Chapter 525： unspeakable

Chapter 525 Unspeakable

Yang Lan'er looked up at the sky that was about to darken. At this moment, it was too late to boil the water to scald the pig hair, so she said to Duan Yan in the yard: "Peel the wild boar skin directly, and give the pig skin to the village chief."

Three wild boars came down from the mountain today, and the villagers had nothing to do with it. The village chief begged Xiaojiu to go to the door, and Xiaojiu agreed, but there was a request that they hunted three wild boars, and they could dispose of one of them freely.

The village head had no choice but to agree.

After the wild boar skin was peeled off, Xiao Jiu and his group of five or six guards also came back.

Sister-in-law Xu returned to the wasteland with the meat that Duan Yan had cut first and prepared to cook for everyone.

Sister-in-law Wang also cut a piece of meat and went into the kitchen to get busy.

After the wild boars were processed, Yang Laner asked Xiao Ruo to find out the pig belly and clean it.

It was dusk, and the farmyard was filled with a strong smell of meat. The wife of the village chief sat on the porch and swallowed her saliva. arrive.

I wonder how it tastes like?

When it was completely dark, the food was served on the table.

Yang Lan'er glanced outside, and said with a smile, "Xiao Ruo, go and call the village head's wife over to eat together."

The village chief went to the village and hasn’t come back yet. She thought she would come back after dinner in the village, leaving the village chief’s wife at home alone, so she might as well eat with them.

Xiao Ruo was about to get up when Mrs. Wang came in with the last bowl of pork liver soup, and said with a smile, "Don't go, the servant called her just now, but the village chief's wife refused to come, so the servant gave her some of every dish." , madam, you don’t blame the servants for making their own decisions, do you?”

After finishing speaking, he winked mischievously at Yang Lan'er.

'噗嗤' Yang Laner laughed out loud, and gave her a look: "Sit down and eat."

"Hey, Mrs. Xie is tolerant." Mrs. Wang put down the soup bowl and served Yang Lan'er a bowl of pork liver soup obsequiously: "Madam, how does it taste?"

Yang Lan'er took it and tasted it. It tasted good. It might be because of the wild game. After Mrs. Wang's superb cooking skills, it still had a slight fishy smell, at least the fishy smell was within an acceptable range.

Looking at the nannies on the opposite side, she smiled slightly: "Both of you, drink more pork liver soup, the original taste, this tastes good."

The nannies are related to the rations of her sons, drink more soup and eat more nutritious food.

"Thank you ma'am." The nanny and the two of them looked at each other and smiled. Madam will never forget them.

The female relatives in the room and the children ate to their hearts content, and the men in the wasteland in the backyard ate meat even more, but unfortunately there was no wine.

The bodyguards of the bodyguard line did not realize that although the journey was far away, the food was really good. Every day they looked forward to setting up camp in the evening and burying pots for cooking.

Daily hard work in return for a delicious dinner. After eating and drinking, it seems that the exhaustion of the day's journey has disappeared, and the rest is only the aftertaste of the food.

Going on like this, they don't know whether they will have the courage to take over the next dart after the end of this dart trip.

After finishing the dinner, Yang Lan'er ordered Mrs. Xu and Mrs. Lan to put all the remaining pork in the pot to marinate. It's summer now, fresh pork is not easy to preserve, and the marinated meat can be kept for a day or two. Just took it on the road to satisfy everyone's hunger.

Let Mrs. Wang go to the village head's house to buy some peanuts and peel them. Tonight, I will cook pork belly and peanut ribs soup. I will put it on the stove and simmer slowly. I can drink it when I get up in the morning. After cooking the noodles, I will pour this soup on it. ..., hiss! indescribable.

(end of this chapter)