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

91. ancestor worship

The green ox was really too big, it took Xiao Huang and He Lang an hour to divide the ox.Excluding the beef that He Lang brought home, the remaining beef weighed five or six hundred catties, and the cut beef piled up on the cowhide looked like dark red hills.

This is not counting the beef bone, beef offal and milky yellow butter. Ji Pingan has never seen so much beef since he was born.He squatted in front of the beef mountain and thought for a long time: "It seems...it depends on the recipe left by grandma."

Ji Pingan had never cooked beef and didn't know how to cook each part of the beef. Fortunately, grandma left a few cookbooks. If you remember correctly, there is a part about cooking beef.

He was going to turn out those recipes in a while, not to mention showing off his skills, at least he couldn't spoil such a good beef.

Xiaobai said softly: "Don't worry, you can study slowly when you have plenty of time." Ji Pingan has cooked so many delicious food recently, and there is still time to eat them before making beef.

After decomposing the green ox, Xiaobai also cleaned out the sheep.At this time, the courtyard was filled with a smell of spicy meat, and Xiao Huang couldn't help reminding Ji Pingan: "Ping An, is the stewed meat pot ready?"

Hearing what Xiao Huang said, Ji Pingan remembered about the lo mei pot!It was all his fault that he was so engrossed in staring at Xiaobai and the others dividing up the beef and mutton that he forgot about the big pot of leftovers.

Ji Pingan walked quickly to the kitchen and lifted the lid of the pot, only to see that the soup in the pot was almost gone.There are a lot of glue in chicken feet and duck feet. After stewing, the soup becomes viscous. You can separate the chicken head and duck feet according to the type while the soup is hot. If the soup is cold, these leftovers will be stuck together by the soup.

Don't look at the messy big pot when stewing, these humble chicken heads and duck feet look very good after cooking.They are red in color and fragrant, and because they are not turned over during stewing, their skins are basically intact.

Such a beautiful chicken head and duck feet, even a shop in Pingqiao Town that specializes in lo mei can't make it!

Xiao Huang didn't expect much from leftovers, but from the moment he smelled it, his greedy worm was ready to move.Now that the chicken feet were out of the pan, he stretched out his hand and squeezed a chicken foot from the plate.

Put the front part of the chicken feet into the mouth, and just suck it lightly, and the soft chicken skin will be sucked off.The chicken feet are salty and sweet, and the sweetness is fresh. The slightly spicy relieves the fatness of the chicken feet.

Xiao Huang just took one bite and fell in love with the spicy taste: "It's delicious! Peace, this is really delicious!"

It turns out that the humble chicken feet can become so soft, and a thin layer of chicken skin can have such a good taste.In two or three strokes, a chicken foot was left with only bones.Xiao Huang licked the corner of his mouth, the thick chicken soup covered his mouth!

He tossed the chicken bone to the chirping tiger and impatiently went to get another lo mei.Seeing Xiao Huang's reaction, Ji Ping'an was happy: "Eat slowly, no one will compete with you."

I don't know what kind of life Xiao Huang lived before, how could he be so obsessed with eating.

What Xiaobai took was the neck of the chicken. The skin on the neck had been ripped off by Ji Pingan, and the bare neck looked impervious.He pinched the flesh at the edge of the neck and tore it lightly, and the long strip of flesh easily left the bone.

After taking a few bites, Xiaobai understood why Ji Pingan said that the stewed pot is a snack, because these things are especially suitable for eating a few in his free time to satisfy his greed.If the drinker has no food, it is also very good to take a few to go with the wine!

Ji Ping'an looked at a large pot of chicken heads and duck feet with satisfaction: "The New Year's snacks are done!"

While nibbling on the neck of the chicken, Xiao Bai looked at Xiao Huang, whose eyes were shining. He felt that at Xiao Huang's speed, this pot of snacks might not last for a few days.

After the steamed buns and lo-mei pot were ready, the sky darkened.He Lang went back with the steamed buns, meatballs and the beef and mutton he got.Seeing He Lang mentioning and reciting, Xiao Huang was very depressed: "He Lang is here to rob, right?"

Ji Pingan smiled and said, "Why didn't you say that when you ate He Lang's sugar buns in the morning?"

Xiao Huang was so choked that he couldn't speak, after a while he hummed and changed the subject: "Ping An, what shall we have for dinner?"

Ji Pingan choked, and he patted Xiao Huang's shoulder earnestly: "You ate at least ten steamed buns today, which is not too many chicken heads and duck feet. Let's drink porridge tonight to clear your stomach."

Xiao Huang was extremely wronged: "Okay..."

After a pause, he tried to ask: "Can I fry a few eggs? If I don't have eggs, can I steam a few steamed buns? It's easy to get hungry if you just drink porridge."

As night fell, Ji Ping'an nestled on the bed after washing and flipping through the yellowed letter. On the cover of the letter was a peony flower, and there were two beautiful characters on the lower left: Xiangyu.

When Xiaobai walked into the bedroom after washing, Ji Pingan was wringing his fingers and thinking about something.Xiaobai walked over and kissed his forehead: "What are you thinking?"

Ji Pingan smiled and closed the letter: "I'm thinking about what to cook for the New Year."

In previous years, Ji Ping'an's family had a fixed menu of dishes: braised fish, tofu stewed with braised pork, braised pork, meatballs, whole eggs, braised chicken, and stir-fried vegetables.

These seven dishes are also essential dishes for ancestor worship. Whenever it comes to the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, he will take advantage of the day of ancestor worship to prepare these dishes.After worshiping the ancestors, these dishes will be reheated one meal after another on the dining table of his family.

This year he wants to do something different.

Xiaobai smiled and said, "Have you decided what to cook for the New Year?"

Ji Pingan smiled and showed Xiaobai the manuscript: "Grandma left so many recipes, I was dazzled by the selection. Xiaobai, will you choose with me?"

Xiaobai quickly climbed onto the bed, hugged Ji Pingan in his arms, took the letter and looked at it: "Xiangyu? Is this our grandma's name?"

Ji Pingan smiled and nodded: "Well, grandma's name is Xiangyu."

Xiaobai's fingers brushed over the peony flowers on the cover, and he said softly: "Good name, our grandma is a gentle and virtuous lady at first glance."

Ji Pingan snuggled up to Xiaobai: "I've never seen grandma when she was young. The grandma in my impression is very kind, even more kind than Langzi's mother. Grandpa told me before that if grandma didn't meet him, she would neither grow old nor die."

Grandma is a demon cultivator, and the lifespan of a demon cultivator is much longer than that of a human.If grandma hadn't been there to give birth to his father, she wouldn't have aged so quickly like ordinary people.If grandpa had never been met, grandma might still be alive, and she would still be a pretty little girl.

Xiaobai held Ping An's hand gently: "But I think grandma who is cared by grandpa must be very happy."

If Grandpa Ping An didn't give grandma enough love, grandma would definitely not be willing to give birth to an heir for him, nor would she stay with him for the rest of her life.

Xiaobai used to think that the demon cultivators who were greedy for love were irrational. They clearly had the chance to achieve immortality and the ability to change the color of the world, but they only thought about love and affection.

There are quite a few people in the demon world who have the same idea as Xiaobai—the demon cultivators who give up their cultivation for the sake of love are fools who can't figure it out.

But when it was his turn, he found out how lucky he was to meet a like-minded person in his long demon life.Because of the appearance of this person, there is light in the boring life, and Yaosheng is like a thirsty plant meeting a spiritual spring.

After having this person, he began to think about the future and the meaning of life, and he exists in every picture of the future.His floating body and mind had a destination after meeting him. If one word could be used to describe his current feelings, it would be happiness.

Ji Pingan wanted to study the recipes with Xiaobai, but he didn't know who took the initiative, and the two kissed together...

It was dimly lit in the kitchen, and Yuhuang, who drank three bowls of porridge at night and was so hungry that he couldn't bear it, secretly opened the cupboard.There was a flickering fire in front of him, taking advantage of this light, Emperor Yu looked over the food in the cupboard.

After searching around, he tiptoedly rolled up some steamed buns and picked out some chicken feet.As the cupboard door was about to close, he picked two meatballs out of the bowl.

Yu Huang, who searched around, wrapped the food in a transparent barrier, and when he walked into the room, the food in the barrier would be heated and hot.

I have to say that the technique is really convenient to use in life!

When he went out, he took a look at Xiaobai's room, and his spiritual sense didn't penetrate the barrier in the room.Leng Changtian sighed and shook his head: "Do evil."

As for being so secretive?Who doesn't have a nightlife yet!

Early the next morning, Ji Ping'an got busy. He took a few pieces of beef tendon and soaked them in water, and went to the chicken coop to tie an old hen.This morning he looked through the menu carefully, and the current New Year's dishes are: white cut beef, sugar hoof, crispy chicken, sweet and sour fish, sauced pork ribs and hen soup.

These are the new year's dishes that he didn't dare to think about in previous years. In previous years, he didn't have such a wealth of ingredients. In previous years, he would go to Pingqiao Town to buy some pork and slaughter a few chickens he raised.This year he owns more than half of the cows and sheep!

Secondly, he is also afraid that he is reheating unfinished dishes every meal. Who can understand the feeling of eating leftovers for several days in a row? !

He doesn't have to be afraid this year, the food at home is sufficient, and Xiao Bai and Xiao Huang have good appetites, so as long as the food is not unpalatable, everyone will not waste it.He finally had the opportunity to reproduce the recipe left by his grandma!

He fried and cooked in the kitchen all morning, and when it was time to worship the ancestors, the table was already full of dishes.Xiao Huang clicked, there are eleven!

The ancestor worship needs to be done in the living room, and Xiao Bai and Xiao Huang carried the table into the living room.Ji Pingan placed five sets of bowls and chopsticks on three sides of the table, and the bowls were filled with a full bowl of rice. The food was steaming, and the aroma wafted out leisurely.

There is a rule in worshiping the ancestors. After the meal is ready, joss sticks should be lit to 'notify' the ancestors. During the worship process, the living people cannot touch the tables and chairs.In addition, when the ancestors dined, they had to burn the money papers dedicated to the ancestors in the courtyard...

Ji Ping'an had already told Xiaobai and the others about these rules, but when they saw Ji Pingan lit incense candles and burned a few pieces of yellow paper outside the gate, Xiaobai and the others couldn't help it: "Ping'an, what are you doing? "

Ji Pingan said while lighting the valuables: "Grandma said that there are many lonely ghosts in the world who have no descendants to worship. These people are very pitiful. They can only watch when they see other people's ancestors. These lonely ghosts enjoy a little joss stick."

The yellow paper catches fire, and even though there is no wind outside, the yellow paper spins and flies up, looking like someone is fighting for it.Xiao Huang squinted his eyes and looked around, probably because of his relationship with Xiao Bai, there wasn't even a ghost in the valley.

The soul of mortals is far less solid than that of monks. Once they lose their bodies, mortals will enter reincarnation.The so-called lonely ghosts are just people's imaginations, right?

But Ji Ping'an's words are quite warm. If there are really homeless ghosts, seeing such a kind young man, they will protect him to some extent, right?

After finishing a set of rituals outside the courtyard, it's the turn of the family.Ji Pingan placed a small censer on the south side of the table, with two red candles on both sides of the censer, and sand in the middle for sticking incense.

After the incense was lit, the pleasant scent of sandalwood permeated the entire living room.Ji Pingan said softly: "My family doesn't have many ancestors, and there are only five people who need to worship. They are all my close relatives. I will introduce them to you later."

He dragged a futon and placed it on the south side of the table facing the incense burner, then lifted his robe and knelt on the futon facing the direction of the table and kowtowed.

When he raised his head, his eyes were already red: "Great-grandfather, grandpa, grandma, father, mother...Happy Chinese New Year, I wish you all a happy new year in advance."

The author has something to say:

For old cats, worshiping ancestors when they were young means that they can have a good meal at a certain time of year.Burning paper is fun, kowtowing is also fun...

At that time, when I saw Dad Cat talking to the air, I always felt that Dad Cat was so stupid, and I couldn't understand Dad Cat's mood.

Now that I have grown up, I am thinking, I will not do this in the future, will my elders be bullied underground without food or drink? QQ