The blood sausage was safe and sound, but Ning Yuan's sleeves were pulled into the boiling water for boiling blood sausage.

Li Tong didn't care about the embarrassment and hurriedly reached out to pull Ning Yuan's sleeve, "Is it hot? That's boiling water! So what if you let the chopsticks fall and prick the blood sausage?"

Ning Yuan's hand was much faster than Li Tong. He reached out and pinched the dripping sleeves. The sleeves were not hot. Then he pushed the sleeves to Li Tong's hand half-pushed. "In front of you, I said this, I'm good at it. If it's boiled, where will this face be put? The clothes are fine."

"The clothes are fine, but what if they burn you?" Li Tong grabbed Ning Yuan's sleeve, picked them up and looked at his wrist. Seeing that his wrist was so full that there were not even red marks, he breathed a long sigh, "This is good luck. You can't be so rough in the future. If it's really burning...ah!"

It's really hot, what should I do?

"It won't be hot, I have a good idea, don't worry." Ning Yuan leaned forward, his voice surprisingly soft.

Li Tong was uncomfortable all over by his words, and shook off the wet sleeves, "What do I have to worry about? I deserve it if it's hot!"

Ning Yuan smiled and kicked the long chopsticks that fell to the ground to the side, stood up and took another pair of chopsticks, hesitated, and looked at Li Tong and said, "The sleeves are wet and uncomfortable. I've taken the big clothes outside. This day, it's just hot."

"There is no clothes you can wear in this village." Li Tong was about to stand up and have someone go and see, but Ning Yuan hurriedly raised his hand to stop her, "No, I have clothes, the sleeves are wet, and it happens to be hot, otherwise I can wear them, and it will be dry in a while."

"It's better to take it off." Li Tong didn't move anymore. There must be no clothes he could wear in the village. Anyway, he brought some clothes.

Ning Yuan went to the long gown, rolled up his sleeves, sat in the pony stool, quickly plucked the blood sausage, turned the blood sausage, and muttered, "Fortunately, as long as the blood sausage is good, everything will be fine."

Li Tong just moved the stool very close to the pot. Ning Yuan was next to her. The two of them stared at the pot of blood sausages almost shoulder to shoulder. At this moment, I don’t know if it was too close. The fire was too hot and the roasted, or because of something else. Li Tong only felt that his face was hot and his heart beat was not very even. The slightly suffocating breath of Ning Yuan’s body came to his face, like the smell of sweat, or the fragrance of some kind of leaves. Li Tong held on for a while, his face became hotter and hotter. He stood up suddenly and walked to the edge of the straw shed.

"What's wrong?" Ning Yuan was stunned, stopped his hand and looked up at Li Tong.

"It's okay." Li Tong felt his throat tightening, "It's a little hot and breathable. You cook yours, be careful of it."

Ning Yuan hesitated for a while, looked at the firewood that was about to be extinguished under the pot, put down the chopsticks, and added firewood while laughing: "Stand to the side, there is a wind vent. You are roasting hot, but it is not good to stand at the air vent. Just this little fire, you are sitting too close to the pot."

Li Tong obediently moved two steps to the side, and picked up the veil in both hands, as if she was afraid of the sun. She pulled the veil up and blocked it in front of her. Her face was so hot that it might be red, so she had to block it.

"It's almost done, come and take a look." Ning Yuan greeted Li Tong. Li Tong blew the wind for a while, and his mood had almost recovered. He heard that he had been fine, so he turned around and moved the little maza farther away, sat down, and looked at the iron pot.

Ning Yuan reached out and picked up a silver needle sewing clothes from the table next to him, put it on the blood sausage, and gently stitched it. As soon as the needle was pulled out, a stream of blood flowed out from the needle hole.

"It's not OK." Ning Yuan made a judgment, and Li Tong thought about it and understood, "It's better to cook blood and coagulate. Is it not coagulated yet?"

"Yes! You are..."

"I'm not smart. What's so smart about such a simple thing?" Li Tong replied to Ning Yuan's words, and Ning Yuan looked serious and serious. "I'm not saying you're smart, I want to say you're really a Ye Zhiqiu."

Li Tong shouted and pointed at the other blood sausages in the pot, "If you slap them again, those slap them may be cooked."

"I think so too." Ning Yuan pierced the other three blood sausages one by one. After one of them gushed with blood, there was no movement. Ning Yuan laughed excitedly, "Okay! This one is ready, the other three are ready, and the job is done!"

Ning Yuan jumped up, took a silver basin from the table, and handed it to Li Tong, "Please hold it, don't move." Li Tong held the silver basin, Ning Yuan held the blood sausage with a pair of long chopsticks in one hand, carefully picked it up, put it into the silver basin, Li Tong held the basin, and watched Ning Yuan give it three more needles. Sure enough, this one was ready, and the other three were also ready. Ning Yuan picked out three blood sausages, reached out to take the basin, and signaled Li Tong, "Come on, come and try cutting it."

Li Tong followed him to the table, watched Ning Yuan pass the basin, push a blood root onto the chopping board, then picked up the sharp knife next to it, handed the handle to Li Tong, looking excited, "Try cutting it, be careful, don't use too much force, this knife is fast, light everything!"

Li Tong took the knife and slanted Ning Yuan's expression of waiting for the show. He held the knife and weighed it, picked up a chopstick and plucked the blood sausage. She had eaten pig blood, but nothing was difficult to cut. Li Tong looked at Ning Yuan again. Looking at his expression, the blood sausage must be a little different.

Li Tong held the knife in one hand and the other hand, and turned around the blood sausage, then turned around, and turned around again. Seeing that the blood sausage was about to be cut, Ning Yuan reached out to stop her, "Wait! Don't cut from here, if you cut from here, this blood sausage will be ruined, from here." Ning Yuan pointed at the intestine, "If you cut a knife, at least half of it will be left."

Li Tong squinted at him, snorted, ignored Ning Yuan's suggestion of a light knife, raised his hand and slashed the blood sausage with one knife. The blood sausage was not completely broken, and the pig blood inside rushed out in balls.

"What a pity, what a pity!" Ning Yuan looked heartbroken, "I saw it, I told you that you don't believe it. This is the best blood sausage in the North Third Road. You need a master to cook and cut. I'll do it."

Ning Yuan took the knife from Li Tong's hand and turned to her side to signal to her, "Look, look at my skills carefully. Look, if you want to do this, gently pull the casing with two fingers, don't use too much force, and then cut it down, see, how about it? I have nothing to say about my knife skills, right?"

Ning Yuan used a knife to hold up the neatly cut blood sausage, shook it into the plate, pinched the casing with one hand, and then cut it again, cut it into a piece, and it must be held in front of Li Tong, show it, and then put it on the plate.
Chapter completed!