The First Family of Tang Dynasty

Cheng Chubi arranges people to make skin jelly here and people to make bacon pork over there, and they have to make Dongpo meat, and of course they have to make garlic white meat.

Not to forget the pot roast pork needed for Guilin rice noodles, and of course the Cantonese barbecued pork.

At this time, Cheng Chubi really wanted to split himself into six or seven for use. The Mei Xiaochu on the side was like a five-good young man studying hard at this moment.

Honestly, he followed Cheng Saburo closely and carefully recorded Cheng Chubi's instructions.

But over there, the fat in the pot has already begun to smell of oil, rich and fragrant.

Let everyone feel refreshed, and the movements become more agile.

But Cheng Family Four, Five, Six, who didn't know where to go, quietly appeared outside the courtyard where the kitchen was.

The three pairs of bright eyes looked closely at Cheng Fu Jiading who was running back and forth inside, as well as the diffuse heat and various fragrances.

"Fourth, fifth and fourth, come here." Seeing the sneaky appearance of these three younger brothers, the older brother Cheng Chu couldn't help but beckoned to the three little guys.

"Big brother, what is the third brother doing delicious?" After the three little guys rushed in, they took deep breaths frequently.

Cheng Laoliu originally wanted to slip over, but was pulled back by his second brother Cheng Chubi.

"I didn't see that your third brother was already so busy that he was almost dead, so he was beaten carefully in the past."

"It's so fragrant, second brother, what's delicious?" The sixth child swallowed, his face full of intoxication, and Harazi was about to drip onto his clothes.

"A lot of delicious food, don't worry, you three can't be hungry." The eldest brother felt that his saliva was also secreting vigorously.

After a long wait, Cheng Chubi finally brought a large plate of oily residue sprinkled with salt, amidst the continuous urging of the brothers.

The salty fragrant and crispy oily dregs made my elder brother excited. Looking at these brothers, Cheng Chubi smiled very relievedly.

After the boiled lard, Cheng Chubi asked Cheng Ji Cheng Li to take it to his yard and let it sit still.

After all, it’s already at this point now, so you have to eat a full meal before you have the energy to do things.

The first thing that comes out of the pot is the bacon. Generally speaking, it is best to soak it overnight to make the meat more delicious.

But now that you are hungry, you don't need to be so particular about it. Pick up the baked pancakes and cut them in the middle.

Then chop up the meat and coriander that are so simmering and simmering, and then pour some of the sauce into it.

Cheng Chubi's hand was raised, and the first Roujiamo of Datang Zhenguan in the summer of nine years that Mei Xiaochu handed over had been snatched by his eldest brother Cheng Chumo.

Opening his blood basin and taking a big bite, a Roujiamo disappeared by a third.

Cheng Chubi looked at the shameless elder brother with a black line, and saw that four, five, six, three younger brothers were almost about to pounce on the eldest brother to bite the meat.

Such a warm and energetic scene, well, very old Cheng's.

Soon, almost every housekeeper who was busy today had a hand, squatted there and chewed, eating and complimenting them.

Fragrant, the fragrance of a special lady, the meat is fragrant and waxy but not woody, and when paired with the baked cake, it is absolutely amazing...

Especially the fat meat and pig skin, the fat meat almost melts in the mouth, and the pig skin is fragrant and delicious, and everyone holds it in their hands when eating.

For fear of losing a trace of meat or soup, the three bear children, four, five and six, showed their great strength.

The food was devouring, not even much slower than the three brothers, and Cheng Laosan was dumbfounded, and quickly let the kitchen handyman go and boil the hawthorn water first.

Otherwise, the three little guys who don't know their fullness might have stomach ache again.

Cheng Chubi had eaten four full-bodied pork buns and then healed a sigh of satisfaction. Sure enough, the taste of pork is still so evocative.

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The eldest brother touched his slightly bulging belly, stretched his legs, and smashed his mouth with contentment.

"Fragrant, the fragrance of the true mother, the third child, I have not eaten this pork, brother. I have tasted it before when I was in the army."

"But it's fishy and stinky, how come it smells so fragrant in your hands?"

"Yes, it doesn't smell good, but unfortunately it's too strong to eat anymore."

The second brother is not much better, the whole person is in a state where the blood supply from the whole body is concentrated to the stomach, causing the expression to be dull.

Seeing one or two eating supports on the spot, Cheng Chubi, as the chef, is also quite fulfilled.

"This is just a cooking technique. You haven't tasted other pork dishes. I'll say you will like it."

After patted his belly, Cheng Chubi stood up, with nothing to do.

Called Cheng Ji and Cheng Li, who were also a bit supportive, and walked towards their own courtyard.

Next, it's time to make a powerful detergent like soap and extract the by-product glycerin by the way.

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Soon, in the small courtyard where Cheng Chubi specializes in various experiments, smoke owls began to cook.

Cheng Chubi entered the room and brought up a large porcelain jar. Inside was the caustic soda that Cheng Chubi had previously purified~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Soon, the fat was boiled in the water to remove all kinds of impurities on the surface. It is filtered and separated with gauze while it is hot.

Then pour the pure grease into a clean pot, and then add nearly one-third of the caustic soda solution in proportion...

Cheng Ji and Cheng Li watched as the pot of oil that had been scented with attractive fragrance gradually lost its fragrance.

It gradually became a thick paste...

Looking at the lard fat that had undergone a chemical reaction, Cheng Ji and Cheng Li's face became darker and darker.

"San Gongzi, this thing can be turned into medicine? I think if it is mixed with so much caustic soda, if it is drunk, it will not cause death."

"Well, of course this thing is not medicine. What's the hurry, let's boil it a little longer." Cheng Chubi gave Cheng Ji an unhappy look.

"You show it to me, I'll go get the mold."

"San Gongzi, what mold are you going to get?"

"Soap mold." Cheng Chubi returned to the room without looking back, rummaging through the soap mold he had bought some time ago.

The door of the small courtyard was closed tightly, and Cheng Chubi had been busy with Cheng Ji Chengli. And Cheng Chubi also rushed out from time to time to bring something that he had had time to prepare in the future, such as goat's milk.

It was not until the dusk of the sky that Cheng Chubi stretched out a lot of exhaustion.

He looked at the bottle of glycerin next to him with a sense of accomplishment. After all, this thing is a by-product. One pound of fat can produce less than one or two glycerine.

Fortunately, the pig of Cheng Chubi's family was fat enough, and the nearly 30 kilograms of fat produced by the cooking gave him two and a half kilos of glycerin.