dumplings are delicious, okay, Ruirui."

OK, of course, but she likes fried dumplings more than cooked dumplings, but fried dumplings need to be fried in oil. She is really shameless to say that it would be great to have a meal of dumplings in this era, and what other bicycles do you need?

"good."

Before the lard residue was finished, everyone started to get busy again, knead the dough, let it sit for a while, then rolled the dough, and then made dumplings.

Of course, it is impossible to eat lunch. After all, there are good things to eat at night, and it is only cost-effective to keep your stomach until you eat it at night. So no one mentioned the matter of lunch.

Another thing is that so much oil is in your stomach, you are not hungry.

The busyness outside never stopped. I was so busy, and I was soaked, and finally, the dumplings were wrapped.

And while cooking dumplings with fire, the sound of the pig-killing vegetables being ready also started to scream.

Yan Siwen and Chunfang took the big bowl at home and went out. They didn't move for several hours. Yan Sirui couldn't stay and walked behind them.

Once we arrived at the scene, there were not only many people but also many pots.

If we say that the last time there was only one pot of pig slaughtering vegetables, but this time there were three pots, and the key was that they were all big pots.

I killed one more pig, how could I make two pots of pig slaughter vegetables? Could it be that there were many other things added to it, so it would be not delicious.

Before she could see her, she heard the others chatting. Only then did she realize that the pig-killing vegetables were still one pot, and the other pot was soup made from the bones of two pigs.

Bone soup, what a familiar bone soup. The soup she made in the space was bone soup? She said she would eat whatever she said to replenish her. After drinking it for two months, she didn't grow taller at all, but instead she ate it so much that she became much more round.

However, it is round and round, and it is delicious, especially when you put some noodles in the soup, which tastes very good. I just cooked dumplings at home, and putting the dumplings in the soup must be very delicious.

When eating dumplings, southerners and northerners are a little different from those of northerners. Northerners eat dumplings without soup. After eating dumplings, they will have a bowl of dumpling soup.

The southerners eat dumplings with soup. Of course, not all southerners do this, but they have always been like this in their family. They put the dumplings in the soup and ate them while eating dumplings. They tasted very good.

Yan Sirui observed the queue. Basically, there were two people in the family, one of whom was slaughtering pigs and the other one had pork chop soup. And just like last time, the family took one bowl home and ate one spoonful at a time. As for how much good things this spoon can have, it depends purely on luck.

However, with Yan Sirui's good popularity, she would have been unable to get good things when she went to queue up. A spoonful of pig-killing vegetables were filled with pig internal organs and pig blood.

Yan Sirui hurriedly thanked her and ran to the bone soup. When the person saw that it was her, he was not stingy. He had 7 cents of meat and 3 cents of soup. After thanking her after the soup, he hurried home.

The pig-killing vegetables must be eaten directly, but the bone soup was returned to a pot, and some water and some side dishes were added inside. After each person divided a bowl and poured it down.

After Yan Sirui took her own bowl of soup, she put the dumplings in it and started eating it with great flavor.

Even though there were no steamed buns or rice in this meal, the whole family ate 10% full. Yan Sirui finally burped with satisfaction at this time.

She didn't know where she heard the gossip after drinking and eating, but she was very fluent in saying that, which also made her unable to leave anything behind.

But there is no gossip when sitting at home. Although the sun is cold, it is still early, so she decided to go out for a walk and let her eat.

Of course, she was secretive when she listened to gossip, so she didn't bring any of her own, and she slipped out by herself without a hat.

She was a child who was wandering around the villagers and didn't attract much attention. After all, everyone was eating meat together, so there was no time to look around outside, so Yan Sirui was particularly happy to walk around.

Before I could walk far, I was stopped, "Why are you wandering around here if you don't eat?"

Who else could this familiar voice be? Yan Sirui turned around: "Brother Wen, I've finished eating, but you are the same. Why are you wandering around outside without eating?"

Yan Sirui looked at Wen Ruisi and found that he was holding a piece of meat in his hand, "Is this what you divided? Where are you going to take the meat?"

"I'll send it to the old people in the cowshed to eat with them. Do you want to come and have something more?"

Yan Sirui shook her head quickly, and before she could speak, she burped. Wen Ruisi chuckled: "Okay, you shouldn't have to eat."
Chapter completed!