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"Get out of the way, I'm coming!" I was in a daze, still tangled up in my heart for killing a mouse with a shoulder pole, and my inner guilt soared. Grandpa took the pole from my hand.
"I'll kill you!" After finishing speaking, he raised the pole and hit the mouse with a "snap".
"See if you're still digging holes!" After another load, the mouse finally lost its attachment to the world.
Grandpa walked up to the mouse, pinched the mouse's tail, lifted it up, and said, "Come and take it back, and ask your grandma to scrape (meaning peel) it for you, burn it and eat it, it's very delicious!"
"Can rats be eaten?" I asked with a look of disgust.
After all, in my image, mice are synonymous with bacteria, viruses, and dirty things. It is too late for everyone to hide, so why would they want to eat it?
"Can't you eat the miscellaneous meat? Scrape off the skin, shake out the contents of the belly, roast it and eat it. The meat is very delicious." Grandpa actually had the obvious movement of swallowing his saliva!
I go! Not so! Dozens of years old, why haven't you seen such a big storm? What delicious food have you never eaten? As for the mouth watering when it comes to rat meat?
"No, I think the rats are very dirty~ it feels like there are a lot of bacteria." I still said what I thought.
"Dirty is on the outside of the skin, just scrape it and throw it away, and the mice in the field are not dirty, unlike the ones on the roof, which run around, and the mice in the field grow up in the mud, and they are very clean. Take it quickly. Let's go back!"
Looking at my grandpa's eyes as if he had given up something important to me, I was speechless for a while. There was no way, since my grandpa said so, I still decided to try it!
Holding the mouse's tail, he walked all the way home.
The dead mouse, the limbs drooped naturally, two big yellow teeth were exposed, and blood dripped continuously along the teeth
"Grandma, grandpa told you to get the mouse and burn it to eat!" I said, handing the mouse in my hand to grandma.
"Oh, what a big mouse, where did you catch it?" Grandma asked happily.
"In the field of Niuguntang, my grandfather irrigated it with water, and I helped to beat it, but in the end it was my grandfather who killed it. The mouse ran too fast, and I couldn't catch it"
"Grandma, can this mouse really be eaten?" I reconfirmed.
"Yes, it's delicious to cook and eat. It's very fragrant! A few years ago, your grandfather often used mouse traps to trap mice on the edge of the field, in the field, or where there were mouse holes."
"I have to catch one or two big mice every day, and I'll burn them for him. He brings them to drink. It's delicious!" Grandma said with a smile in the corner of her eyes. It seems that this is still a long time What a wonderful time!
"Then have you ever eaten rat meat?"
"I have eaten it, otherwise I would know the smell of rat meat!"
After grandma finished speaking, she took the mouse in my hand and asked me to go back to the house to get the scissors and bowl.
Take the tools, squat on the edge of the small ditch with grandma, and began to watch the killing of mice for the first time in my life.
Grandma first used scissors to cut off the mouse's limbs.
On the back of the mouse's head, cut a hole, from the back, directly to the tail.
Then cut off the head of the mouse with a pair of scissors and discard it.
At this time, it is technical work!
I saw grandma holding the mouse skin that had been cut on both sides, and tearing it hard on both sides
After peeling the skin, disemboweling the belly, removing the internal organs, a clean rat meat is ready!
"Ren Tao, go and pick two pumpkin leaves." Grandma said to me while cleaning the mouse.
Next to the door of the house, there were two pumpkin vines with a lot of leaves. Soon, I came over with two big leaves.
"Go, go back first." Grandma took the lead into the kitchen, grabbed a handful of salt, and evenly sprinkled it on the mouse meat.
I served the bowl, took the scissors, and followed grandma.
Grandma put the mouse meat on one of the leaves and wrapped it up.
Cover the exposed part with another leaf, and wrap it again.
She casually tore two straws from the pyre, and tied up the rat meat in her hand.
"Is that all right?" I asked, staring at the bundled rat meat in grandma's hand.
"That's right, when the fire is cooking, put this in the stove. When the rice is ready, the rat meat will be cooked too!"
I have never eaten rat meat. I saw that my grandparents respected it so much and treated it with such seriousness, so I must look forward to it in my heart.?
Finally, when it was time to cook the fire, grandma put the mouse meat in the corner of the stove, covered it with plant ash, and then just lit the fire, ignoring the mouse meat
I stood by the fire and asked my grandma who was busy cutting vegetables a few times, whether it needs to be taken out, whether it is burnt, and all the feedback I got was nothing to worry about.
Finally, after the dishes were fried, grandma came over, took the torch in my hand, and pulled out the mouse meat.
I stared at grandma, thinking that I would be able to eat rat meat soon, and I was inexplicably looking forward to it. I never thought that she would turn the rat meat over and stuff it back into the stove
This is suffering! The short time I just took it out, I already smelled a special fragrance! A special aroma that does not belong to any food I have eaten before!
"How long will it take? Grandma!"
"It's not cooked yet, wait for two more fires to fry the shredded potatoes, it's probably almost done."
Hey, it's time to fry a shredded potato!
Just turn up the fire a bit!
Near noon, grandpa also came back from work, just in time, grandma's potato shreds are also fried, ready to eat!
I quickly pulled out the mouse meat and clamped it to the ground.
Gently pat off the ash on the burnt and dried pumpkin leaves, and gently open the leaves.
"Hoohoo~ It's so hot!" Some juice came out from the inside of the leaf, and when it touched the finger I just put in, it burned me instantly.
Pushing aside the leaves, the pale pink mouse meat was revealed. The freshly cooked mouse meat was steaming, and there was a very special smell in the air, the unique taste of mouse meat!
I pinched the leaves around and lifted the whole rat meat to the table.
"Grandpa, grandma, the mouse meat is ready!" You can judge the specialness of the mouse meat from the smell, and I understand why grandparents always look yearning when they talk about mouse meat.
"Okay, it's your turn to eat, we have all eaten!" Grandma said to me with a smile.
However, how can I enjoy the delicious food alone?
Quickly tore off the mouse's two hind legs and handed them to grandparents.
And I, holding my two front legs, started to eat!
Under the eyes of grandparents, the three of them started today's roast rat meat feast!
Bite down, the burned and dehydrated rat meat is particularly chewy, the tight muscles are very elastic, and a unique fragrance wafts from the meatdelicious!
Even the bones in the middle of the legs were crushed and swallowed by my Katz Katz! It is really fragrant!
An indescribable fragrance! Even more fragrant than roast quail!
In my knowledge, I can only use four words to describe its taste: Delicious in the world!
A mouse was eaten up by me! It even ate most of the bones!
"Grandpa, catch it and burn it again next time!" I said to my grandpa with a smile.
"Hahaha, good! Burn it again next time!" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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