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Chapter 1335 Crispy Skin

Chapter 1335 Crispy Skin

Cut the pork into long strips, and she cut the meat into six pieces of meat about one pound. She put the pepper noodles, five-spice powder, cumin powder, salt, spicy fresh, oil and other seasonings on it. After an hour, scrape off the seasonings on the skin, apply baking soda and water evenly, then brush it on the skin, dry it and brush it again.

Choose the fan baking mode of the oven, bake it for half an hour at 180 degrees, and bake it for another half an hour on the other side. At this time, the skin has already crisped up and bubbled. Take it out and scrape it with a knife for a few times on the top, making a squeaking sound, as if it is not the meat that is being scraped.

That sound is so crispy just by listening to it.

Ke Baijia cut off one of the crispy pork belly with a few knives, pinched a small piece and tasted it. It tasted delicious. The outer skin was crispy, but it was not dry or hard inside, it was not greasy or oily, and the taste was excellent.

She is not too heavy, and the original flavor is enough. If the flavor is a little heavier, you can dip it in a little barbecue ingredients or make a small plate of sauce you like and dip it in and eat it.

If there is only crispy pork belly, it seems a little monotonous. Ke Baijia also packed green onion pancakes and homemade peach crisps in the food box, and then stepped on the car to Shang Zhenqing's side.

He had not finished work yet, and Ke Baijia had no nature to go to the Licheng Committee. It was not the joint union of Heping Town, and he could have absolute freedom of entry and exit.

Licheng, the United Trade Union is also next to the committee. Since this is the case, she can't wait, so as not to have a bad impact on Brother Zhenqing.

I cleaned up Brother Zhenqing's residence here, filled the milk tea in a thermos bottle and took it out and put it in. In the hot weather, I got a cup of homemade milk tea, which was warm and sweet.

Noting that Brother Zhenqing had a basin of clothes that had not been washed, Ke Baijia picked it up and threw it into the space for machine washing with fragrance beads. He cleaned up his desk and house by the way, and cleaned the floor with disinfectant. After thinking about it, he also changed his quilt cover and pillow case. It was a spare item for her space before, with the orange aroma she liked.

The replaced items were thrown away from the washing machine.

After forty-five minutes, his clothes became fond and dried, but they were not drying to the point where there was no moisture. Ke Baijia hanged them for a while, and the bedding pillowcase was fine, and she scrambled to dry the bedding pillowcase.

When Shang Zhenqing came back, he first smelled the familiar fragrance, and then saw a large piece of his clothes and bedding drying at the door.

"Wife." Shang Zhenqing's fatigue was gone, and he walked in after a few big steps.

That's right, it's his dear daughter-in-law who is here.

There was also a food box on the table, which was obviously delicious.

He will definitely choose Jia Jia for food and beauty.

He rushed up and hugged his wife tightly, and sniffed her hair vigorously: "Wife, you are here to see me."

"Oh, I've only been apart for a few days. Husband, why are you so clingy?" Ke Baijia pushed a little and found that she couldn't push it, so she followed him. However, she clearly felt the strength and density of his stubble. When she looked up, her husband was almost becoming a savage. "Why didn't you shave your beard?"

As he said that, he pressed the person on the stool: "Be good, I'll shave it for you."

Shang Zhenqing thought she had hurt her, so he was so honest that he could let her do it.

When my wife was preparing the tools, she asked her what delicious food she had stayed today to see him.

"I don't know how long you haven't had enough food for you." Ke Baijia simply put down the tools and towels, asked him to wash his hands and eat first.

Shang Zhenqing said he was not in a hurry. In fact, he was thinking that he just wanted to eat what his wife made and wanted to eat it every day.

(End of this chapter)
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