After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter-Chapter 76 - Hard to Escape Blame
Chapter 76: Chapter 76: Hard to Escape Blame
Chapter 76: Chapter 76: Hard to Escape Blame
Let the warm light help dispel the last bit of moisture in the jar, ensuring it was dry and ready for future use.
At this moment, Fang Qin stood at her own window, looking at the busy figure of Su Yu, her mind filled with confusion and curiosity.
Where had this woman gotten so much meat? What kind of delicious dish was she stewing that could emit such a tempting aroma?
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Thinking of this, Fang Qin could not help but swallow a mouthful of saliva secretly, irritably kicking Jiang Youfu, who was giggling beside her. She cursed continuously, full of resentment and unwillingness.
Jiang Youfu, now a changed man, faced Fang Qin’s scolding and roughness with only a silly smile. Instinctively shrinking his neck, he showed none of the arrogance and bluster of the past.
In the past, he either stayed away from home for days on end or came back only to ask for money, resorting to fists and kicks at the slightest dissatisfaction.
But now, he seemed to have truly become a docile lamb, completely at Fang Qin’s mercy.
Inside the house, Su Yu had already ignited a roaring kitchen fire, adding a small amount of clean water to the iron pot, preparing to cook.
With adept movements, she cut the pork back fat into even small pieces. As the water boiled, she added ginger slices, tsao-ko, star anise, and other spices to the pot, the boiling surface releasing waves of enticing aroma.
Then, she meticulously scraped the fine hairs off the surface of the pork belly, slicing it into strips.
She set it aside, letting the water droplets slowly drop from the meat.
Finally, with decisive knife work, she chopped off the pig’s trotter from the hind leg and arranged it neatly with the pork belly, ready for the next steps in the cooking process.
Jiang Ziling, lying in bed, saw all this.
He couldn’t help but sigh with admiration for such a petite and delicate woman.
Yet, she displayed a strength and toughness beyond his imagination.
Those seemingly fragile arms were efficiently handling the heavy meat and bones.
Thinking that he could only lie there to recuperate while Su Yu was tirelessly busy, a complex emotion surged in his heart, both touched and uneasy.
He gently pressed his fingers against Xixi’s soft forehead.
The delicate skin there was no longer scorching hot like in the early morning.
Instead, it had slightly cooled, leaving behind fine beads of sweat, which eased his tension and alleviated some of his worries.
The pain in his leg sneaked up like a cunning stalker, gnawing at his will from time to time.
But he clenched his teeth, stubbornly locking the anguish between them, not letting a single groan escape his lips.
In his heart, he silently prayed, hoping his legs would heal soon.
At least in Su Yu’s gentle gaze, he did not want to show any sign of weakness or fragility.
Su Yu’s skilled hands danced in the kitchen, delicately marinating the pork belly, intermixed with fat and lean, and the enticing pig trotters with green onion segments, fresh ginger, and rich soy sauce.
And the leg meat was precisely cut into pieces, neatly arranged at the corner of the cutting board, waiting for the next phase of the cooking process.
Underneath the stove, several fresh sweet potatoes were gently placed in the charcoal fire, slowly roasting, emitting a simple and warm aroma.
The porridge that had been simmered from the early morning was still more than half left.
From the hardly touched bowls and dishes, it seemed Jiang Ziling and Xixi had not dined well.
Su Yu sighed softly, deciding to reheat the porridge, adding a bit more warmth to this ordinary meal.
The pork fat in the pot gradually calmed, the boiling bubbles no longer noisy.
Su Yu quickly stood up, taking a wooden spatula in hand, gently stirring to prevent the fat from burning.
The rich aroma, like an invisible messenger, subtly moved between neighbors, arousing the curiosity and anticipation of those around.
What delicious dish was the Jiang Family cooking today?
In order to avoid the aroma from being too overpowering, Su Yu adjusted the heat.
She carefully stirred from time to time until the lard became clear and translucent, and the greasy residue floating on the surface turned into a pleasant golden color, only then was she satisfied enough to extinguish the stove fire.
First, she carefully scooped out these golden and crispy residues and placed them in a bowl set aside.
Afterward, she brought over a clay pot that had been washed and dried in advance, which was specially taken from the courtyard.
For assurance of cleanliness, Su Yu wiped down the body of the pot with a clean cloth once again.
Once the lard had cooled slightly, she slowly poured half of it into the pot.
The remaining lard was used to fry the previously chopped pork leg, until they were all evenly covered with an attractive golden color, and then she scooped them out one by one, placing them in a jar.
Finally, she poured the remaining lard over them to completely submerge the meat pieces.
Such a technique of oil immersion preserved the meat’s flavor for a long time and prevented it from spoiling readily.
Su Yu’s movements did not stop; she securely placed the clay pot in a corner of the wall and carefully sealed it.
She turned back to immerse herself in new preparatory work, washing the cooking utensils.
She patiently waited for the steam to dry out, then she sprinkled a sufficient amount of salt into the pot.
Along with Sichuan pepper, bay leaves, cinnamon, and aged tangerine peel, under the heat, these spices mingled with the salt grains, frying until the salt turned slightly golden, then she removed the pot from the fire and set it aside.
These stir-fried spices were evenly smeared on the cured streaky pork and pork feet.
Then strung up with ropes, they were hung in the cool, well-ventilated corner under the eaves, quietly awaiting the time and air to craft their wonderful miracles.
The sunlight shifted stealthily, and by the time noon had passed, Xixi finally slowly got up from the bed.
Su Yu noticed that the sickly flush on her face had faded.
She knew in her heart that the child’s fever had subsided; although she had not fully recovered yet, there was considerable improvement.
She held a perfectly roasted sweet potato and called softly, “Xixi, try this first, the food will be ready soon.”
However, the child just shook her head and gently snuggled back into Jiang Ziling’s arms.
Understanding her cues, Su Yu knew she wasn’t in the mood for food, so she did not insist, but instead, her hands moved even more proficiently and swiftly.
She quickly chopped the pork liver, stir-frying it together with fresh spicy green peppers and savoury fermented black beans.
A simple seasoning was all it took to outline an extremely tempting aroma.
Such a stir-fry, served with warm and soft porridge, was sure to awaken even the most discerning taste buds.
Su Yu reheated the morning’s porridge, arranged it on the table, and casually slapped two crisp cucumbers.
She sprinkled a bit of salt on the fried residues in anticipation of the final touch—the slowly stewed pork rib soup.
Thinking of that pot, where the ribs had been stewed for so long that the meat should be tender and falling apart.
The juices were rich, the flavor penetrated every inch of the meat; additionally, she had specifically added nourishing Black Medicine Root, combining health benefits with deliciousness.
Unconsciously, Su Yu swallowed saliva, hastily walked towards the courtyard, ready to bring the clay pot inside.
However, the scene before her made her instantly stunned—the courtyard.
Only a lone stove stood silently under the eaves; the eagerly awaited clay pot had disappeared without a trace! Could it have been stolen?
In the moment of Su Yu’s shock, as if time had frozen, immediately, her eyes became as sharp as blades, piercing directly towards the firmly closed door of Jiang Youfu, her expression emitting an undeniable sharpness and determination.
Recalling Fang Qin’s furtive glance over this way just earlier.
In her heart, Su Yu immediately understood most of the situation, there was no doubt Fang Qin was deeply implicated in this matter.
