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"Hmm...thicker."

Speaking of thickness, it is actually about 3 to 4 mm.

Lamb tenderloin should not be too thin even if it is stir-fried.

There are three reasons.

First, it is easy to fry.

Second, mutton is not like fish. If it is too thin, it will lose the mellow taste of the meat itself.

Third, the meat slices are too thin, the flavor of the spices can only be wrapped on the surface, and it will dissipate when you shake it. The flavor cannot penetrate into the meat juice at all, and the bite is very pale.

The boss preliminarily washed the blood from the tenderloin, then neatly cut it into slices and packed it up.

"Short ribs big or small?"

"It's suitable."

Too big is inconvenient, too much to eat and it's not fun.

ka ka ka-

The boss swung the butcher knife to cut the piece, and a little bit of blood splashed on Lin Xiaoshu's face, which made her tremble, and immediately rubbed on her brother's clothes.

Lin Xiaoxian's face turned dark at that time.

It was Wang Xiaomeng's behavior of Chi Guoguo!

"Lin Xiaoshu, how old are you this year..."

"Xiaoshu is 15 years old this year~"

Lin Xiaoshu shook his head, rubbed his head again, raised his head with a smile, and blinked blinkingly, trying to pass the test with cuteness.

Then there were a few more bangs and bangs, and the boss cleaned up quickly, and all the meat was processed and packed in two layers of bags.

"Go slowly."

"well."

Lin Xiaoxian bought 10 catties of mutton in one go, full of pride from a wealthy family.

10 catties is quite a lot, but it is not too much for Lin Xiaoxian, he can easily carry it by himself.

It's just a few pockets dangling, and there are ribs in them. Be careful when walking on the road, otherwise it will be troublesome if it is scratched and leaks out.

"Come on, go to Hema Xiansheng now."

"Don't you take the meat home first?"

"No, there is not much time at noon, so come as soon as possible."

"Yeah, brother, let me help you mention a little bit."

Lin Xiaoxian refused, and when he went to Hema Xiansheng to buy other things later, his hands would definitely not be enough, and he would have to rely on his sister, so Xiaoshu had to save his strength for now.

The two were walking on the road, while Lin Xiaoshu was humming a ditty while thinking about something.

"Pay attention to the road, what are you thinking?"

Lin Xiaoxian thought that she had something on her mind.

But Lin Xiaoshu remembered the text "Punch the Town of Kansai" in the junior high school textbook because the boss cut the mutton just now.

Lin Xiaoshu still remembers those few instructions given by Lu Zhishen when he visited Guanxi for leisure.

[According to the decree of Jinglue Xianggong Jun: ten catties of lean meat, cut into simmered meat, don't see any fat on it. 】

[If you want another ten catties, it will be fat. Don't see some fine ones on it, but also cut it into saozi. 】

[If you want another ten catties of inch-gold cartilage, you should chop it finely to make simmered meat, and don't see any meat on it. 】

When reading this text before, Lin Xiaoshu often imagined the picture of Zheng Tu cutting meat.

Although Zheng Tu is a villain, his operation of cutting meat not only satisfies the obsessive-compulsive disorder, but also makes Lin Xiaoshu greedy for the cut meat for a long time.

Especially in ancient times, there were no plastic bags, so according to the description in the book, the cut scorpion seeds were still wrapped in lotus leaves.

The fragrance of the lotus leaf and the fine meat smell...

The human imagination has infinite power. The two simple things, together with the concise description in the book, form a proper blank space, allowing this "delicious" feeling to ferment in Lin Xiaoshu's imagination.

"So you were memorizing texts along the way?"

"Half of it, the other half is looking forward to your noon craft."

"Then you can look forward to it slowly, anyway, I don't cook mutton at noon, I only eat it at night."

Lin Xiaoshu's eyes widened:

"Huh? Then what shall we have for lunch?"

"It's takeaway."

"..."

Lin Xiaoshu felt so sad because he was so hungry, he was busy at noon, but he had to wait until evening to eat.

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Ten minutes later, Hema Fresh arrived.

There are also a lot of people inside, and all kinds of fresh ingredients related to sheep, or semi-finished and cooked food, all have the "HOT" brand.

The most popular among them is of course the classic mutton soup.

A lot of solid material bags and boiled soup bases in bags are all paired with cooked and cut mutton haggis, marked with the logo of "authentic Jianyang mutton soup", and placed in the most conspicuous place of the store.

In this position, uncles and aunts are always the most.

Lin Xiaoshu's petite body showed his advantage at this time, he bravely squeezed through the crowd, took out a bag of soup with all his strength and waved his little hand at his brother:

"Brother, I got it!"

"Great! Put it back."

"Uh...don't buy this?"

"Of course I won't buy it. Don't you see that it says Jianyang mutton soup? We bought Yulin mutton, it doesn't match."

This reason was just found by Lin Xiaoxian casually.

The real reason was that he felt that the soup was not as delicious as the one he made at home.

With his current cooking skills, let alone such semi-finished products, he would not like at least 80.00% of the most professional mutton restaurants in Chengdu.

The reason why Lin Xiaoxian came here today is to buy some spices, and to buy a coarse salt that he saw online.

If mutton wants to be stewed deliciously, salt is the key.

Putting the iodized salt at home in the soup will destroy the umami taste of the mutton. Only coarse salt is the best.

After buying a lot of spices and a small pot of coarse salt, it was almost 1 o'clock when Lin Xiaoxian and his sister returned home.

As the saying goes, spring is exhausted and autumn is sleepy, summer naps and hibernates.

Students in the third grade of junior high school have gradually lost the unexplained energy of children during the day. If they don't take a good nap, they will definitely be listless in the afternoon.

Therefore, in order to ensure his sister's nap, Lin Xiaoxian gave up the takeaway and cooked two plates of golden egg fried rice by himself.

Lin Xiaoshu added 2 eggs.

For Lin Xiaoxian's own share, 5 more were added.

It's not that Lin Xiaoxian didn't know what to do, he originally wanted to hit three, who knew that two of them would be double yellows.

"Whose old hen is this, it's too dishonest..."

It's no use complaining when the eggs are in the pan.

After Lin Xiaoxian finished eating this plate of egg fried rice with 5 eggs, he felt that his stomach was full of "egg gas" until the afternoon class, and he felt a little nauseous.

118 Good deeds

The first period of evening self-study is over.

"Su Yuan."

"?"

"Hiccup~~"

"Lin Xiaoxian, you are disgusting!"

"Hahaha..."

Burping at the female tablemate has been done by many people more or less.

Men are creatures that are born with a certain degree of bad taste.

No matter what age a man is, when he sees a young cardamom girl laughing and cursing because of her prank, he will feel happy from the bottom of his heart.

The same is true for Lin Xiaoxian.

If he was a grown man in a suit and leather shoes, he would definitely be ashamed to do such a thing.

But at this time, he was just a young boy brimming with youth, so he laughed recklessly.

"Does it stink?"

"It stinks! It smells like chicken...chicken...chicken poop..."

Even when Su Yuan was covering his nose, he still wanted to avoid saying the word "shit" in a ladylike manner.

From this, Lin Xiaoxian thought of a very strange question.

Many children do not like to eat eggs, especially boiled eggs.

Whenever parents force their children to swallow boiled eggs, they always hear complaints like this:

"It's unpalatable, it smells like chicken shit..."

So how did everyone know the taste of chicken shit without a teacher?

You can't have tasted it since you were a child, can you?

In order to keep a distance, Su Yuan kept pushing his hands on Lin Xiaoxian's shoulders, and his small mouth was so pouted that he could hang an oil pot.

Therefore, Lin Xiaoxian must not continue to discuss this issue with her, so he went to Liu Wei for advice.

"Wei... oh?"

As soon as he got close to Liu Wei, Lin Xiaoxian's binocular dynamic vision as high as 6.0 caught something wrong with him.

To be precise, it was something wrong between him and Zheng Wen.

The eyes of the two met each other just now, and what came out of the collision was not sparks, but a certain subtle atmosphere.

The atmosphere is a little tense and a little ambiguous...

Lin Xiaoxian is not Gu Xiaoyan, he doesn't know how to read minds, the reason why he can see such metaphysical things is all due to the strange and shy smile on the corner of Zheng Wen's mouth.

"Ahem, Viagra, come here."

"okay."

Liu Wei walked over, Lin Xiaoxian pulled him to the corridor again, saw two teachers chatting in the corridor, and pulled him further away.

"What's the matter, so serious."

Liu Wei's face was solemn, could it be that there was a change in the affairs of the eldest sister, Lin Ling?

He hasn't investigated clearly yet. Brother Xian is going to attack Wu Na and Cao Li directly, right?

"It's okay, it's a question about eggs..."

Lin Xiaoxian asked the doubt just now, and Liu Wei was so angry that he slapped Lin Xiaoxian on the head:

"That's it?! That's it?!"

"Oh, anyway, you answer first, why do boiled eggs smell like chicken feces!"

"Mao's chicken feces smell, the scientific name is the smell of eggs, I was ignorant when I was a child, and when I was reading pictures, I thought eggs came out of the hen's buttocks, so when I smelled eggs, I would naturally think of chickens. It smells like shit..."

"I see!"