The peace of the Three Realms depends on me [Food]

15. Harvest pickled vegetables

The next morning, Ji Pingan got up early, and he first went to see the meat in the grain hopper.

The temperature inside the grain hopper was very low, but the meat was still in the same state as it was put in yesterday, and it was not as hard as he had imagined.When you touch it, the meat is still tender.

Ji Pingan was amazed, Shuangtian was indeed a spiritual treasure.I didn't expect that he would be able to meet such a good baby in his lifetime, thanks to Xiaobai!

Ji Pingan said gratefully: "Without you, I don't know what these meats would be like."

Xiaobai tilted his head slightly and looked at the smiling Ji Pingan. It's embarrassing to say that the majestic monster would feel sweet because of this thank you.

Ji Pingan reached out and rubbed Xiaobai's head: "Thank you."

Xiaobai twisted his neck stiffly: "You're welcome!"

Besides, he also wants to eat those meats, which can help Ji Ping'an last year. He Lang will never say that he eats and lives for nothing, right?

Ji Pingan scratched Xiaobai's chin smoothly, and Xiaobai's neck could no longer be twisted.He raised his neck, narrowed his eyes, and subconsciously burrowed his head into Ji Ping'an's palm.

Ji Ping'an's scratching seemed to grab his heart, and the place that was obviously not itchy felt itchy after being scratched, which made him involuntarily long for more scratches.

The demon emperor's reserve made it impossible for Xiaobai to tell Ji Pingan that he wanted to be scratched more. After a few scratches, Ji Pingan hurriedly got to work.Xiaobai raised his back foot and scratched his neck a few times, then lowered his paw desolately.

It doesn't feel right, but it's still comfortable to scratch.

Ji Pingan took out the belly and lungs to be cleaned from the grain hopper, and at the same time put the duck in sour soup named by He Lang on today's menu.He bent down and took out a duck from the bamboo basket. After seeing it, he smiled helplessly: "Oh."

Xiaobai quickly asked: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Ji Pingan showed Xiaobai the duck in his hand, dumbfounded, only to see that there were stubbles on the golden duck skin.In addition to the stubble, the waxy skin on the duck's feet and the duck's head were left untreated.

Ji Ping'an loves to be clean. When he kills chickens and ducks, he always cleans up the ingredients.In contrast, the duck He Lang handled seemed to be fooling people. Anyway, Ji Pingan couldn't put such a duck in the pot.

Ji Pingan smiled and said, "I'll clean it later."

Fortunately, I took a look at it now, otherwise when he was about to make hot and sour soup duck at noon, he saw that there were so many duck feathers on it, and he would have to delay his lunch.

After hanging the duck in the bamboo basket, Ji Pingan started to make breakfast.

Today's breakfast is fried dumplings, fried dumplings are suitable for cooking in a pan, so that the heat is more even.Ji Pingan has a pan with a diameter of one foot. After lightly brushing the iron pan with a layer of oil, he put the dumplings made last night on the iron pan one by one.

He added two small twigs to the hearth of the stove, and then pressed a few thicker twigs. After stirring the hearth, the flame started to burn slowly.

It was not supposed to cook meat in the stone house. Ji Ping'an's house used to have a small clay stove, and the frying pan was used for the small clay stove.It's just that on the day when the house collapsed, the small clay stove was smashed, so Ji Ping'an could only make do with the stove temporarily.

He placed the pan on the hole, and the iron pan slowly heated up in contact with the flame, and the dumplings in the pan made a creaking sound.

After a layer of golden rice crust appeared on the bottom of the dumplings, Ji Pingan added water to the pot that was half covered by the dumplings.Then he put the lid on the frying pan: "Xiaobai, watch from the side, and call me when you hear the sound of fried rice in the pan."

The so-called deep-fried rice crust means that the water in the pot is boiled dry, and the bottom of the dumpling skin is fried until it crackles.Xiaobai had heard it several times before, and he nodded: "Okay."

Ji Pingan has a lot of things to do. Today he will start harvesting the vegetables in the field for the winter, so he needs to make some preparations first.

At this moment, he took a bundle of hemp rope, and he tied the hemp rope to the fruit tree in the fruit forest to prepare for drying for a while.

Xiaobai lay quietly in the den, listening to the gurgling sound from the frying pan, smelling the mellow aroma of meat, watching Ji Pingan busy with his spiritual sense... He felt more at ease than ever before.

Accustomed to raising his arms and shouting to the group of monsters, accustomed to standing in the middle of the crowd, Xiaobai has never tried the feeling of living a peaceful life with a person.Lying in the warm nest, listening to all the small and busy voices around him, Xiao Bai was very relaxed.

'Hoo-hoo--'

There was a slight rhythmic snoring sound from the side of the stove, Xiao Bai squinted his eyes, and his belly rose and fell rhythmically.

He hasn't purred comfortably in years!

After a cup of tea, the water in the pot is boiled dry, and the stone house is filled with a strong meaty aroma.Xiaobai stretched his waist and walked out of the nest: "Peace, the water is dry!"

Ji Pingan pulled the rope, and he raised his voice, "Come on!"

When Ji Pingan came back, the fried dumplings in the pot were cooked just right.The skin of the thin dumpling is slightly transparent, and the bottom of the dumpling is fried with a golden crust.

Ji Pingan put two fried dumplings on Xiao Bai's plate: "Eat it!"

There are two fried dumplings side by side, and the small plate can't hold them anymore.Ji Pingan thought that he had to find a bigger bowl for Xiaobai, his family had a lot of bowls, so let's find a cuter one for Xiaobai to use at noon.

Although they are all dumplings stuffed with dried plums, vegetables and meat, the cooking methods are different, and the taste of the food will be different.Xiaobai felt that the fried dumplings smelled more delicious than the dumplings last night.

After taking a sip, Xiaobai confirmed his thoughts.The skin of the fried dumplings is also stronger than the boiled ones, and the taste is more intense.

He looked up at Ji Pingan. At this moment, he admired Ji Pingan and human beings a lot.Although life is so short, they can use their ingenuity to make so many delicious things in their limited life.

In contrast, the lifespan of the Yaozu is very long, but after a long life, it will feel empty. Those Yaozu in the demon world who have nothing to do and hang around every day will catch a lot.

Ji Pingan took a bite out of the fried dumplings dipped in vinegar. Seeing Xiaobai staring at him, he mistakenly thought that Xiaobai also wanted to taste the dumplings dipped in vinegar: "Do you want to taste the dumplings dipped in vinegar? I Help you dip?"

Xiaobai suddenly came back to his senses, why did he stare at Ji Pingan for so long?This is too rude!

Hearing Ji Pingan asked him, he quickly rolled down the slope: "Thank you."

Ji Pingan picked up the vinegar bottle on the table, and he dripped two drops of balsamic vinegar on Xiaobai's fried dumplings.The slightly thick balsamic vinegar hangs on the dumpling skin, and the meaty aroma is mixed with sour aroma.

After Xiaobai took a sip, his two big blue eyes became brighter.

good to eat!

What kind of magical species is human beings that can conjure up such a delicious taste.If he stayed like this any longer, he would be reluctant to leave!

After breakfast, Ji Pingan walked out of the yard with a bamboo basket and a sickle.There is a broken gourd in the bamboo basket, which contains golden corn kernels that are ready to be fed to the chickens.

There is a piece of fruit trees in the east of Ji Ping'an's yard. There are dozens of fruit trees growing here, which can meet Ji Ping'an's fruit needs throughout the year.At this time, there were still some orange-yellow fruits on the orange trees in the fruit forest, and the other fruit trees didn't even have many leaves.

Under the fruit trees, there are some large-headed green vegetables scattered here and there. Their growth is not very good, and the leaves are pecked gaudy by chickens and ducks.But these are from the sky, not planted by him, and his vegetable field is not here.

The chicken coop of Ji Ping'an's family is built under the fruit tree. The chicken coop is one foot long and eight feet wide.Half of it is filled with grain, and the other half has raised more than a dozen chickens and ducks.He walked over and poured the rice into the wooden stone trough hanging a foot in the air outside the chicken coop, and then opened the door of the chicken coop.

The big red-haired rooster rushed out of the door with its family members, and they flapped their wings happily.The ducks were more reserved, and they came out with a quack after the chickens came out.

This is a job that Ji Pingan repeats every day. He feeds the chickens and ducks twice every morning, lets them out of the nest in the morning, and closes the door of the chicken coop at night... Although these are trivial things, if they are not done well, the chickens and ducks will grow up. not good.

After feeding the chickens and ducks, Ji Pingan continued to walk eastward.

There is a small river to the east of the fruit forest, and there is a vegetable field surrounded by a fence between the small river and the fruit forest.In early winter, the vegetables in the vegetable field are lush and lush. There are big green vegetables like flowers, Chinese cabbage as solid as a wooden pier, dark green spinach that just popped out of the head, and mustard with small thorns on the leaves. ...

The eyes are full of green, and the deep and light green is so vibrant in the early winter season.Ji Ping'an was very lucky, fortunately, the demon god had left him a vegetable patch during the fight, otherwise he would have nowhere to cry.

There are many months in the coming winter, and without vegetarian food, his winter will become very difficult.In addition, there are more than a dozen chickens and ducks in his house, even if he can hold on, the chickens and ducks can't carry it without vegetarian food.

Therefore, his vegetable plot is really not small. As long as he doesn't waste it, let alone he eats it alone, even if there are a few more people in the family, the supply of vegetarian vegetables will be no problem.

Ji Ping'an is a hardworking person, the small animals he raises are smooth and smooth, and the vegetables he grows are better than those of other families.

What he wants to harvest today are potherb mustard and radishes.

Potherb mustard is also called potherb mustard. After drying, it can be used as prunes, and after kneading with salt, it can be used as pickles.Each of the mustard plants in his family is two feet high, and clusters of stems and leaves grow from the roots, which look like flowers.

The sharp sickle cut lightly, and the potherb mustard fell down.The stems and leaves are fragile and can be broken if one is not careful.Ji Pingan carefully picked them up and put them in the bamboo basket. After cutting a basket of potherb mustard, he took the basket to the pier outside the vegetable garden to clean them.

The water in early winter was a bit cold, and Ji Ping'an's hands were soon turned red by the cold water.He picked off the reddish old leaves, then carefully peeled off the roots of the pickled cabbage, and carefully cleaned the dirt that might be hidden inside.

The pickled cabbage in his house is very clean. After washing with clean water, every leaf is juicy.

Seeing Ji Pingan squatting on the pier cleaning mustard, Xiao Bai wagged his tail slightly: "Ping An, can you eat so many vegetables by yourself?"

Ji Pingan said with a smile: "These are used to make dried plums. Although there are many fresh ones, there are not many after they are made."

There are only two or three handfuls of dried plums made from a basket of fresh vegetables, and only one jar of dried vegetables made from dehydrated potherb mustard.

Xiaobai nodded knowingly: "So that's how it is!"

Dried plum vegetables are delicious, he likes to eat them, Ji Pingan can make more.

The author has something to say:

Xiaobai scratched his chin disappointedly: Hey... It's still comfortable to scratch.

He Lang: Hey~Ping An, your cat has fleas, and it is scratching its chin desperately!