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Chapter 114 A Feast for the Senses
Chapter 114 A Feast for the Senses
In rural areas, people rarely eat mutton offal soup.
Shops selling mutton offal are usually located in towns, making it inconvenient to get there.
If you cook it yourself, you can't quite replicate the taste of the restaurant's version, so people tend to prefer eating lamb directly.
But that doesn't mean people don't like lamb offal soup. Almost no one would refuse a bowl of fragrant lamb offal soup.
After the mutton offal was served, another burner hole in the earthen stove was left empty.
Lu Yuan ladled out the remaining soup, quickly washed the pot, and started stir-frying the water chestnut and gluten stew.
Braised gluten is actually not a very common dish, because it requires a lot of oil to fry the gluten, which most families are reluctant to do.
Unless it's a holiday or special occasion requiring a large amount of fried food, I'll only fry a little bit.
Lu Yuan cooked this simple vegetarian dish in just a few minutes.
When he served the braised zucchini and gluten, he noticed that everyone had already finished half of their mutton offal soup.
He immediately returned to the kitchen and began making meatball soup.
For the same reason as the previous dish, this is also a dish that people rarely eat.
Meatball soup is also quick to make; once the soup boils, sprinkle with garlic sprouts and cilantro and it's ready to serve.
While the soup was boiling, Lu Yuan arranged the braised beef slices on a plate and then opened the canned yellow peaches containing the sauce.
Then quickly drizzle the sauce around the edges, add a little green pepper and cilantro, and quickly stir to mix well.
When it came to family meals, Lu Yuan didn't bother with fancy plating; instead, he served two large platters full of beef.
When the cold beef salad was served, everyone stared in amazement.
You know, beef is the most expensive of all poultry and livestock, so how could we usually indulge in eating meat like that?
Seeing that everyone was hesitant to start eating, Lu Yuan picked up his chopsticks and placed a large spoonful of meat on Zhuangzhuang's and Longlong's plates, saying, "Eat up! There will be other dishes later, don't just stand there!"
After Lu Yuan finished speaking, everyone started picking up beef and eating. The moment the beef entered their mouths, their eyes lit up.
This tastes better than a traditional rural banquet!
It's worth noting that for many rural people, the only way to eat cold beef salad is at a large banquet.
But Lu Yuan's cold beef salad today is clearly far superior to the grand banquet.
Eating a piece of meat at a grand banquet requires frantic positioning and quick action.
Even so, being able to eat two slices is definitely considered quite agile.
Even if we cook at home, we have to share it with our siblings; there's never enough to eat.
But today, Lu Yuan served two full plates of cold beef salad, piled up like a mountain.
After each person took a bite, there was still more than half a plate left!
This isn't beef anymore; it's a pile of rice and noodles that Pigsy (Zhu Bajie) devours! There's simply too much to eat!
The most interesting thing is that after finishing the beef, you look down and find that there is still half a bowl of lamb offal left in the bowl. How can you argue with that?
When Lu Yuan returned to the kitchen, the meatball soup had already boiled.
He found a large basin, poured everything in, and then sprinkled it with plenty of garlic sprouts and cilantro, adding a refreshing aroma to the fragrant courtyard.
Lu Yuan didn't rush to serve it; instead, he took out another bag of fried dough cakes from the bag.
Judging from everyone's appetite, Lu Yuan realized that one bowl of mutton offal noodles was not enough.
But the noodles weren't enough, so he simply brought out the fried dough as a main dish, which was also delicious when soaked in the meatball soup.
For the relatives sitting or squatting around the low table, it was one problem after another.
Before they had even finished their beef, Lu Yuan brought over some meatball soup, leaving everyone wondering what to eat next!
But this wasn't the end of it; the stir-fried lamb was almost done stewing.
Lu Yuan added the glass noodles, garlic sprouts, and green peppers to the pot and began the final touches.
Once the glass noodles turned the same color as the lamb, the dish was finally ready to be served.
As the signature dish of the Lu family cuisine, Lu Yuanduan completely overshadowed all other dishes when it was served.
The aroma of caramelized meat, freshness, and savory meat—each flavor proclaims the kingly status of stir-fried lamb.
A huge bowl, more than the two plates of beef combined, was placed in the middle of the low table, proudly steaming.
Upon seeing this, the uncle, who had been leisurely eating mutton offal in the corner, suddenly stood up.
His initial weakness and helplessness gradually built up until, at its peak, his voice, brimming with indignation, finally rang out: "This is the dish! I told you all before, Xiao Yuan's stir-fried lamb is the best! Now you believe me, right?!"
Without Lu Yuan needing to be modest, everyone instinctively picked up the rosy lamb and stuffed it into their mouths.
In an instant, that indescribable fragrance filled my mouth and rushed straight to my brain.
Although every household in Weijia Village raises sheep, they rarely eat mutton.
After all, sheep are raised to make money, not to eat meat themselves.
They never imagined lamb could taste so good, so good that even if someone slapped them 361 times, they wouldn't let go!
After cooking several dishes, Lu Yuan felt a bit hot, so he simply sat on the kitchen threshold and ate some watermelon.
He noticed that Miaomiao, the little bean sprout, had picked up a pair of chopsticks at some point, was leaning over the low table, and was eating a piece of lamb with her mouth full of oil.
Next to Miaomiao were Zhuangzhuang and Longlong, who were also seriously eating meat. Beside the two brothers were the Wei family's sisters, and next to them were the men squatting.
Lu Yuan was a little stunned by the way everyone was eating meat so earnestly.
He recalled a highly discussed post on the internet from later years: Why were people so happy when they had nothing?
The answer to this question is right before our eyes. When desires are easily satisfied and life is full of surprises, how can anyone be unhappy?
That's the most endearing thing about this era.
After a whirlwind of activity, everyone leaned back in their chairs, satisfied, savoring the amazing dishes.
As the eldest daughter, Wei Yinghong sat next to her maternal grandfather, smiling as she watched her family members' satisfied expressions.
Suddenly, she asked her grandfather, "Dad, what do you think of the lamb offal soup?"
Grandpa wiped the oil off his beard, smacked his lips, and said, "This tastes amazing!"
"What do you think?" Wei Yinghong then turned her gaze to her second aunt and youngest aunt.
Second Aunt and Little Aunt immediately nodded in agreement. Little Aunt said, "I ate it once with Miao Miao's dad when we went to the market. The taste is nothing like Xiao Yuan's. But the place was always packed with people."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Second Aunt chimed in, "My sister-in-law and I wanted to go eat there once, but we couldn't even squeeze in. I stood in front of that big pot and smelled it, and it had a foul odor."
After hearing her sisters' answers, Wei Yinghong didn't respond. Instead, she turned to her two brothers-in-law who were squatting down and asked, "What about you two? Are you getting used to the food?"
The two brothers-in-law were terrified of this eldest sister, nodding their heads like they were pounding garlic.
Then Wei Yinghong asked, "Since everyone thinks Xiaoyuan's lamb offal soup is delicious, how about we open a shop in town?"
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