The milk is thin, even if it is boiled, it cannot become hard.

"Milk and sugar are nothing unusual, but if you have them, you can make many things that couldn't be made before." Ji Wei showed the gelatin that had not yet solidified completely to Lin Yaozu.

Even if he is as knowledgeable as he is, he cannot see what gelatin is. It smells a little weird.

"What is gelatin?"

"It's a sort of stabilizer, not just eaten, but if you put it in a liquid, it solidifies."

"So amazing? Can you sell me some?"

The production steps of gelatin are cumbersome and time-consuming. In addition, it has to be used every day in the future. Ji Weike did not intend to make a pot every three days, and firmly rejected Lin Yaozu.

That being the case, Lin Yaozu got up and said goodbye.

This is Ji Wei's first big client. He sent him all the way out of Xixiang before planning to turn back. But after a few steps, he felt that this was worth celebrating, so he went to the West Alley to find the butcher.

Generally, people only buy pork once every ten days and a half, but since Ji Wei made money, he would buy pork every three days, but he was an acquaintance in front of the butcher. As soon as he came, the butcher greeted him warmly.

"What else do you want? But it's getting late, and the good meat is basically sold out. There are still some leftovers. If you don't like it, I'll be cheaper?" The butcher laid out the rest of the pork in front of Ji Wei. , Sure enough, as he said, they are all bits and pieces, some fat and some thin.

"If you don't come, I plan to take it home and eat it myself."

"That's it?" Ji Wei was not very satisfied, although it was indeed a little late, but it was always good meat to celebrate, and it was fine on weekdays, and it looked a little shabby now.

"No matter how good it is, there are only some pigs left in the water."

"Take it and see."

The smell of pig water is so strong that almost no one wants to buy it. No one is as rich as a butcher who throws pigs into the water for dogs to eat.

In any case, pigs are still considered pork, and they always cost money.

But if Ji Wei wanted to buy it, the butcher didn't think there was anything.

Bones, pig skins, etc., are not as strange as this pig going into the water?

The butcher poured the pig water from the bucket on the table, including the tongue, pig ears, large intestine, liver, etc., all of which were sticky and piled together, which looked rather unappetizing.

Even the butcher was somewhat disgusted.

Ji Wei flipped through it with interest and nodded with satisfaction, "Then let's have it all."

"Pig water or these leftovers?" The butcher was a little dumbfounded. These fishy and stinky water, does this kid surnamed Ji really want it?

"Everything, including leftovers, how about forty wen?" If you really want to weigh it, it will add up to five or six pounds. But no one wants it, and the price is very cheap.

Forty wen is not much, but for this kind of meat, the butcher was very satisfied, he agreed again and again, and packed it all in a cloth bag and handed it to Ji Wei.

"What do you want next time, come again, tell me in advance, I'll keep it for you." The butcher reluctantly watched Ji Wei go away, beckoning and shouting.

On the way home, Ji Wei passed a grocery store and bought a lot of spices. Although he didn't buy Qi Shisanxiang, he bought a large bag of basic peppercorns, star anise, bay leaves, dried tangerine peel, cinnamon, and rock sugar.

There are two best ways to talk about these bizarre scraps. One is fried, and the other is marinated. However, the former is too oil-intensive, and it is far less convenient than brine to cover the taste of a lot of pig water.

When enough spice goes down, the odor will naturally be covered.

Ji Wei hummed a song and went back, her hands full of ingredients, but Liu Yimian was not surprised. Until Ji Wei asked him to clean the materials, he saw that most of the bags of pigs went into the water, and he was smoked by the smell, and suddenly had the faint idea of ​​nausea.

Perhaps he is ignorant, what kind of delicious food can this kind of thing make?

However, Liu Yimian was deeply fascinated by Ji Wei, especially his pair of hands that could turn corruption into magic. Even the impossible, he can do it.

Therefore, this time Liu Yimian didn't ask Ji Wei again, but endured the nausea and silently cleaned the pig into the water again and again.

Ji Wei picked out the pig's small intestine from a pile of pig water, rinsed it with water and rubbed it several times to wash off the mucus on the surface. Then cut the small intestine into several sections, pinch one end of the small intestine, pour water into it, add salt and rub repeatedly. Then turn the other side of the small intestine out, rinse it clean after repeated several times, and finally tear off the white film of the small intestine epidermis.

This is the casing.

Most of the leftovers are lean meat, and there is also a small amount of fatty meat. Ji Wei mixed it into one piece and chopped it all into minced meat. He peeled and diced a sweet potato and mixed it with the minced meat. After adding minced ginger and pepper, he seasoned the pork. Mo covered it aside, waiting for the marinade to taste good, then ran to the well to help Liu Yimian.

At this moment, Liu Yimian was holding her breath, fighting against the softly trodden pig into the water as if facing an enemy. The whole face was full of resistance.

Ji Wei ran up to him to see, and burst out laughing.

"Mianmian, it's just some water, I'll scare you."

"It's hard to do it just by going into the water." Liu Yimian muttered softly, glanced at Ji Yiyi, gritted her teeth and continued to rub and wash the pig's large intestine.

Watching the clear water turn to a dirty color, Liu Yimian secretly vowed: No matter what Brother Ji makes, he will never eat it!

"Have you finished washing?" Ji Wei suppressed her voice, squatted beside Liu Yimian with a smile, and looked at him with her head tilted. The more I looked at it, the more I felt that Liu Yimian, who was obviously unwilling but had to do it, was so amusing.

"Come on, the large intestine will be washed."

"But you have to wash it carefully. If you don't wash it, it will still taste like it." Ji Wei joked, and Liu Yimian's face suddenly changed, and he increased his strength to scrub the large intestine.

"Okay, alright, your intestines are about to smash, let me do it." Ji Wei pinched the tip of Liu Yimian's nose, drained the pig's water, and carried the basin to the house.

Liu Yimian raised her hand, sniffed it close to her nose, and ran to look for pancreas in disgust.

The author has something to say: ah, I don't want to watch the main theme of the hero of fire anymore, I almost fainted from crying during the whole process_(:з"∠)_ Hate the old girl, hammer the dog's head