Chapter 54.2

Translated by Aviana

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The preparation of Lap cheong was finished. Nonetheless, Lin Qingwan’s heart was still feeling itching with cravings. At the earliest, it at least takes a minimum of 3-5 days for the outer casings of the Lap cheong to dry and be ready to be eaten. Thus, Lin Qingwan could only keep gazing at the Lap cheong hung above with drool dripping from her lips.

When she had nothing to do, she liked to gaze at them. When she was eating, she liked gazing at them, and even before going to bed, she liked to gaze at them.

Lin Qingwan was beset with sorrow and grief. Why couldn’t they eat Lap cheong soon after they were made? Why do they have to wait for a few days!

When Yang Tiezhu saw his wife gazing at Lap cheong every single day with a gluttonous gaze, he found her adorable to death.

How could his wife be so adorable? Even the gluttonous attribute of her was cute!

A couple of days after, Lin Qingwan couldn’t wait anymore. Seeing that the casings were almost dried, she grabbed a few Lap cheong to cook.

The casings were still mildly soft, but since they had already been air-dried for this long, they would be safe to eat.

For lunch, she steamed the lap cheong.

Once they were done and cooled, Lin Qingwan cut them carefully into thin slices, and to make it visually appealing, she arranged all the slices circularly while plating the dish.

Finally, when it was time to eat the dish, Lin Qingwan enthusiastically put the first slice of meat into her mouth.

En! This was the taste. But, because it wasn’t air-dried for long, the taste wasn’t quite there yet.

Lin Qingwan suddenly felt her eyes filled with tears of excitement.

Once she came back to her senses, she realized everyone on the table was staring at her with anxious-filled eyes. Even the two little girls were gaping with chopsticks in their mouths, bewildered.

Lin Qingwan gave a smile and requested them to continue eating.

“Hehe——dig in, what are you all looking at me for?” Saying so, she put a few slices of Lap cheong into one of their bowls.

She then watched them as they all put the Lap cheong into their mouth and gradually quickened their chewing motions.

She snorted, proud of her work, “Is it delicious?!” Fetching a small bowl meticulously prepared chill oil she had prepared, “Add a little bit of this to make it even more delicious.”

This chili oil was made from the red chilies she had bought long ago. After sun drying them, she had crushed them using the herbs grinder that she had Yao-shi buy not long ago and had deep fried the flakes in oil, sufficient enough to make a big bowl of chili oil.

Lin Qingwan was a sucker for spicy food; however, the food here wasn’t much spicy. Thus, this bowl of chili oil was her precious treasure. Yang Tiezhu is still injured, the girls are too young to eat anything spicy, and Yao-shi is not accustomed to eating spicy foods. As such, during every meal, Lin Qingwan would add a little bit of chili oil to her portion of meals.

Yang Tiezhu stretched out his chopsticks, intending to take a little bit, only to get his swatted away by Lin Qingwan.

“I have already said many times, you are injured. You can’t eat spicy food.” She also cautioned the two little girls,” You can taste a bit if you want, but it is very spicy. Kids shouldn’t eat too spicy foods.”

In a couple of minutes, a big plate of Lap Cheong was wiped cleaned by the few people.

After the meal, Yao-shi smacked her lips, and she said, “It is indeed very delicious, but it takes up too much meat.”

Yao-shi was used to be hardworking and frugal. Before separation, He-shi had always been severe with money and meat. Thus Yao-shi had subconsciously developed a notion that eating too much meat is wasting money.

Yang Tiezhu thought that if his wife liked to eat it, he could go into the mountains to hunt a few wild boars later, utterly unaware that Lin Qingwan had already made plans of banning him from going into the mountains from hereon. And him wanting to go to the mountains would be very difficult.

“Yes, it takes up a lot of meat. But after this has been air-dried, it can be stored for a very long time. It could be even eaten next year. Whenever you want to eat it, just steam it, and it will be ready to eat. “Lin Qingwan replied, also feeling distressed for the meat.

Only when she was in charge of expenses did she realize how expensive daily necessities like firewood, rice, oil, and salt were. Lap Cheong was delicious because a lot of meat went into it.

In her previous life, she didn’t think much of it. But after coming here, she found rural folk doesn’t eat meat in every meal. Even when they buy a catty of meat, a family eats it over a few days.

And if a catty of meat is made into a lap cheong , it’s reckoned only a small single piece of lap cheong would be made. But on the bright side, it is delicious, and it not only goes with rice but also with wine.

“Even if you normally store it, it can be stored till next year, and it won’t spoil?” Yao-shi remarked, astonished.

The climate in Luoxia village is frigid cold, optimal to store meat for a long period. But after spring, the temperature would increase, and the food would be spoiled if stored for long.

Lin Qingwan nodded her head while quickly churning for ideas in her mind. As a thought flashed through her mind, her eyes gleamed with brightness.

“Husband, third dimei, how about we sell lap cheong in the town? What do you think?”

弟妹 (dìmèi): younger brother’s wife

Yao-shi wasn’t exposed to these matters; thus, hesitation reflected on Yao-shi’s face.

“Would anyone buy this kind of food? For how much could it be sold?” Yao-shi, too began assessing the gains. Approximately, for one piece of sausage filling, nearly one catty of meat would be needed. In such a case, for how much should it be sold to avoid incurring any losses?! If it is too expensive, no one would want to buy it, but they might be at losses if it is too cheap.

Yang Tiezhu thought from a different perspective. He was a regular visitor of the town, either selling his prey or looking for a temporary job. Thus, he had gained a bit of understanding of the town’s people’s consumption rate. But he wasn’t quite sure how the lap cheong made by his wife would fare in the town.

Nonetheless, he still proposed a suggestion, “In my opinion, the market is truly not a good option. Rather, it might be profitable if you sell it in a restaurant. The restaurant patrons usually don’t care the cost of the dish.”

Lin Qingwan pondered over it and found it reasonable. Perhaps she could look for the restaurants in the town and try it out.

Even if it wasn’t sold, it wouldn’t matter much; they could just eat lap cheong at home. Selling it would just be an added bonus.

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