Five sausages

Five sausages

Last night, I was thinking about eating fat sausages. Now, in the north, buying a raw material doesn't matter. Several meat shops were asked today, one of them saying there was a fresh sausage at 2:00 p.m. After lunch, it was cold at about 0 degrees, walking to buy pig intestines. Because he's afraid of hotness, he doesn't make spicy, he makes five sausages at night, he puts a bag in his sister's pocket, and the two kids go out and eat it. It's a pity there's no high pressure pot, there's only one electromagnetic furnace, not soft enough。