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Chapter 44 Spring Pancakes

Outside, the atmosphere was intense.

"alright!"

"Is it ripe?"

"Uh-huh!"

At Zhu Shulan's command, Ran Qingfeng, who was already starving and thirsty, immediately started waving her large scissors with a strange laugh and snip-snip-snip as she cut the meat, which was placed on a simple grilling net over charcoal, into pieces. This gave the group of men behind her, who were eagerly waiting, a very horrifying feeling that made their anuses tighten.

A large plate of simple barbecue dipping sauce, yellowish in color, with dried red chilies and roasted chili flakes from the charcoal—this alone is enough to make it a state banquet-level dish for these people.

"Give me one piece! Give me one piece!"

Please...

"Slurp...Mommy..."

"Fine, fine, so you're just trying to freeload, huh? You want to have your cake and eat it too, huh?"

Various exaggerated performances—no, no acting skills, just pure emotion.

In reality, the girls' skills were limited, and the appearance of the braised pork wasn't very good. Some parts did have a golden-brown, translucent texture with continuous oil bubbles, while others could basically be described as charred black. However, the big scissors really do produce good results. After snipping away, it was as if they had a built-in filter. The charred brown color became a perfect finishing touch, with the caramelized layer on the outside and the golden interior inside. The rich, fatty aroma made it mouthwatering.

Zhu Shulan deserves great credit; she was the first to eat: "Hiss... Ha..."

"How is it?"

"Um!"

Zhu Shulan nodded seriously, and Ran Qingfeng and the other girls immediately cheered, each taking a slice of the cut meat: "Ouch...it's so hot...this meat smells so good! How can it smell so good?"

"Eh...it's a bit spicy..."

"ha..."

Ran Qingfeng was completely stunned, repeatedly confirming, "This isn't right, is it? What do I usually eat? Is that meat really meat? This thing is different from the meat I usually eat!"

"Really? I don't believe it!" Shu Le frowned. "Your acting is way too exaggerated!"

"Then try it yourself!"

"Hehe, that's exactly what I was waiting for!"

"Rolling slice meat," also called "nangnangtiao," in Yanchuan it generally refers to the cut on the belly, connected to the pure fat lower lip. This stuff is very hard to chew. The girls obviously didn't have the skill to grill it over charcoal until it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Shule didn't even have a chance to perform a scene like Pigsy eating ginseng fruit. Then she just stopped talking and kept chewing.

The people behind quickly realized what was happening and dragged Shule away, saying, "Byd, you're eating alone!"

"This is hilarious..."

"Get him out!"

"He's been castrated!"

These few pounds of charcoal-grilled pork were nothing to a large group of teenagers who were still very hungry. They made their own food and shared it, and soon they all had expressions of wanting more. How should I describe it? They were exhausted and starving.

Of course, this group of clear-headed and foolish people didn't say a word to anyone except their own people. They gave a few pieces to everyone they could find. Even Old Yang was smeared with oil by the squad leader amidst cries of "No, no, you eat!" and was so moved that he kept licking his lips.

"Waaaah...it smells so good...it's so spicy...I can finally eat..." In a corner, Bu Xiao was almost crying: "It has to be a younger brother! He's so enthusiastic, so innocent, I'm so touched!"

Zhou Zhou's mouth moved rapidly in small movements, but her face showed a rather awkward expression: "Hmm..."

"Sis, what happened? Is that part burnt?"

"No, I was just thinking, what about all those expensive meats I bought before? Was it just bad luck?"

"Sis, you're amazing! You even know how to pick out meat!"

"Why do I feel like you're betraying me?"

"Oh no, no, I felt dizzy as soon as I entered the market. I was completely disoriented and couldn't buy anything right. I didn't even recognize meat, let alone tell which part was which. I couldn't even distinguish between pork, beef, and lamb..."

"Then they died in vain."

"Oh right." After finishing her meal, Bu Xiao didn't even bother to wipe her mouth before quickly pulling up her mask and scarf. Her professional attitude was heartwarming: "Sis, sis, look over there. It looks like the sauerkraut and dried vegetables are about to be cooked."

"Let's go! Let's get some...cough...help out!"

The sand liver and liver buried in the ash heap were also dug out. The surfaces of these two things were smooth, and they could be basically revealed by brushing them with millet.

The long, thin, dark-colored liver is shaped like strips, while the larger pieces of liver, when broken open, are grayish-white. It has a unique aroma, a slightly astringent and bitter taste, and a very strong aftertaste.

Carb Godfather Shu Le, carrying his large beverage bottle, poured drinks into each of the bright red and green plastic cups, while a group of people held livers in their hands and cups in their hands—

"Cheers!"

The scene resembled a gathering of heroes from the Water Margin, with a toast to commemorate their victory.

There weren't many small pieces of liver, so Ran Qingfeng divided them into two. The dog sneaked up to Lu Chi's side, hesitated for a moment, then stuffed the smaller piece into his mouth, looking extremely distressed: "Lu Chi, so what are we having for our main course?"

Lu Chi was stunned by her question: "Two pigs aren't enough for you? What kind of staple food do you eat? You eat staple food, but if there's pig swill, would you eat it?"

Ran Qingfeng twisted her hands together, feigning shyness, and said in a high-pitched voice, "Chichi~ I saw Lao Zhou buy a whole plate of those fresh mung bean sprouts~"

Lu Chi's hair stood on end from her shout. He took a half step back and pried the thing's claws open: "Is your throat closed? What do you want from me?"

"Spring pancakes!"

"Damn it!"

The thing rolled away on its own, leaving Lu Chi there grinning, struggling to make his way to the main kitchen. Man Hui saw him and asked, "What's wrong, young master?"

Lu Chi sighed, "Sister Man, um, do you know how to make spring pancakes?"

"Hey, hey, hey, I don't deserve to be called 'sister' by you!" Man Hui put the pot lid back on and said, "I can make spring pancakes though! That's so easy, the really thin kind, right? It's just that preparing wild vegetables is a little troublesome..."

"Then I'll go prepare the dishes."

Spring pancakes are something that can be simple or complicated. They consist of thin pancakes that can be torn in two at a time, filled with lard, and then a bunch of stir-fried vegetables and wild greens, mainly potato vermicelli or glass noodles, bean sprouts, eggs, shredded meat, shredded potatoes, and yams, are rolled up with sauce or other condiments and eaten.

The key lies in Yanchuan...

This dish has never been simple. It starts with eight side dishes, and better ones can have thirty or fifty. If there aren't at least eight or ten wild vegetables in it, then I ask you, what kind of spring pancake are you eating?

Wild vegetables have distinct flavors, and even when mixed together for stir-frying, the initial cooking methods and seasonings vary. Some are blanched, some stir-fried, some mixed, some deep-fried, and some...

In short, their only purpose is to fall in love at first sight in the same pancake. This thing is a tormenting little devil. There is a hellish joke in Yanchuan that someone got old and stayed up all day to eat a spring pancake before passing away. The real hell is that making a proper spring pancake takes that much time and is not easy.