Mao Fangfei picked the chicken skin neatly, and even the hair and skin were removed. She cut her stomach with a knife, and the internal organs and intestines fell out, steaming hot.

"There are also relatively fresh corpses. The food in the stomach has not been digested. The meat is still meat, and the wine is still wine. My master said that before, the conditions were poor and they couldn't afford meat, so they made out the meat, washed it and steamed it, and could also make a bowl of braised pork. By the way, the braised pork you made last night is quite similar to mom."

Mao Fangfei told the story with a erotic look, and used the vivid adjective, "The color is similar, light brown, not enough coloring. Mom, you always don't use rock sugar to color. The essence of braised pork is coloring. To be honest, the braised pork you made is worse than the appearance I made from the dead belly."

Fang's mother's face was as green as spinach. She rarely cooked a large bowl of braised pork last night. There was more fat and less lean meat. For Fang's mother who was picking the rope, such a bowl of meat was already very generous. Of course, it was not for Mao Fangfei to eat, but for Fang Yanming. No matter what, Fang's mother still felt sorry for her own son.

However, Fang Yanming didn't give her face, so she didn't get the chopsticks after eating only a small piece. Fang Yanming went outside to vomit that small piece, and the color, fragrance and taste were not the same. Fang Yanming, who was used to eating the exquisite food in Pingjiang, could not adapt to his rough cooking style.

Whether he went to his mother-in-law's house or to his friend's house, the dishes that people in Pingjiang treat guests are very exquisite, with many varieties and small portions, which truly interprets the color, fragrance and taste. Not only does it look beautiful, but it is also beautiful when eating. Fang Yanming went to Pingjiang for the first time and felt that the locals were stingy. A plate of dishes was just two chopsticks, and he was not satisfied with the gap between his teeth. But after a long time, he got used to it, and even he was like this, and he was not very adapted to the rough style of his hometown.

It's okay to be rough, but Fang's mother's cooking skills are really not satisfactory. Not to mention the sloppy taste, the taste is hard to describe. Fang Yanming, who grew up eating these foods, couldn't accept it, let alone Mao Fangfei, she couldn't eat it in one bite.

The taste was not as good as she could bear, but Fang's mother's sloppyness really made her feel disgusted.

Once, she saw Fang’s mother kneading noodles in the kitchen, and halfway through the mix, then wiped a few handfuls on her apron, and continued to knead the noodles without washing her hands. The noodles ended up splashing noodles with oil at night, and the Fang family ate them with relish.

When Mao Fangfei saw those noodles, she remembered Fang's mother's nose blowing. She couldn't eat it, but she was full when she saw it.

The angry Mao Fangfei, no matter what kind of seniority, was clearly distinguished by the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, intestines and stomach, and clearly divided the heart, liver, liver, lungs, intestines and stomach, and put them in pots, and there was still heat on the internal organs, which made the Fang family tremble.

"The hair must be scalded and pulled out when boiled, and the skin must be kept." Chuntao mustered up the courage and said.

It was a pity to see Mao Fangfei throwing away such skins. She finally slaughtered a chicken to eat, and she couldn't even bear to throw away the chicken's butt, let alone the delicious chicken skin.

Mao Fangfei kept her hands and didn't raise her head, and said coldly: "I can only peel it, otherwise you will pull the hair."

Chuntao immediately shut up. When did she pull dozens of chickens and ducks? Anyway, it was not her chickens and ducks. If it was wasted, she would not feel sorry for her.

"Stop it, oh hey... why did my family marry you, a prodigal girl? My chickens... they are laying laying chickens... the ducks are laying eggs, and they are all letting you get rid of them... you... you... you... you can't lay eggs yourself, but you are here to harm my chickens and ducks. You are not kind!"
Chapter completed!