Zhao Changshan looked at the bull, which had only breath left, and was hung up and dragged it directly into the carriage. Then a staff member who was wrapped all over closed the door and made a snap.

"Jian Heng, how long did they take to slaughter a cow?" Zhao Changshan had never seen such a way to slaughter a cow before. He was particularly curious. If it weren't for the fact that he really didn't allow him to enter, he would have wanted to go in and take a look.

"It will take about half an hour," Jian Heng said after thinking for a while.

The charge for this car is not cheap to go directly to the door to slaughter cattle service. Of course, if it is cheaper to go to the slaughterhouse production line, but if it is delivered, you have to go to the slaughterhouse to buy it. Who knows if you buy it or not, the home service may be more expensive, but there are always reasons for it to be expensive.

Hearing Jian Heng's words, Xiaomai swept Jian Heng with contempt from the corner of his eyes: "If you don't know, don't talk!"

"You know, then you say it," Jian Heng said with a smile.

"At most twelve minutes." After saying that, Xiaomai looked at the watch in his hand: "If you don't believe it, look at the watch. Let's make another bet. If you lose, there will be a concert by Taylor Swift next month, and those who lose will buy tickets."

"I believe, what do you think I don't believe? Besides, I won't watch any concerts, let alone Swift's fan." Jian Heng was not interested in arguing with her, and he didn't want to bet with her. He had said casually, and he didn't have the ability to bet on the spot.

Besides, if you are a little earlier or later, don’t you have to stand here and wait? Of course, it’s better to slaughter it earlier. After driving the cattle for several hours, the iron-killing people are tired. Now Jian Heng is a little tempted to sleep.

Everyone stood outside and waited for less than ten minutes. The car door opened, and a complete cow entered, and two headless slices of meat slowly pushed out along the track inside the car.

I have to say that the two pieces of meat were very clean, and the entire surface was smooth and there was almost no attachment of cow hair.

This speed made Zhao Changshan sigh and said, "My God, it's so fast. The butcher Ding cuts the cow."

"The cow intestines you want and some internal organs!" The staff wrapped around his body brought a steel-impermeable iron basin to the edge of the carriage.

When Zhao Changshan heard that the cow's internal organs came, he immediately waved his hand: "Xiao Wei!"

Zhao Wei immediately walked over with a red plastic power, took the basin directly from the carriage, poured the internal organs into the bucket, and returned the iron basin after that.

Removed two beef, then looked at the hook and hooked the other beef into the ground. This happened twice, just now, there were three bulls, and they had already made six pieces of beef in less than an hour.

After the delivery was completed, Jian Heng presented a check and the slaughter truck slowly drove away from the ranch.

"What a pity, the cow's head was not left!" Zhao Changshan said with a little dissatisfaction as he watched the slaughter car slowly drive away.

Jian Heng said: "Forget it, I'm still worried about so much meat!"

"Yes, when will this be eaten?" Zhang Jialiang was sitting on the fence of the corridor, looking at the six beef on the shelf loaded in front of the house, and said with a frown.

Let’s not talk about him, Damai and Xiaomai are now confused. Let’s put it this way, among the group, the only person who smiles now is Huang Xiaodong. This kid seems to be not tired of eating beef.

Zhao Changshan said: "What's the matter with worrying? Let's make beef jerky!"

"You can also make beef jerky?"

Jian Hengxin said: Are you a chef who has no grade at all, and you can also make beef jerky?

Not only Jian Heng, but even his nephew Zhao Wei was a little disbelief. He was stunned for a while and asked, "Uncle, is the kind of five-spice jerky you mentioned? It can be eaten for a long time if you dry it...."

Bang!

Before Zhao Wei finished speaking, he was slapped on the back of the head by Zhao Changshan: "Is there anything else in beef jerky? Of course it's that kind of beef jerky, but I don't make five-spice ones, I make spicy ones!"

"I think it's better to make it with the beef from the refrigerator first. Put the beef here for a cold night," Jian Heng said after thinking for a while.

The newly slaughtered beef is not delicious because the whole body is stiff when the beef dies, and the lactic acid in the stool muscles accumulates. Therefore, the beef is not delicious at this time. It must be served for a day and then wait for the lactic acid to dissipate. Then eat it.

Zhao Changshan didn't care whether it was made from beef in the refrigerator or slaughtered beef. He nodded immediately when he heard Jian Heng say this, and then he helped his subordinates to prepare to start work immediately.

So the miserable Huang Xiaodong and Zhao Wei were sent around and started to prepare non-stop.

"Xiaodong, go chop firewood, Zhao Wei, go and roll over the big oil barrel behind the house, and then go to the house to get the pot I bought. After buying such a large pot, it finally came in handy this time..." Zhao Changshan said while rolling up his sleeves with interest, like a general who was about to go to the battlefield.

Damai and Xiaomai heard Zhao Changshan say something, but they didn't have them, so they asked at the same time: "What can we do?"

"You've had nothing to do. You've been busy for a day. Go back to the house early to go to bed. You still have work to do tomorrow." Zhao Changshan was very polite to Damai and Wu.

When Jian Heng saw that Damai and Xiaomai were both asked, he felt embarrassed to say that I was going to bed, so he also asked, "Do you want me to help?"

"You go and stir-fry some ingredients for me!" Zhao Changshan said.

"Fried ingredients?" Jian Heng didn't expect that he had something to do, so he asked more.

Zhao Changshan first nodded, and then said, "For the fried ingredients, there are very simple things, a few things, pepper, dried spicy food... Forget it, I'll give you some good things, I hope you can't control the amount."

After saying that, he stepped apart and went straight into the room.

Jian Heng had to follow him into the kitchen. When he arrived at the kitchen, he saw Zhao Changshan busy, and he kept grabbing the ingredients in the jars of all sizes, such as bay leaves and large materials.

"Fry first when the fire starts, be careful not to stop the ingredients inside. Otherwise, some of them will not taste good after being fryed..." Zhao Changshan said while demonstrating himself.

When Jian Heng saw that this thing was still skillful, the pot was flipped around its hands, and the material inside could not fall out, but Jian Heng felt that he could not do it, so he asked Zhao Changshan: "Do you think I did this job?"

Zhao Changshan turned his head and looked at Jian Heng, thinking that you can't even make a fuss. Before he could say anything, he remembered that Jian Heng had never been to New Oriental Chef School, so he scratched his head: "I forgot this, you really can't do this job!"

After saying that, he didn't even stop and shouted loudly outside, "Zhao Wei, has the bucket been prepared?"

"Good soon! Give me another minute!" Zhao Wei's voice came immediately.

Zhao Changshan shouted loudly: "It takes so long to get out of the bucket, and it's not too slow to eat!"

I felt that I had nothing to do, Jian Heng simply turned around and left the house.

"Why don't you go back?" Jian Heng saw Zhang Jialiang sitting on the railing of the corridor, and Damai and Xiaomai were also leaning against the railing. He looked like he was watching the fun.

"Look at Zhao to make beef jerky!" the two sisters explained in unison.

The two sisters simply expressed Jian Heng's thoughts, so the few of them started watching together.

Zhao Changshan asked Zhao Wei to stir-fry the ingredients, and moved the table outside. While thawing the beef in the refrigerator in the microwave, he took the refrigerated ones directly to the table outside and cut them into four square meat strips about five centimeters.

All the beef turned into strips, and the next step Zhao Changshan began to show off his knife skills. The original beef was cut into very thin slices of beef, which was only two or three millimeters thick.

With the eyes of the onlookers, it is obvious that they cannot tell the difference in thickness and thickness, and they all seem to be the same thick.

Look, he was given a slut, and the knife danced in his hand was like a flying butterfly, not like cooking or performing, just like a spotlight on his forehead now.

Slap sex!

Damai and Xiaomai have never seen such a scene. The Western chefs' knife skills are almost the only way to change their knives. They are not like Chinese chefs. A kitchen knife is the only way to travel around the world. I guess they would be shocking if they saw the Chinese chef cutting shredded potatoes like a dozen pounds.

"Thank you, thank you!" Zhao Changshan accepted the compliment from barley and wheat with a smile.

The beef slices here in Zhao Changshan were cut, and Huang Xiaodong had already chopped firewood over there and a fire rose in the bucket.

In a blink of an eye, the pot on the bucket, which was as big as a bathtub, quickly became hot under the urging of dry firewood and fire.

Next is boiling beef, there is nothing to say about it. Adding water and adding ingredients to the beef is cooked like this.

Wait until the first batch of beef is cooked and taken out of the pot, let it cool, and then dry the moisture outside, put it in again. At this time, the pot is hot, and there is no oil or water inside. Just put the cooked beef slices in and fry.

At this moment, Zhao Changshan used one hand to lift the pot along the other hand to start, and at first, he just pushed it a few times from time to time. The longer the time, the faster it was. After almost seven or eight minutes, he saw him lift the pot off the fire.

"Okay!" Zhao Changshan felt that the moisture in the beef was completely forced out, so he shouted and poured the beef in the pot into the iron basin that had been prepared long ago.

As soon as he heard that it was ready, Jian Heng, who had been unable to hold back, immediately prepared to reach out and pinch up a piece to taste it.

Zhao Changshan immediately reached out to stop Jian Heng: "It's too hot, wait a moment!".

Wait and wait. After waiting for about two or three minutes, Jian Heng pinched a piece and put it in his mouth and started chewing it, savoring the taste while chewing.

"It's not delicious!" Jian Heng took a few bites and came to the conclusion.

"Yeah!" Zhao Changshan was a little disbelief. He took a piece and put it in his mouth. While chewing it, he said, "How could it be not delicious! Bah!"

After saying that, this guy spit out the beef in his mouth: "I haven't made it for a long time. I have treated the sugar as salt, so I have put a little too much sugar!"

After hearing what he said, countless black lines immediately hung on Jian Heng's forehead: "Can you be a little more careless? You are still known as the chef!"

"Uncle, when did you do this?"

"When I was an apprentice," Zhao Changshan said without thinking.

When everyone heard that he had done it when he was an apprentice, they immediately understood that this man had made beef jerky at least twenty years ago.

"It's not a waste! You can give it to Denver, but it can't taste it." Zhao Changshan said happily, shouted at Zhao Wei, asking him to go into the house and take out the salt.

Zhao Wei went to work, but he took a piece of beef jerky and walked to the side of the little white lion Denver, squatted down and squeezed out a smile from his face: "Denver! Beef jerky, beef jerky, eat, eat!"

Denver looked at Zhao Changshan, as if he felt that he was smiling so he stretched out his head and sniffed the beef jerky in his hand.

While Denver was sniffing, Zhao Changshan stuffed the jerky directly into Denver's mouth.

Denver took a few bites, and then spit out the jerky beef in his mouth just like Zhao Changshan. He spitted out a few bites, but he even spitted out a few bites.

"Forget it, let's keep these as souvenirs when you go home during the Spring Festival!" Jian Heng said to Zhao Changshan.

I saw that his shape was very good, and I thought that the beef jerky made could be put into the mouth even if it was not outstanding. Who knew that it was just a good thing, and it was empty. Although he explained that there was no salt, even if it had salt, it would probably not be much delicious.

Jian Heng simply didn't wait anymore, and patted his butt and turned back to the room to sleep.

Others didn't wait for Jian Heng to know that Jian Heng had fallen asleep from the moment he lay on the bed, and he didn't open his eyes until the next day dawn.

When Jian Heng got up, he found that Zhao Changshan and his three masters had just finished the construction.

"All night?" Jian Heng asked in surprise.

"Well, I thought I would finish it early, and I'll go to New York to get chickens and pigs today." Zhao Changshan said and handed over another piece of beef jerky: "Try it!"

"Yeah! Not bad!" Jian Heng took a bite of this and felt that the taste was quite right: "It tastes much better than the jerky beef I ate in China before."

"Do you think you're eating beef?" Zhao Changshan smiled and said, "This taste is real beef."
Chapter completed!