It's another farmer's way of eating, and it's a long-standing taste. Today we're going to make a cold meal with a scab to remember the beauty of memory. Once upon a time, the family bought pig bones and then added a pot of water to make meat and soup. It's meat, but it's the piece of meat on the bone, but it's so beautiful. Sometimes I think about why I eat ribs. It's the most beautiful flesh near bones. The bone-picking home will be used for stew or cold food, and the bone-picking flesh will be thrown into the pot to make soup. A pot of good bone soup is of great use: stew, noodles, or onions in the bowl, fragrances, and warm and warm, which is very fresh。
Why do you think it's home-grown? That's because Dad came from his home last month to take a summer break and now digs it out of the bamboo forest at his brother-in-law's house. The brother-in-law's house is located at the Dowberg Camp, under which a bamboo forest is planted, with a large row of plumes and other fruit trees. There are a few dishes on the side of the bamboo forest, and the brother-in-law has grown a lot of herbal vegetables, green and green, for his own family. It's a river not far away, and his father goes fishing for shrimp every summer. All of this will soon disappear, as plans are made for the two new areas of Chongqing, all the inhabitants, to move out and make way for the development of the city. Dad's power is limited. He only moved three bamboo. Don't underestimate the three. It's a dozen pounds. Three large, small, can't eat a meal, so they wash the spasms, cut them into thick pieces of the right size, water them, split them at the rate of each meal, and put them in a bag and freeze them in the fridge. When you eat it, you can cook it in the pot。