70s factory beauty, transform villain cubs to become rich

Chapter 429 Making Sausages

"Let it go." He Yuxiang slung his backpack over his shoulder. "I lost it."

Lin Chongping was so anxious that he scratched his head and said, "What can we do? Your family's relationship with your neighbors is not good, so you won't be able to get the 'Three Good Family' award."

"It's my fault for not keeping it safe. If I can't get it, then so be it."

He Yuxiang was unwilling, but that was the result, and there was nothing he could do about it.

It's his fault for not thinking that someone in his class would deliberately steal his letter.

Seeing the gloom and slight hostility emanating from He Yuxiang, Lin Chongping was afraid that further persuasion would backfire, so he comforted him, "Then you should explain it to your aunt properly, and we'll try to become a 'Three Good Family' again next year."

"Ah."

He Yuxiang responded indifferently.

The three walked home quietly. Xiao Yu knew her brother hated guarding the water tap, but he hadn't missed a single day of work, even in the cold winter and hot summer, all in the hopes of winning a banner at the end of the year. He had worked hard all year, only to end up with nothing...

Xiaoyu lowered her head and tears streamed down her face. Mao Mao was also very sad and kept rubbing her eyes. After returning home, the two of them hugged each other and cried in silence.

He Yuxiang's eyes were dark and deep. Seeing them crying so hard, the anger and frustration in his heart dissipated a lot. "Stop crying. Xiaoyu, come and do some work. Mao Mao, go to your music teacher's house quickly."

"I don't want to go today..."

"No."

He Yuxiang grabbed his arm and pulled him out the door.

Mao Mao pouted and waved goodbye to her sister in anguish, "Xiao Yu, let's cry together when I come back."

"Ok."

Xiaoyu stood up straight and waved to him.

He Yuxiang: "???"

Are there something wrong with those two?

After seeing Mao Mao off, He Yuxiang directed his sister to do chores, while he took the meat coupons and money, carried a basket on his back, and headed out to the supply and marketing cooperative.

Because he hasn't started his holiday yet, his uncle used his connections to buy seven catties of meat.

He now carries a basket on his back to collect meat and sausage casings.

After carrying it back, He Yuxiang first washed the pork and then cut it into small pieces.

After Chen Qing got home, he looked at the seven pounds of meat and thought that it could all be turned into sausages, so he was very excited. "I'll help chop the meat after dinner."

He Yuxiang: "Okay."

My aunt is bad at cooking.

But like Xiaoyu, she is very strong.

It takes at least an hour to mince seven pounds of meat, which is quite tiring.

After returning home, He Yuan quickly prepared two dishes for dinner. After eating, the whole family prepared to make sausages together.

He Yuan first sharpened two kitchen knives at home. The whetstone made a "snap-snap" sound, which gave Chen Qing goosebumps.

She took the gleaming cleaver from He Yuan and slammed it onto the cutting board, chopping the fatty and lean pork into tiny pieces, oil splattering everywhere.

"Don't just chop it. Once you feel you've chopped it finely, turn it over, gather it into a ball, and then chop it again!"

He Yuxiang rushed forward to offer guidance.

"I don't need you to teach me, go wash the sausage casings." Chen Qing felt that this guy had no patience at all: "He Yuan, come here quickly."

He Yuxiang has dead fish eyes.

His aunt is really lucky to have a good job, otherwise with that skill, she would starve to death sooner or later.

He Yuan entered the room carrying a sharpened old kitchen knife.

There are two kitchen knives in the house. One is an old kitchen knife that Chen Qing's family has had for a long time, and the other is one he bought. The old kitchen knife is really dull.

"Our old kitchen knife is about to retire."

"Buy a new kitchen knife when it breaks."

Kitchen knives are very expensive.

One is enough for home.

He Yuan nodded and stepped forward to teach her how to quickly mince meat.

Chen Qing understood immediately after hearing what he said, and began chopping with great enthusiasm. He finally realized her talent in cooking: "You can chop for a while and then go make sausages. I'll chop the meat."

"Okay." He Yuan saw that she was having fun, so he didn't refuse.

The two chopped half of the meat first. He Yuan then washed the basin containing the meat, put the meat in the basin, and poured in salt, sugar, white wine, five-spice powder, and other seasonings all at once, and started stirring.

The glistening, oily minced meat immediately filled the air with its aroma. Xiaoyu handed the cleaned sausage casings to her uncle, her mouth watering as she smelled the delicious aroma emanating from the kitchen: "It smells so good!"

Chen Qing: "We can only eat it during the Chinese New Year."

The sausages need to be air-dried for half a month.

Xiaoyu said disappointedly, "It's been so long..."

"No."

The two of them sighed in unison.

After giving the sausage casings to her uncle, Xiaoyu continued to help wash the pig intestines.

To wash and soften pig intestines, you just need to turn them inside out and scrub them vigorously, like you would wash socks.

But the sausage casing was slippery and so thin it was translucent. Mao Mao held one end for her, and Xiao Yu rinsed it with water, and the sausage would slide out a long way.

"Ouch! My intestines have come out!"

Mao Mao frantically tried to grab it.

He Yuxiang couldn't bear to look at him, so he simply looked away and went about his own business.

Inside the room, He Yuan took a metal funnel, put the sausage casing on it, and stuffed the meat filling into the funnel.

He Yuan poured the filling in while kneading the sausage, and it slowly swelled up.

Chen Qing looked on in amazement: "Sausage doesn't seem that difficult to make."

"It's quite simple, and it can last a long time."

He Yuan wanted firm sausages, so he kept a close eye on them.

The courtyard also formed a perfect assembly line: Chen Qing chopped meat, the children washed sausage casings, and He Yuan stuffed sausages.

Before long, the sausages, filled into sections, were tied tightly with hemp rope and hung on bamboo poles to dry.

Looking at the sausages, Chen Qing felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment. He put his hands on his hips and boasted, "I chopped this meat!"

He Yuan praised, "That's great."

Chen Qingwei raised his chin, looking quite smug.

She could hardly believe that she would one day be making sausages.

She had only ever seen sausages in supermarkets in her previous life.

The sausages, glistening red in the plastic vacuum bags, looked like handicrafts produced on an assembly line.

Now, the casing of the sausage in front of her was so thin it was translucent, and she could smell a faint salty odor.

Chen Qing watched, somewhat dazed, and as she heard the three children discussing when they would eat sausages, a gentle smile slowly spread across her eyes.

The sausages are not very noticeable at night, but when the sun shines on them during the day, they become shiny and give off a faint meaty aroma.

When Chen Qing woke up in the morning, she would bring her breakfast to look at her sausages, saying, "They look so good."

Her sausages are the best-looking sausages ever, plump and juicy, and they smell delicious.

She was always reluctant to leave when it was time to go to work.

Afraid of being late, He Yuan took her to work first.

The children knew that Xiaoyu and Mao Mao hadn't gone out to play last night; they had been making sausages. So this morning, they deliberately came to find Xiaoyu for school and stared longingly at the sausages.

The short-legged tiger, unable to budge, said, "Xiaoyu, I'll call you Auntie too. Can I come and stay at your house?"

Xiaoyu refused: "No, there's no bed for you to sleep in at my house."

Dwarf Tiger: "Don't you have your own room? I can put another bed in your room."

"No !!!!"

The fur made a popping sound.

The short-legged tiger covered his ears, thinking that people who study music are the most terrifying people in the world: "If you can't do it, you can't do it."

He Yuxiang's eyes also turned unfriendly: "You go out first."

(End of this chapter)