Chapter 48 Wild Boar Meat

  His voice was low and muffled, and for the first time doing this kind of thing, he had a bit of a complicated feeling in his heart.

  Shen Sisi's face lit up with joy, and she said, "Let's go home..." She turned her head to glance at Er Gouzi and the others, saying, "If you want a bigger share of the pork, just keep your mouths shut. Whoever dares to speak out, I'll beat him to death! Did you hear me?!"

  Under the threat of flesh and fists, Er Gouzi dared not say anything, and thinking of her father's ferocity in suffocating the wild boar just now also made them tremble with fear.

  It was getting late by then, fortunately there were not many people on the road, and they also carefully avoided the main roads, taking the small roads back home, so they didn't run into any villagers, and arrived home smoothly. It wasn't until they got home that everyone let out a sigh of relief.

  The two dogs didn't care about the chestnuts anymore, they just swallowed their saliva and stared at the dead wild boar with a green glow in their eyes.

  "......Now you all go home and have dinner, after dinner come back to kill the pig and divide the pork. And don't leak a single word out, got it?! Otherwise, hmm..." She said, raising her fist in a threatening manner.

  The two dogs didn't dare to resist either, and they knew that dinner was absolutely not going to be wild boar meat. Not to mention the trouble of slaughtering a pig, now it would also attract attention. So, although they were reluctant to leave, they still walked away with three steps back, preparing to go home early for dinner and then hurry over to keep watch.

  Zhong Gensheng hid the beast in the shed for firewood behind the kitchen, and then carried the hoe down to earth again. Besides, it was not dark yet, so it would be good to hoe some more grass back too.

  Dabao and Tuni were preparing to cook dinner, taking down the one-catty piece of pork. Tuni narrowed her eyes, thinking that although the kitchen conditions here were really poor, it was still good practice for her culinary skills. Talking without practicing is just pretending, no matter how many recipes you memorize, if you don't actually cook, you won't have a sense of rhythm in your heart. Culinary masters are made through practice, and she believed that as long as she wasn't stupid like a pig, she would still be able to develop some talent...

  Dabao felt a chill run down his spine as he saw her holding the kitchen knife, and quickly went to knead dough.

  Shen Sisi first cut off the fatty meat, then cut it into small pieces, and then cut the lean meat into thin strips. Then she asked Dabao to light a fire to render the fat into oil, which was poured into the same jar used for storing lard yesterday. In rural areas, lard is a luxury item, and her family couldn't afford to waste it all at once. They had to save some for later use, a subconscious habit of theirs.

  Until the pot was out of oil, Shen Sisi handed it over to Dabao, letting him use the remaining oil in the pot to make pancakes. She then washed the lean meat clean and also washed the taro stem that had been pinched yesterday. She picked some small chili peppers, chopped them up with garlic, and waited for Dabao to finish making the pancake. After brushing the pot lightly, she added a bit of vegetable oil, stir-fried it until fragrant, then put in the lean meat to burst into fragrance. Next, she added minced garlic and chopped chili pepper seeds, drizzled some soy sauce, and soon the lean meat was cooked through, emitting an extremely delicious aroma.

  Dabao was drooling on one side, watching Tuni cook, and when the shredded meat was fully cooked, she put it in a bamboo leaf stem, stir-fried over high heat, added salt, and quickly served the pot.

  Although the stem is also stained with a bit of sauce, the appearance is slightly worse, but the taste is really nothing to say. Shen Sisi was so greedy that this era's artificially fed pork was delicious, and the meat quality was really nothing to say...