Fork demon master in the eyes of monsters

Chapter 65 Refining Lard

"Brother, why did you pick so many?"

"Pick whatever you want, that's all."

Chen Chuanwang and his younger sister Wang Zhuo came to the pool.

Chen Chuanwang poured all the toon buds into the basin and washed them carefully.

It stands to reason that you don't need to wash it, because this thing needs to be wet, but with so many leaves, it is inevitable that there will be some dead branches and leaves in it.

Chen Chuanwang had nothing to do, so he wanted to pick one.

After the three Chuwu turned into human form, they simply went back and ran around Chen Chuanwang.

There was a smell of oil in the kitchen, and the youngest Chu couldn't help but ran in. Grandma was stirring the cauldron with an iron spoon in her hand.

And this oily fragrance came from the pot.

Chu Laosan was salivating, he was short, and he was not as tall as the stove, so he just watched while dancing.

He couldn't help it, and ran to Chen Chuanwang: "What is your grandmother burning? It smells really good."

It was impossible for Chen Chuanwang to speak frankly in front of his two younger sisters, so he took the toon into the kitchen, glanced at the contents of the cauldron, and said, "Grandma, where is the lard?"

"That's right, I've run out of lard at home. Before cooking, I'll burn a pot of lard first, just in time to fry some oil residue for you."

The so-called oil residue is lard residue, what is left after the lard is refined.

The taste is very crispy and smells delicious, but Chen Chuanwang doesn't like to eat it, one is that the lard residue has no taste, and the other is that the lard residue is a bit greasy to eat.

"Lard residue?"

Three Chuwu sat on the hot stove, their three heads were covered by the steaming steam, looking at the oil residue rolling in the hot oil, their tongues were so greedy that they kept licking their lips.

They know lard, because Chen Chuanwang used it when he fried and fried things for them.

But why does the snow-white lard look exactly the same as sesame oil now?

They were puzzled, but what they paid more attention to was lard residue, because grandma said that lard residue can be eaten directly.

This made the three foodies greedy. Three and a half older children in black fur were pacing on the stove, as if hesitating whether to jump into the frying pan, refining the oil and eating the oil residue at the same time.

Chen Chuanwang glanced at the three of them helplessly, then walked behind the stove.

The fire was hot, illuminating this corner the brightest.

Chen Chuanwang pulled out a branch next to him, stepped on it with his foot, broke it with his hand, and stuffed the broken branch into it.

At this time, Wang Yao, who had chosen the dishes, walked in and saw Chen Chuanwang occupying her exclusive territory, and immediately drove away like an old hen: "Go, go, this is where I sit, and you don't know how to cook a big pot. What can you do here?"

When she was young, Wang Yao was born with poor health and liked warm places. Whenever she came to her grandmother's house, she would nestle behind the stove to warm up the fire.

After a long time, once she comes, this place is her territory, and no one else can enter except grandma.

"It's warm."

Although it is spring, the temperature is jumping up and down repeatedly, hot for a while, cold for a while.

It rained heavily last night, and even though the rain stopped this morning, the spring breeze carried water vapor, and it was a bit cold.

Chen Chuanwang stood up and made room for his sister.

Grandma shouted: "The fire is a little small."

"got it."

Chen Chuanwang took out a relatively thick branch, picked up the hatchet on the side and chopped it twice, and then pushed it with his knee.

Click!

Wang Yao took the branch and inserted it into the stove.

The branches had been exposed to the sun for a long time, and they were very dry. Once the fire was lit, it caught fire quickly.

Wang Yao stretched her hand toward the stove and said, "Why don't you bring your cat here?"

"What are you bringing here for?" Chen Chuanwang was speechless: "Let's not talk about bringing the short one here, whether it can run or not, how can I bring it alone?"

Wang Yao gestured: "Put it in your clothes."

"I'm going to get my claws on my flesh."

I used to bring home short clothes, because there was a sweater in the clothes at that time, and the cotton clothes outside, the kitten's claws couldn't penetrate it at all.

Not anymore, except for the coat, there is a thin long sleeve inside.

It's not that it won't be hugged during the short period of time, but it's more lively during the short-term stocking period, and can't control its instincts. Sometimes it can't help stretching out its claws when it gets too excited about playing.

If he carried it in his bosom and was in the car, then his flesh would have to be ticked off a few taels.

"But I seem to be petting a kitten." Wang Zhuo walked in: "How about going to my brother's house in the afternoon?"

Chen Chuanwang nodded: "Okay, whatever you want."

The three of them were chatting, and the lard had already been refined.

Grandma took out the delicious oil residue and put it on a plate: "Come, let's all eat."

She took out three pairs of chopsticks, washed them carefully, put them on the plate, and then began to scoop lard into the small yellow iron basin with safflower and "囍" printed on it.

Chen Chuanwang is not very interested in lard, but grandma fried it, so he must try it.

He picked up the chopsticks, drank the smallest one and put it in his mouth. It was a little hot, and his tongue swirled in his mouth.

But he didn't stop, because there was Chu Wu who was like a child waiting beside him.

He took another slice, turned sideways, and pretended to eat it, but actually put the chopsticks next to his face.

Chu Lao San snatched the lard dregs away with lightning speed.

"Sigh~"

Chu Laosan kept shaking the lard residue with his hands, it was really hot.

Chen Chuanwang made a gesture of swallowing, then picked up another piece of lard residue of about the same size, and gave it to the eldest brother Chu, and finally picked up the last piece in the same way, and gave it to the second eldest Chu.

The two younger sisters each ate a few pieces, and then stopped.

"Save the fried vegetables, it's too boring to just eat them." Wang Yao licked her lips. After eating a few pieces of the freshly cooked lard, her mouth was full of oil.

"It's mainly tasteless."

Wang Zhuo quite likes to eat lard residue, but eating it like this is really tasteless: "I'm going to chop the chili, this stuff needs to be fried with chili to taste."

With that said, she ran out.

"Where is she going?" Chen Chuanwang looked at Wang Yao blankly: "Isn't the pepper on the table?"

Wang Yao shook her head: "How do I know?"

In less than half a minute, Wang Zhuo ran back: "Grandma, the chili is not in the refrigerator."

"Here it is."

Chen Chuanwang had already washed and chopped the peppers.

He patted a few cloves of garlic with his backhand, and mixed the pepper and minced garlic together: "Take it, let grandma fry it later."

"okay."

Wang Zhuo walked into the kitchen with a bowl in his hand, grinning.

While Chen Chuanwang was washing the chopping board and kitchen knives, the eldest brother Liang Jun came.

"When did you arrive?"

Liang Jun walked to the door of the kitchen, looked at the situation inside, and then said to Chen Chuanwang and his two younger sisters.

"Eight or nine o'clock."

"It's so early."

Liang Jun went home and took out four bottles of yogurt, one for each person.

Chen Chuanwang sat down: "When are you going back?"

"Tomorrow afternoon, I'll be back for two days."

Wang Yao came out and sat next to her elder brother: "Only two days?"

"I can't help it. I have to go to work. If it weren't for grandma's birthday, I wouldn't be able to come back until Qingming."

Chen Chuanwang said: "Qingming is not far away, it's less than two weeks away."

"really."

(End of this chapter)