Wang Zhen walked into the kitchen and what caught his eyes was the scene of Zhao Jia's family being oily.

Those involved were Zhao Jia’s wife, Zhao Jia, Zhao Zhao Zhao and Zhao Liang.

Zhao Jia’s wife is burning the fire, Zhao Jia is in the kitchen, Zhao Zhao is washing vegetables, and Zhao Liang is cutting vegetables.

There are many kinds of fried items, including chicken, duck, fish, lotus vegetables, hemp leaves, radish, and other common dishes.

The reason is that the weather is cold on the Nanhe River.

During the Chinese New Year, if there are relatives who come to visit, if one dish is fried, wait until the last one is served, and the rest of the dishes will be cool.

So, slowly, the tradition of over-oil was formed.

That is to wrap the chicken, duck, fish and other dishes that entertain guests during the New Year with flour and seasonings, and put them in a frying pan.

If the guests come, they will be placed in a steamer and steamed, and then they can be served directly.

In this way, guests don't have to eat cold dishes like before.

"Wang Zhen, come on, eat hemp leaves."

"Wang Zhen, you are here, sit down and eat some hemp leaves."

"Wang Zhen, I heard that you have a promising future now and have made millions this year?"

Seeing Wang Zhen walk in, the cousin stood up and pointed to the sieve where hemp leaves were placed. At the same time, Zhao Zhao and Zhao Liang also smiled and greeted Wang Zhen.

"Yeah, OK, comb milk."

"Well, there are so many, bright."

"When did you come back? How about working outside?"

Faced with the greetings of the three people, Wang Zhen grabbed a few mayes without any hesitation. After answering, he asked back while eating.

"I've been back for a few days. How can I do when working outside? I'm tired and unhappy."

"By the way, Wang Zhen, I heard that Zhao Le and Zhao Gen and others work on your farm, and the salary is higher than outside. Will your farm recruit people? Otherwise, we won't go out next year. How about I go to your farm to work?"

Looking at Wang Zhen, Zhao Liang finished answering and asked with a smile.

"Okay, it's all a family. I can't even be happy if you can come to help me, so why would I refuse?"

"If you two brothers come in, you can work with your cousin and cousin in the future."

When Wang Zhen heard Zhao Liang's inquiry, he agreed without thinking.

The farm is about to add accommodation projects, which means more staff.

Therefore, when facing the two of them’s self-recommendation, Wang Zhen was only happy and would refuse.

"Okay, then that's what we'll say. After the Chinese New Year, we'll go find you."

Hearing Wang Zhen agree, Zhao Zhao and Zhao Liang nodded in agreement and began to continue to work on their own.

"Click"...

"Photo milk, can you make bacon?"

After talking to Zhao Liang, Wang Zhen asked at the boiling milk while eating the hemp leaves.

Maye, this is a common snack in Nanhe and Henan Province.

The method is very simple.

When pressing the dough, sprinkle sesame seeds and cut into square shapes with pointed ends.

Put it in a frying pan and fry it. It is crispy and delicious, and you can't stop eating it.

"Bao pork? Wang Zhen, your family wants to make bacon? I can, what? Do you want to make it?"

When he heard Wang Zhen ask this question, he asked in Nanhe dialect with Sichuan flavor.

"Well, yes, you know we have killed more pigs this year. Now there are two left, and the refrigerator can't be put in."

"I remember that the bacon I ate outside was very delicious, so I wanted to make some by myself."

"But, I don't know how to do it. I don't think of your hometown in Sichuan, so I'll ask you."

Looking at his cousin's milk, Wang Zhen responded with a smile.

"Well, this is easy to say. After we touched, I will teach you."

Hearing Wang Zhen's words, the confidant nodded in agreement and said.

"No, cousin, just tell me the process. If you are busy with yours, I won't bother you."

When Wang Zhen heard that his cousin also came to help, he smiled and refused to ask.

Recently, every household is busy.

It is not difficult to make bacon, so there is no need to let others go over to guide them in person.

"That's fine, then I'll talk to you."

"The first step in making bacon is to cure meat."

"After you go back, cut the pork into gift sticks, rub the pork with salt, and marinate it in the jar."

"Marinate for about three days, then hang it in a ventilated place for a few days."

"When all the cured meats are air-dried, you can get more cypress sap, make a bunch of firewood to light them, put the cypress sap on it, and hang the cured meat on it."

“Normal, the longer it smokes, the better.”

"In this process, people try to watch from the side to prevent the cypress branches from burning."

"Generally speaking, it's enough to smoke for more than one day."

"After smoked, find a ventilated place to hang it, and it can be stored for a long time."

While cooking the pot, the cow milk told Wang Zhen what he knew about the process of smoked bacon.

"Well, okay, thank you, cousin, I remember it myself, so I won't bother you."

Speaking of this, Wang Zhen stood up and began to say goodbye to Zhao Jia and the others.

"Zhong, come, Wang Zhen, bring some macaques back for your grandmother and grandmas to eat."

When he heard that Wang Zhen was leaving, the cousin quickly stood up, took a plastic bag from the side, and wanted to fill him with hemp leaves.

"Don't, cousin milk, our family will be oily tomorrow, so keep your family for food."

Wang Zhen saw it and stopped it immediately.

"Your home belongs to yours, my home belongs to mine, and the taste is different."

"Come on, take it, if you don't want it, your cousin will get angry."

As he said that, the cousin milk filled a bag of numb leaves without saying anything and handed it to Wang Zhen.

"Okay, cousin, then thank you, I'll go back first."

Wang Zhen took Ma Ye helplessly and said goodbye to them, Zhao Jia and the others again.

"Well, when making bacon, I don't know anything. Remember to ask me."

The cousin watched Wang Zhen leave and said to him from a distance.

"Okay, comb milk."

Wang Zhen responded without looking back and walked towards his villa.

"How is it? Will your comb milk be? Why are you back with a bag of numb leaves?"

Seeing Wang Zhen come back, Wang's father smiled and asked, he took a hemp leaf and started eating it.

"Yes, I've taught me just now."

"Come on, brother, mom, grandma, grandma, grandma, grandma, grandpa, stop busy now, eat some leaves and take a break."

Wang Zhen responded, put the hemp leaves on the table, and greeted the busy family members.

Grandma and Grandpa Wang were still sitting in the yard basking in the sun.

Grandma Wang and Mother Wang are dealing with pig internal organs.

Wang’s father and Wang Liang were cutting the etiquette note.

After hearing Wang Zhen’s greeting, they were not polite. They washed their hands one after another, chatting while eating the leaves so that they could take a break.
Chapter completed!