Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

Wang Mingqian and others were very fast. When they returned to Dali Temple with the things they had searched out from Wutong Temple, Jiang Shangxian was struggling to flip the braised pork in the pot with the help of her mother. The pot for the big pot rice was really too big, and with her current arm strength, it was quite difficult for her to flip the pot with one hand.

Many people think that sweet and sour pork and stir-fried pork are similar dishes, but they are not. Sweet and sour pork is a sweet and sour meat slice, which women and children like more. In Northeast China, many people call it ladies' dish, while stir-fried pork is a salty piece of meat. When you are hungry, rush into a restaurant and order a plate of stir-fried pork and a plate of three fresh delicacies. Just the taste is enough to go with two bowls of rice in one breath.

Jiang's mother had eaten her sweet and sour pork, but not this. When she saw her making it earlier, she said, "You say it's not sweet and sour pork? Just changed the name and you're pretending I don't know it? Isn't it the same? It's fried once, twice, and three times. I count them all!"

"Oh, mother! They are really different. Sweet and sour pork is sweet and sour pork, and stir-fried pork slices is stir-fried pork slices! I will be angry if you say that!" Jiang Shangxian pouted. For a food lover, what dish should be what dish should be. A chicken can be made into hundreds of different dishes. Can this be said to be the same dish?

Then KFC’s spicy wings are not as delicious as McDonald’s!

"Angry? You dare to be angry with your mother?!" Jiang's mother glared at him, "Come here, come here, let me see how angry you are."

Jiang Shangxian rolled his eyes. He had no idea what to do with her unreasonable behavior, so he sent her off to do something else. "Hey, the shredded radish is almost done. Squeeze the water out of it, and I'll stir it later."

"Hmph!" Jiang's mother rolled her eyes without showing any weakness, put down the pot in her hand, threw the cotton cloth used to wrap the pot ears aside, and went to squeeze the water from the shredded radish while muttering to herself.

Today's lunch in the cafeteria is Northeastern cuisine. We have stir-fried pork slices, and we can't miss the childhood delicacy, vegetarian radish meatballs. These radishes are well stored and have no hollow cores at all.

The braised pork slices were quickly taken out of the pot, and Mrs. Huang came over to wash the pot immediately, while Jiang Shangxian began to cut the radish shreds casually. It's true that although Jiang's mother was nagging, she did a good job.

As the name suggests, vegetarian radish meatballs are made of two kinds of radish mixed with eggs and flour. She tasted them before adding salt to kill the moisture. The white radish was juicy and tender, and the carrots were tender, crisp and sweet. The meatballs will be delicious when they are fried in a while.

While she was frying the meatballs, Jiang's mother came over again. In just one day, Jiang's mother had become mature, as if she had been a chef for more than ten years. She seemed to stroll behind her unintentionally, and unexpectedly stretched out her chubby right hand, and picked up the vegetarian radish meatballs that had just come out of the pot with two fingers.

Jiang Shangxian was just about to say that this thing was very hot when a crisp sound was heard behind her, followed by her mother's suppressed exclamation, and then a continuous breathing sound.

"Mother, this is just out of the pot. How is it? Is it bubbling?" Jiang Shangxian smiled in an unkind way, shrinking his neck to watch the fun.

Jiang's mother rolled her eyes at her, stiffened her neck, and swallowed the meatball before she said smugly, "What can't I eat with my mouth? This thing has to be hot, and I have to blow on it while I eat it. What's the point of eating it if it's cold?"

"You made these meatballs too big, bigger than cow eyes. This stuff is good. Give them three or four each. They won't be able to eat much else." Jiang's mother made rapid progress. She had progressed from simply making money to knowing how to fill the stomachs of cattle and horses with the simplest food.

Jiang Shangxian was also greedy. He stuffed the strainer into Jiang's mother's hand, stepped aside, carefully picked up a piece, and took a bite. "Mom, this is the taste, even better than pork knuckle!"

As she spoke, hot white air gushed out of her mouth, burning her so much that she grimaced. Mother Jiang laughed at her, "Look at you like this..."

The door to the cafeteria was suddenly pushed open, and Wang Mingqian and his group filed in. Wang Leisheng shouted, shaking off the snow on his body: "Miss Jiang, is there anything we can eat? I'm so hungry that my stomach is thin!"

Huang Niangzi and Xu Niangzi saw their husbands coming and were very attentive: "My husband, this dish is not ready yet!"

"Not healed yet? I can smell it!" Wang Leisheng didn't believe it. He walked over and saw the braised pork slices and said, "Isn't it ready to eat? Eat whatever you have. Fill our stomachs first!"

They ran back and forth outside the city without even having breakfast. It was cold and they were all shivering with cold.

Seeing this, Jiang Shangxian stuffed the remaining vegetarian carrot meatball into his mouth and said vaguely, "Aliang, are you almost done with the steamed bun?"

"Okay, okay, it's ready now. It's still hot." Jiang's mother returned the colander to her and went to move the steamer herself.

People arrived before the time came, and the cafeteria became busy all of a sudden. Fortunately, there were not many dishes today, just braised pork slices, mutton soup, and vegetarian radish meatballs. The staple food was solid steamed buns. The only thing missing now was the vegetarian radish meatballs, but more than thirty of them had already been fried and taken out of the pot, so it was almost enough.

Wang Leisheng came with a tray to get his meal. He never stopped eating and complained to Jiang Shangxian non-stop: "I decided yesterday that I would have shredded chicken noodles for breakfast. A bowl of hot noodles would make me feel good in the morning, but I didn't expect to get a single bite. Oh, I'm really hungry..."

Jiang's mother was worried about getting a refund for her amulet. While serving him food, she inquired, "Wang Sizhi, did you find any money when you went searching? He tricked me into buying five amulets, and they cost me a full 150 coins!"

That’s right, the real reason why Jiang’s mother decided to buy the amulet from Qingxuan was that the price was low enough, only thirty cents each, which was cheaper than usual. She was so happy at the time and felt that she had gotten a great bargain.

Wang Leisheng knew that this was someone who shared the same suffering as him, but Qingxuan was so poor that he only had a few copper coins left. How could he afford to compensate her?

"Madam Jiang, it's only eight cents, and he found it in his own purse. If you want him to compensate you, I'm afraid it's impossible."

He had spent seven strings of cash on the talisman, so if he could get compensation, he'd be happy with it! But Qingxuan, the prodigal son, went to the ghost market that very night to buy this ink after earning the money, and then spent all the remaining money on a lavish feast.

Now Qingxuan's most valuable possessions are his inks, but who wants them? Even if they want them, can Cui Bianxu give them to them?

When Jiang's mother found out that he had been cheated out of seven strings of cash, she gasped and immediately felt better. How much had she lost?

"It has to be you, Wang Sizhi. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to sleep at night with these seven strings of cash."