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Hearing the singing in Jingjing City, Old Vine happily went over, but returned shortly with a disappointed expression. The singer was a man, devoid of any demonic aura, frail and sickly, with skin so thin it was almost translucent, resembling fragile crystal. His steps were soft and unsteady.
How could a demon be as fragile as him? He certainly wasn't one of my kind.
As for his singing, it was indeed enchanting; even I found myself immersed in it, nearly unable to pull away. At this moment, more and more people gathered to listen to him. His appearance was captivating, and coupled with that heart-wrenching sense of fragility, the number of women among his audience grew. When I returned, I noticed even more women rushing toward him.
That sense of fragility? Where did I learn that term?
I overheard it. Don't be fooled by those women's outward composure; when there are no outsiders around, they speak without restraint, full of bold words. If only Xiaoxiao were here; my teachings would surpass those of any noble lady.
Ignoring Old Vine's boasting, even though he repeatedly assured me that the man bore no trace of Evil Spirits, Sang Qingxiao remained skeptical and advised him to keep an eye on the situation.
In November, as the month drew to a close, we chose a sunny day to prepare our winter cured meats. Whole chickens and ducks, whole fish, ribs, and slabs of pork were marinated with salt, spices, and white wine before being air-dried.
The backyard was filled with strings of cured meats hanging from bamboo poles. Cured chicken and duck were delicious when steamed alongside rice. Cured fish needed to be stir-fried with garlic, ginger, and chili; just before serving, a sprinkle of sugar added a delightful surprise amidst the spicy flavors.
Cured ribs were best for stewing; simmering them in plain water for half an hour would cause the meat to separate from the bone with just a gentle tug. After satisfying my cravings, I would leave half a pot of soup and ribs to continue cooking with vegetables, creating a new depth of flavor.
As for the cured pork belly, it was first fried until it released its rich oil. Then combined with chopped garlic sprouts over high heat, the sizzling sounds filled the air as they melded together. The aroma of oil, garlic, and meat mixed beautifully with steaming rice; just one bite made me crave more.
Among all the cured meats prepared, sausages were made in the largest quantity. With most of the fresh pork used up, I aimed to make enough to sell at Small Tavern. I only adjusted two flavors: sweet-salty and spicy, each at different prices. The pricier version was made using Yue Hao's wine. Sang Qingxiao had merely intended to experiment but ended up surprising herself with the results. Huo Qi insisted she shouldn't sell them and even pulled out the accounting book from Small Tavern to add another entry.
Your son has already given me a heads-up; if you want to buy something, you must first get his approval.
Are you worried my unfilial son won't give you money? He won't give anyone money.
He indeed wouldn't give me money; however, business doesn't work that way. He is my major client; when it comes to spending lavishly, I stand on his side.
Besides, buying sausages is just a fleeting whim; you have plenty prepared at home. You can eat whenever you want—why hoard them?
After much persuasion to calm Huo Qi down, I turned around to see Silly Beast squatting beneath the drying sausages. He seemed oblivious to his sore legs as he focused intently on waiting for a drop of oil to fall from the sun-dried meat. Silly Beast even stuck out his tongue in an attempt to catch it.
In the end, he was thwarted as Misha pulled him back and told him he couldn't eat that.
She handed him a piece from our previous stock instead. Silly Beast enjoyed it but remarked while savoring it that it wasn't quite the same—the ones on the rack tasted better!
Sang Qingxiao understood his meaning.
Having crafted it with his own hands and witnessed the transformation of the sausages under the sunlight, the long wait of half a month had infused the sausages with his full expectations, making them truly special.
After the first batch of sausages was made, Sang Qingxiao let Silly Beast take the first bite. Silly Beast was overjoyed all day, telling everyone that the sausages he made were the best!
The Small Tavern finally introduced new items: Claypot Rice with Preserved Meats and Cold Cut Sausage.
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