Little Life on An American Ranch

Zhao Changshan watched as the bull was hoisted up and dragged directly into the carriage, and then a staff member who was completely wrapped up closed the carriage door with a snap.

"Jian Heng, how long do you think they slaughtered a cow?" Zhao Changshan had never seen such a way of slaughtering a cow before, and he was very curious. If it wasn't for the fact that they were not allowed to enter, he would have wanted to go in and have a look.

"It will take about half an hour." Jian Heng thought for a while and said.

The service charge for this car’s door-to-door cattle slaughter is not cheap. Of course, it’s cheaper to go to the production line of the slaughterhouse, but if you send it to the slaughterhouse, you have to go to the slaughterhouse to buy it. Who knows if you’re buying your own cattle or not? Door-to-door service It may be more expensive, but there is always a reason for being expensive.

Hearing Jian Heng's words, Mai Mai looked contemptuously at Jian Heng from the corner of his eye: "Don't talk if you don't know!"

"You know, then you say it," Jian Heng said with a smile.

"Twelve minutes at most." After Xiaomai finished speaking, he looked at the watch in his hand: "If you don't believe me, look at the watch. Let's make another bet. If you lose, there will be Taylor Swift's concert next month. The loser will buy the ticket." ".

"Believe it, what do you not believe, besides, I don't watch any concerts, and I'm not a fan of Swift." Jian Heng has no interest in arguing with her, let alone betting with her. Originally, he said it casually. There is no way to gamble.

Besides, sooner or later, don't you have to stand here and wait? Of course, it would be better to finish the slaughter earlier. After driving the cattle for several hours, the hard-working people are also tired. Now Jian Heng feels a little sleepy.

Everyone stood outside and waited for less than ten minutes, the door opened, a whole cow went in, and two pieces of meat without a head were slowly pushed out along the rails inside the car.

I have to say that the two pieces of meat are very clean, and the entire surface is smooth with almost no cow hair attached.

This speed couldn't help but make Zhao Changshan sigh and say: "My God, it's really fast, it's nothing more than Paodingjieniu".

"The beef intestines you want, and some internal organs!" The staff wrapped up all over brought an impermeable iron basin to the edge of the carriage.

As soon as Zhao Changshan heard that the cow's offal came, he waved his hand immediately: "Xiaowei!"

Zhao Wei immediately walked over with a red plastic power, took the basin off the carriage, poured the viscera into the bucket, and returned the iron basin when it was done.

Unloaded two beefs, then watched the hook hook another cow into the ground,

Two times like this, just now there were three bulls, but in less than an hour, it has become six pieces of beef.

After the delivery was over, Jian Heng handed over a check, and the slaughtering truck slowly left the pasture.

"It's a pity, the bull's head was not kept!" Zhao Changshan said a little dissatisfied as he watched the slaughter truck slowly drive away.

Jian Heng said: "Forget it, I still worry about having so much meat!"

"Yeah, when will this be eaten!" Zhang Jialiang is sitting on the fence of the porch, looking at the six beef on the horse tie in front of the house, and said with a sad face.

Don't talk about him, Damai and Wheat now also have a troubled face, let's put it this way, among the group of people, the only one who is smiling now is Huang Xiaodong, this kid seems to be never tired of eating beef.

Zhao Changshan said: "There is no need to worry, let's make beef jerky!"

"You still make beef jerky?"

Jian Hengxin said: You, a cook with no rank at all, can also make beef jerky?

Not only Jian Heng, but even his nephew Zhao Wei didn't believe it. He was stunned for a while and asked, "Uncle, is the beef jerky you're talking about the spiced one? It can be kept for a long time, and it tastes..." .

Snapped!

Before Zhao Wei finished speaking, Zhao Changshan slapped the back of his head directly: "Is there anything else for beef jerky? Of course it is that kind of beef jerky, but I don't make spiced ones, I make spicy ones!"

"I think it's better to use the beef in the refrigerator first, and let the beef cool down here overnight." Jian Heng thought for a while and said.

Freshly slaughtered beef is not delicious, because the whole body of the cow is stiff when it dies, and the lactic acid in the muscle accumulates, so the beef at this time is not delicious. It is delicious to wait for the lactic acid to dissipate. Also tender.

Zhao Changshan didn't care whether to use the beef in the refrigerator or the slaughtered beef. He nodded immediately when he heard what Jian Heng said, and then mobilized his staff to start work immediately.

So the poor Huang Xiaodong and Zhao Wei were sent around by envoys and began to make preparations non-stop.

"Xiaodong, go chop firewood, Zhao Wei, go and roll over the big oil barrel behind the house, and then go to the house and get out the pot I bought. I bought such a big pot and it finally came in handy this time... ..." Zhao Changshan rolled up his sleeves with interest as he spoke, like a general about to go to battle.

Damai and Maimai heard Zhao Changshan's talk, and there were no two of them, so they asked at the same time: "How can we help?"

"It's nothing to you. You've been busy for a day. Go back to bed early. You still have work to do tomorrow." Zhao Changshan was very polite to Barley and Wheat.

Jian Heng saw that both Barley and Mai had asked, and he was too embarrassed to say that I was going to bed, so he opened his mouth and asked, "Do you want me to help?"

"Go and cook some ingredients for me!" Zhao Changshan said.

"Fried ingredients?" Jian Heng didn't think that he still had something to do, so he asked one more question.

Zhao Changshan hummed first, and then said: "As for the stir-fried ingredients, it's very simple, a few things, Chinese prickly ash, dried chili... Forget it, I'll make it for you, I hope you can't grasp the portion."

After speaking, he stepped forward and went straight into the house.

Jian Heng had no choice but to follow him into the kitchen. When he arrived in the kitchen, he watched Zhao Changshan busy, holding ingredients in large and small jars, making a small pile of fragrant leaves and aniseed ingredients.

"Stir-fry first when the fire starts, and be careful not to let the ingredients inside stop, otherwise some of them will be over-fried, and some will not taste good..." Zhao Changshan said while demonstrating by himself.

Jian Heng saw that this thing needs a little skill, the pot is turned over and over in its hands, and the material inside can not fall out, but Jian Heng felt that he must not be able to do it, so he asked Zhao Changshan: " Do you think I did the job?"

Zhao Changshan turned his head and glanced at Jian Heng, and opened his mouth to say that you can't turn the pot, but before he could say it, he remembered that Jian Heng had never been to the New Oriental Chef School, so he scratched his head: "I will give this to you. Forget, you really can’t do this job!”

After finishing speaking, he didn't even stop breathing, and shouted directly to the outside: "Zhao Wei, is the bucket ready?"

"Right away! Give me another minute!" Zhao Wei's voice came over immediately.

Zhao Changshan scolded loudly: "It takes so long to roll a bucket, it's not slow to eat!"

Feeling that there was nothing wrong with him, Jian Heng simply turned around and left the house.

"Why don't you go back?" Jian Heng couldn't help asking when he saw Zhang Jialiang was still sitting on the railing of the gallery, and Da Mai and Mai were also leaning on the railing, looking like they were watching the excitement.

"Watch Zhao make beef jerky!" The two sisters explained in unison.

The two sisters literally expressed Jian Heng's heartfelt feelings, so they watched it together.

Zhao Changshan asked Zhao Wei to stir fry the ingredients, while he moved the table outside. He used the microwave to defrost the beef in the refrigerator, and at the same time took the refrigerated ones to the outside table and cut them into squares of about five centimeters. strip.

All the beef was turned into strips, and Zhao Changshan started to show off his knife skills in the next step. The original strips of beef were cut into very thin slices by him, with a thickness of two to three millimeters.

With the eyesight of the onlookers, it is obvious that they cannot tell the difference between the thickness and the thickness, as they all seem to be the same thickness.

You see, he was spoiled, the knife danced in his hand like a fluttering butterfly, he didn't seem to be cooking, he seemed to be performing, as if there was a spotlight on his forehead now.

Clap clap!

Where has Barley and Wheat ever seen such a scene? The knife skills of a western chef are almost all that is left to change the knife. It is not like a Chinese chef who can walk around the world with a kitchen knife. It is estimated that if they see a Chinese chef cutting potato shreds, everything It is estimated that more than ten kilograms is shocking.

"Thank you, thank you!" Zhao Changshan accepted the compliments from Barley and Wheat with a smile.

Zhao Changshan has cut the beef slices here, while Huang Xiaodong has chopped firewood over there and lit a fire in the bucket.

In a blink of an eye, the pot as big as a bathtub was put on the bucket, and it was quickly heated up under the urging of dry wood and raging fire.

The next step is to boil the beef in water. There is nothing to say, just add water and ingredients and cook the beef like this.

After the first batch of beef is cooked, take it out of the pot, let it cool down, and dry the water outside, then put it back into the pot. At this time, the pot is hot, and there is no oil or water in it. Just put the cooked beef slices in and fry.

At this moment, Zhao Changshan had the pot edge in one hand and the ladle in the other. At first, he just poked the cauldron a few times from time to time, and the more time passed, the faster he poked it. It took him about seven or eight minutes before he lifted the cauldron off the fire.

"Okay!" Zhao Changshan felt that the water in the beef was completely forced out, so he yelled, and poured the beef in the pot into the iron basin that had been prepared earlier.

As soon as he heard that it was ready, Jian Heng, who couldn't hold back for a long time, was ready to pinch a piece and taste it.

Zhao Changshan immediately reached out his hand to stop Jian Heng: "It's too hot, wait a while!".

Just wait, after waiting for about two or three minutes, Jian Heng pinched a piece and put it in his mouth to chew, chewing and savoring the taste.

"It's not delicious!" Jian Heng came to a conclusion after taking a few bites.

"Hmm!" Zhao Changshan couldn't believe it, he took a piece and put it in his mouth, chewing and saying, "How could it not taste good! Bah!"

After finishing speaking, this man directly spit out the beef in his mouth: "I haven't done it for a long time, I used sugar as salt, so I put too much sugar!"

Hearing what he said, countless black lines immediately hung on Jian Heng's forehead: "Can you be more sloppy? You still call yourself a chef!"

"Uncle, when did you do this?"

"When I was an apprentice," Zhao Changshan said without thinking.

When everyone heard that he had done it during his apprenticeship, they immediately understood that this guy had made beef jerky at least twenty years ago.

"It's not a waste! It can be eaten by Denver, but it doesn't have any taste." After Zhao Changshan said happily, he yelled at Zhao Wei, asking him to go into the house and take out the salt.

Zhao Wei was asked to go to work, but he himself took a piece of beef jerky and walked to the side of the little white lion Denver, squatting down with a smile on his face: "Denver! Beef jerky, beef jerky, eat, eat !"

Denver looked at Zhao Changshan, and seemed to think that his smile was okay, so he stretched out his head and sniffed the beef jerky in his hand.

While Denver was sniffing, Zhao Changshan directly stuffed the beef jerky into Denver's mouth.

Denver took a few bites, and then spit out the beef jerky just like Zhao Changshan did just now. It didn't count if he spit out a mouthful, but he even spit out a few more mouthfuls.

"Forget it, keep these as souvenirs when you go home during the Spring Festival!" Jian Heng said to Zhao Changshan

At first, I saw that his appearance was very impressive, and I thought that even if the beef jerky he made was not outstanding, he could still eat it. Although he explained that there is no salt, but even if there is salt in this taste, it probably won't taste much better.

Jian Heng didn't wait any longer, just patted his butt, turned around and went back to the house to sleep.

Jian Heng didn't know if others waited. Anyway, Jian Heng fell asleep in an instant from the moment he lay on the bed, and didn't open his eyes until the next day when it was bright.

When Jian Heng got up, he found that Zhao Changshan's master and apprentice had just finished work.

"Did you work all night?" Jian Heng asked in surprise.

"Well, I think I'll finish it soon, and go to New York today to buy chickens and pigs." Zhao Changshan said and handed over a piece of beef jerky: "Try it!"

"Hmm! Not bad!" Jian Heng took a bite of this, and suddenly felt that it tasted right: "It's much more delicious than the beef jerky I ate in China before."

"Do you think all you eat is beef?" Zhao Changshan smiled and said, "This taste is real beef."

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