Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World - Chapter 212: New delicious thing to try
Charlotte’s eyes lit up at the mention of fatty intestines. Whether it was braised fatty intestines, spicy dry pot fatty intestines, roasted fatty intestines with spring onions, or stir-fried fatty intestines, they were all delicious.
The people in this parallel world didn’t know how to cook, considering these delicacies as useless scraps fit only for stray dogs to eat.
But if handled properly, even pig’s blood could be turned into a delicious dish like pig’s blood soup or pig’s blood hot pot. They had no idea about these cooking methods.
Originally, Charlotte planned to buy some meat and stir-fry it with vegetables, but now he changed his mind. He needed to come up with a decent excuse to bring back these fatty intestines and a couple of bowls of pig’s blood. They would have a feast for lunch.
It was still early, with no customers in front of the meat stall, only the butcher deftly handling the pork while his apprentice assisted him.
Charlotte approached the meat stall with a basket in hand.
“Doctor, you buy some meat? The pork today is fresh. How about getting some?” The butcher looked up and smiled.
Charlotte shook his head and chuckled, “I still haven’t finished the beef I bought a couple of days ago. I’m going out today to buy some food for my cat.”
“A cat?” The butcher glanced around and his gaze fell on the unskinned pig’s tail nearby. He said, “If you don’t mind, you can take that tailback for your cat to eat.”
“Oh, but that’s not necessary.” Charlotte tried to decline, but he had already put the at least two-pound tail into the basket without hesitation. He pondered and said, “My cat has a peculiar taste and likes to eat things with a strong flavor…”
“A strong flavor?”
The butcher furrowed his brow and pointed at the pig intestines lying on the cutting board nearby.
“How about this? If you want, I can prepare it for you. But this thing has a strong and strange taste. Normally, it’s only given to stray dogs.”
“Well, this one will do. My cat loves it.” Charlotte nodded.
“Your cat’s taste is quite peculiar.”
The butcher seemed a bit surprised but still picked up the roll of pig intestines and gave it a simple preparation before putting it into the basket for Charlotte.
Anna, I’m sorry but I have to sacrifice your reputation so that we can enjoy these fatty intestines. Forgive me, forgive me.
Charlotte silently prayed in his heart, but his face didn’t show any hint of concern. He looked at the pig’s blood still steaming with heat and said, “Your pig’s blood looks fresh. I’d like to have some for my little cat to improve its health.”
“How much do you want? Feel free to help yourself.” The butcher generously offered.
These leftover scraps were things he didn’t want, so he didn’t care how much Charlotte took.
With a basket full of fatty intestines, Charlotte returned to the clinic. Shortly after, he came out with a ceramic jar, filling a large jar with pig’s blood.
“Doctor, what are you going to do with these strange things you brought back?”
“Are you going to use pig’s blood for blood transfusion on severely bleeding patients?”
“No, these are for feeding the cat.” Charlotte casually explained, carrying the ceramic jar back to the clinic.
“Boss, it seems like Anna has no interest at all in the pig intestines you brought back.” Vivian pinched her nose and looked at Charlotte who had just entered, saying.
Kasha also stayed far away, not wanting to get close to the fatty intestines placed on the counter.
Charlotte glanced at Anna, who had climbed to the top of the cabinet covered her face with her little paw, and smiled softly.
“These are not for Anna. They are for us to enjoy. Fatty intestines are a delicious dish, but they just don’t know how to appreciate them.”
“For us to enjoy?” Vivian looked puzzled.
“Is the clinic facing difficulties? Could it be… you gambled away all the revenue?”
Despite being a former spoiled princess who had never touched dirty work, she had heard of what pig intestines were. Even the servants in her mansion wouldn’t eat such things.
Now the boss picked them up as if they were treasures and was planning to make a dish out of them for them to eat.
“I told you, you’ll know when we have it for lunch.”
Charlotte took the ceramic jar and went upstairs to the kitchen. He poured half a basin of cold water into a clay basin, added two spoons of salt, and then poured the still-warm pig’s blood into the basin, letting it coagulate on its own.
Charlotte, carrying a basket full of over ten pounds of fat intestines, walked downstairs towards the backyard and said, “Vivian, come help me clean the fat intestines. Your cleaning technique is so good, you can wash them cleanly and hygienically.”
“Okay.”
Although Vivian was not very willing, she obediently followed.
“These things need to be washed twice. The first time is to clean off all the dirt, and the second time is to focus on the details. Since you might not be able to tolerate the smell of fat intestines at first, you can wash them extra clean this time.” Charlotte scooped up the fat intestines and instructed Vivian.
“Are you sure we can eat this?”
Vivian still had some doubts as she used her cleaning technique while scrutinizing Charlotte.
She felt that the boss must have picked up these unwanted items from the butchers for free because of poverty and then made them into dishes for them to eat.
It was somewhat touching, but not too much.
“Of course, braised fat intestines and dry pot fat intestines are my specialty dishes.”
Charlotte casually replied as he watched the fat and dirt visibly wash away in the water, carried by the flow to the other end and into the drain.
He flipped the fat intestines over, revealing the white fat inside.
Charlotte took a small knife and shaved off most of the fat, but not completely, to ensure that the intestines wouldn’t become too dry or too greasy.
This balance was the key to making a good fat intestine dish.
“Wash them again,” Charlotte told Vivian.
“Okay.” Vivian agreed and began using her cleaning technique again.
After the cleaning, the fat intestines were spotlessly clean and no longer had that strange and foul smell, making it somewhat more acceptable to Vivian.
“That’s enough.” Charlotte threw the cleaned fat intestines back into the basket and placed them to the side.
After cleaning them inside and out twice, they were impeccably clean. Even the unique flavor of the fat intestines was barely noticeable.
If it were up to Charlotte’s taste, these thoroughly cleaned fat intestines would seem overdone.
To eat fat intestines meant embracing their distinctive aroma, right? These squeaky clean intestines gave off a sense of having lost their soul.
But to give Vivian and Kasha, these little fairies, a decent first experience with fat intestines, Charlotte had to clean them even more thoroughly.
With the fat intestines taken care of, Charlotte proceeded to deal with the pig’s tail that still had hair on it.
This pig’s tail was quite thick and weighed over two pounds.
Charlotte had already figured out how to cook it – in braised fat intestines. She would just throw the pig’s tail directly into the braising pot and serve it alongside the braised fat intestines.
Simple yet delicious.
“Don’t look at me like that. When it’s time to eat, you might not be satisfied with just three bowls of rice,” Charlotte said to Vivian, who was standing with her arms crossed, frowning.
“Although I enjoy eating, I only eat things that suit my taste. I think the three dishes you brought back today don’t suit my taste,” Vivian shook her head and said with determination.
“Well then, you can eat black bread for lunch. I’ll give you a penny,” Charlotte said indifferently as he carried the basket upstairs.
The pig blood had solidified into large chunks. Charlotte used a kitchen knife to cut it into medium-sized pieces. He put them in a pot of warm water and boiled them for thirty minutes before soaking them in cold water. Only then could the pig blood be considered properly prepared.
Considering that simmering and braising would take quite a bit of time, Charlotte poured out the hot water from the pot, replaced it with cold water, and added all the fat intestines into the pot. He then added the pig’s tail as well, followed by various spices needed for braising, and a spoonful of wine.
Once the water boiled, he skimmed off the foam and threw a few medium-sized pieces of coal into the stove to ensure the fire was just right. The braising liquid in the pot was sufficient, and only then did he go downstairs.
Dry pot fat intestines also required the intestines to be first braised. So braising all the intestines together in one pot was not a problem.
“Kasha, the fat intestines are braising in the pot. The fire needs to be turned off in about an hour. If I’m too busy and forget, please go upstairs and turn it off,” Charlotte instructed Kasha before opening the door.
