100: Spicy Pig Intestine Noodles (I)

"Fired? I actually got fired?!"

Li Zhenni's eyes reddened with grievance.

But, being strong-willed, she ultimately didn't shed any tears. Instead, she gritted her teeth and said bitterly,

"Hmph, if this place doesn't want me, there are plenty of other places that will! I'll go to the Talent Market to find a job in a couple of days!"

She abruptly pulled the blanket over her head, ready to continue her dream.

But after a few seconds, she quickly got up and turned off the air conditioner.

After all, she was jobless now, so she had to save on electricity.

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Lu Chuan and He Jingrui descended the mountain, arriving at its foot.

Behind them, the large wild boar, named Xiao Hei, bid them a "reluctant" farewell.

"Xiao Hei, thanks to you, I was able to find suitable materials so quickly. You're truly amazing!"

Lu Chuan happily patted Xiao Hei.

After half a day together, Xiao Hei already knew who the boss was and no longer dared to act aggressively towards Lu Chuan.

"Hmph hmph hmph."

It nuzzled Lu Chuan ingratiatingly and then snorted.

Seeing this, He Jingrui felt a pang of jealousy.

It was his mount, yet it was acting spoiled with Lu Chuan.

So, he quickly pulled Lu Chuan into the car, then waved to Xiao Hei as a farewell, and sped off.

Half an hour later, Lu Chuan and He Jingrui returned home.

"Let's get started, let's get started!"

Lu Chuan excitedly poured out the purple-gold plant from his back basket, then put on gloves, glasses, and a mask. After cleaning the plant, he began to extract its juice.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

He Jingrui, who had initially been watching from the side, was immediately choked by the intensely spicy smell and started coughing.

Lu Chuan looked at He Jingrui with the gaze one would reserve for an idiot.

"Didn't you see I was fully geared up? And you still dared to come closer? You're truly brave! Milk can relieve spiciness, go get some from the fridge yourself."

"Cough, cough, cough... Okay, cough, cough..."

He Jingrui scurried into the house, rummaged in the fridge for several cartons of milk, and drank them down. Only then did his throat feel much better.

"What kind of plant is this? It's incredibly spicy!"

After recovering, He Jingrui clicked his tongue in amazement but didn't dare to get closer again.

Lu Chuan carefully filtered the extracted juice several times with white gauze until not a single impurity could be seen, then nodded with satisfaction.

Hearing He Jingrui's words, he turned and said,

"I don't know either, but I have a hunch that adding this plant juice to a red soup, compounded with different chilies like Erjingtiao, Bullet Head, and Shizhu Red, will make the overall spiciness richer in layers and more impactful!"

He Jingrui, who knew nothing about cooking, listened to Lu Chuan speak so eloquently and couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration.

At this moment, Lu Chuan suddenly looked at He Jingrui again, then suddenly started laughing, though his smile was somewhat mischievous.

"By the way, you seem to be quite good at eating spicy food, right?"

He Jingrui, caught off guard by the question, suspected no trickery and immediately puffed out his chest proudly.

"A Chuan, you have good taste. Although my ancestral home is in Western Guangdong, I have a Sichuan and Chongqing stomach. I never find things spicy, only not spicy enough!"

Lu Chuan saw He Jingrui's goldfish-like memory, completely forgetting that he had just been so spicy he'd chugged milk. He laughed even harder and couldn't help but give He Jingrui a big thumbs up.

"Oh, really? Then you're the best!"

He Jingrui, rarely praised by Lu Chuan, suddenly felt a bit embarrassed, laughing and scratching his head.

Lu Chuan's laughter grew even more enthusiastic. He quickly clapped his hands and said happily,

"In that case, the task of taste-testing will be yours later!"

Seeing such a good opportunity, He Jingrui was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, yes! I love taste-testing!"

Hearing this, Lu Chuan immediately took three steps in two, grabbing He Jingrui's hands.

"Good, good, good, it's settled then!"

Then he eagerly pulled He Jingrui and darted into the workshop.

He Jingrui was somewhat surprised, thinking they were starting the taste-testing now. He quickly twitched his nose but didn't smell any food aroma.

"Come, come, come, first chop all these chilies."

Lu Chuan pointed to several large bags of chilies nearby and ordered unceremoniously.

Only then did He Jingrui realize that the taste-testing would be a bit later; currently, it was prep time.

However, he had no objections. He had already killed so many fish, which he feared the most, so he didn't care about a few bags of chilies.

He immediately stepped forward, rolled up his sleeves, and started working.

Lu Chuan smiled, seeing that He Jingrui had gotten into work mode, then took out several large bags of fatty intestine from the cold storage.

These fatty intestines had been transported from the city that morning. According to the delivery driver, they had just arrived from the slaughterhouse and were sent over immediately after a few rinses, guaranteeing freshness.

At the time, Lu Chuan held his nose and roughly inspected them, finding that the fatty intestines were all pinkish-white or milky-white, with smooth, elastic surfaces. From their appearance alone, they were indeed of excellent quality.

However, because the delivery driver was rushing to deliver to other places, Lu Chuan didn't want to delay him too much.

But now, the necessary checks still had to be done. If the fatty intestines were inconsistent inside and out, he would have to consider changing raw material suppliers.

Lu Chuan cut open the packaging with a knife, randomly picked up several sections of fatty intestine, and carefully turned them inside out to inspect them.

He found that the intramuscular fat content of the intestine head was not low, and the internal texture was delicate, consistent with the characteristics of the intestine head of the Chenghua pig, a unique pig breed from the Sichuan and Chongqing regions.

Seeing this, Lu Chuan breathed a sigh of relief.

The quality of these few bags of fatty intestine would determine the deliciousness of the subsequent super spicy fatty intestine noodles, so no carelessness could be afforded.

Fortunately, the results were quite satisfying to him.

Lu Chuan no longer delayed and began to process the fatty intestine.

The processing of fatty intestine was not complicated; it was still the three-step deodorizing process, but the process was quite "nose-consuming."

After stuffing two wads of toilet paper into his nostrils and putting on a mask, he began to repeatedly knead the fatty intestine with flour, salt, and white vinegar to remove mucus and impurities, and trimmed off excess fat attached to the intestinal wall.

Once the water used to rinse the fatty intestine was no longer cloudy, and no trace of peculiar smell could be detected from the intestine itself,

Lu Chuan then took several cans of beer and began to soak the fatty intestine, the purpose being to further soften the intestinal wall and remove any lingering odor.

This process would take approximately 20 minutes.

Next, Lu Chuan began to blanch it.

He put the fatty intestine into cold water, added green onions, ginger, cooking wine, star anise, and fermented glutinous rice, brought it to a boil over high heat, then reduced to medium heat and continued to cook for 8 minutes. Afterward, he took it out and rinsed off the scum.

At this point, the unique fishy smell of the fatty intestine was almost completely gone.

Lu Chuan nodded with satisfaction.

He then mixed the secret spices from the system's recipe, added water, and tossed in the fatty intestine to braise.

35 minutes later, he tried poking the fatty intestine with chopsticks and, finding that he could easily pierce through it, immediately took it out and set it aside.

The fatty intestine, placed on the plate, jiggled a few times, appearing very elastic.

At this moment, He Jingrui, covered in chili seeds, had come over.

He looked at the glossy, oily fatty intestine with surprise, his Adam's apple involuntarily bobbing, and was about to reach out to sneak a bite.

"Slap!"

Lu Chuan, quick as a flash, slapped his hand away irritably.

"Have you finished chopping the chilies?"