Rebirth: the fiery age of Mori Gong's children

Chapter 39

As soon as Sheng Xiping came out of the east room, he saw his sixth son, like a puppy, guarding in front of the cooking stove, waiting for the oil to come out of the pot.

Sheng Xiping shook his head, this sixth son, he is only in love with food, so there is really no one else.

The original water in the pot has been boiled dry, and the fat meat has started to produce oil, making a sizzling sound.

Therefore, some people also call the leftovers from oil refining Youzi. Maybe because of their different accents, the Sheng family calls them Youzui.

Anyway, no matter what it's called, it's that thing.

Oil residue and oil shuttle, in the poor years, the children most miss a bite to eat.

Every time the family kills pigs to refine oil during the Chinese New Year, the children are eagerly looking forward to it.

Just waiting for the oil to be refined and out of the pan, you will get two pieces of fragrant oil stains, which is simply beautiful.

The bottom of the pot is on low heat, and the oil in the pot continues to boil out.

Zhang Shuzhen pushed the slightly yellowed fat to the side of the pot, and a bottom appeared in the middle.

Then use a spoon to scoop out the clear and bright fat and put it in an enamel basin.

The temperature of the oil just out of the pan is too high, so put it directly into the jar for fear of frying the jar.

So put it in the basin to cool down for a while, and then pour it into the oil jar.

"I guess these meats can produce half a pot of oil, save some, mix with soybean oil, and they can be eaten until winter.

Thanks to your skill in our family, otherwise, the monthly supply of oil is really not enough. "

While scooping out the oil, Zhang Shuzhen chatted with Sheng Xiping who was leaning against the door frame.

At this time, not only the Sheng family was like this, but every household was like this.

When frying a dish or something, I can't wait to dip a little oil bag and just wipe the bottom of the pot.

I was reluctant to put oil in the vegetable buns, so I put some fried pumpkin seeds in it, and it tasted old-fashioned.

As for what to fry, you have to start saving months in advance.

Only when I have saved enough during the Chinese New Year can I make some effort.

There's no way, in this environment, it's difficult for everyone, so I don't think it's a big deal.

As the oil in the fat meat continues to overflow, the remaining meat will gradually turn yellow, become smaller, and become crispy.

There is a smell of burnt meat all over the room. In this era of lack of meat, the greedy cravings in the hearts of the people who can be hooked come out.

Now, the Westinghouses couldn't bear it anymore, and they all ran out.

"Mom, give us some oil to eat, it's so delicious, can we still fall asleep in this greedy night?"

The two girls sniffed, drooling from their mouths. For children, this was an irresistible temptation.

"All greedy cats, I have to save the stir-fry."

Zhang Shuzhen glanced at the children, but in desperation took out a plate and filled some oil stains with a spatula.

"That's all, don't eat too much, this stuff is greasy, it's too much to eat."

Old people generally say this, which probably means eating and sleeping, indigestion, and stomach discomfort.

What do the kids care about?Not to mention the small plate, even if it was twice as much, they would still be able to eat it.

Sheng Xikang took the tray directly to Westinghouse.

The children gathered around the plate, squeezed a piece each, and put it in their mouths impatiently.

The oil stains just out of the pan are still very hot, but with the children, it doesn't matter if it's hot or not, as long as there is something to eat.

When boiling the oil just now, Zhang Shuzhen put some salt in it.

The oil was stained with a salty taste, and it was fragrant and crispy. When I put it in my mouth, I chewed it, and my mouth was full of the burnt aroma of oil.

Not to mention the taste, it's beautiful.

A small plate was stained with oil, and within a few minutes, it was eaten up by the children.

A few big ones are okay, I know how to control them, and I also know that it is not easy at home, so I don’t worry about them after eating.

The youngest, Sheng Xitai, looked at the empty plate, smacked his lips, and was a little greedy.

So she stretched her head to look into the outer room, just in time to see Zhang Shuzhen poured half of the oil into the jar, and locked the other half in the cabinet.

"Mom, please give me some more." Sheng Xitai looked at the cabinet eagerly, pleading pitifully.

"Get out, pack up and go to sleep, eat something and taste the taste.

Don't think I don't know that you always come to steal my oil jar.

Sheng Xitai, come and mix the oil jar again, mix the oil in it, and watch how I cut you. "

Zhang Shuzhen turned her head and stared at her youngest son.

The bear stuff is used to eating ghosts, and he is so greedy that he dares to touch the oil jar at home.

Generally speaking, boiled oil is the best in winter, especially the oil boiled in the twelfth lunar month, which can last and will not change its taste even in summer.

Other times are not as good as winter, especially summer, the oil that comes out of the boil will not condense, and if you mix it casually, the oil will easily deteriorate.

Hara, as people often say, is the smell of spoiled oil or fried food.

Once the oil is hot, it will be very unpalatable, and it will choke the throat and nose, and it will be blind for nothing.

Sheng Xitai was reprimanded by his mother, and returned to the Westinghouse with his mouth puckered.

Not long after, Sister Sheng Yunfei and Sheng Yunfang slipped back from the west room to the east room, everyone tidied up and got into bed to sleep.

Zhang Shuzhen also cleaned up the kitchen and covered the pot without brushing.

Pour the slightly cooler oil into the jar, then drain the rest of the meat with cold water, and cover it with gauze to avoid flies.

When she got up the next morning, Zhang Shuzhen plucked some cabbages from the vegetable garden and made soup.

Last night, I didn't bother to brush the pan with oil, so I just boiled the soup like this.

Add a little vermicelli, sprinkle some green onion or something before serving, and put it directly into the enamel pot that was filled with oil last night.

The basin was not brushed last night, and there is a thin layer of oil on the bottom of the basin.

The weather is hot in summer, and the oil has not completely solidified.

It happened that the cabbage soup was hot, so when it was so hot, the oil melted into the soup.

So this pot of soup when I got up in the morning was so popular, the children all shouted that it was fragrant and delicious.

Seeing the satisfied faces of his younger brothers and sisters, Sheng Xiping felt sad as well as being funny.

Compared with those children in the later generations, this group of people is really lacking in supplies.

Take your time, the days will always get better.

While eating, I heard the loudspeaker in the arena yelling, what is the need to repair the club, and all the employees and their families are volunteering.

Sheng Xiping suddenly remembered that there was such a thing.

Qianchuan Forest Farm has always held meetings and watched movies in the place converted from the old canteen.

With the increase in the population of the forest farm, and the members of the large alkali farm also came to watch movies, the old club was not enough.

It's okay in summer, you can play open-air movies in the yard, but not in winter.

Once a movie is shown, the room is crowded, which poses a great safety hazard.

Having a tall and spacious staff club has become the most urgent wish of all staff and their families, including students.

According to the actual situation, the field also responded upwards.

The site selection for the new club has been finalized, and all the materials needed have been approved, but there is currently a shortage of labor.

The opinion in the venue is that volunteers are sent out from all over the venue, and they don't take up normal working hours, but work in the evening.

(End of this chapter)