Uncle Zhang shook his head and didn't bother to think too much. He raised his head and said, "Since you have something to do, I won't drag you to my house for dinner."
"Uncle Zhang, you are so polite." Mao Sandao handed over a cigarette again, "Thank you, Uncle Zhang, for the fish."
Uncle Zhang took the cigarette, waved his hand, and walked out.
"Mao Qiu'er, let's eat fish today." Mao Sandao looked at Mao Qiu'er who was amusing himself by chewing on the carton and smiled.
"Woof woof!"
Furball responded twice and continued to chew on the cardboard with his head lying on his head.
Mao Sandao walked into the kitchen, scraped off the fish scales, opened the fish belly, and cleaned out the internal organs.
Next, cut the fish into thin slices, add a little cooking wine, a little salt, some corn oil, and two egg whites.
Finally, add a little sugar, mix well, and start marinating.
That's right, he is going to make a boiled fish fillet today, which is also the only "hard dish" that he can handle.
In the meantime, he prepared some onions, ginger, garlic, star anise, peppercorns, dried chili peppers, cumin powder, pepper powder, and white sesame seeds.
Chop the onions, ginger, garlic, cut the dried chilies into small pieces, and wash the star anise and Sichuan peppercorns with water.
After the preparation process is completed, start to light the fire, heat the oil in the pan, and saute the ginger, garlic, onion, star anise, peppercorns, etc. until fragrant.
Add water and marinated fish meat. Of course, he also put the fish head in. This was specially prepared for Maoqiuer.
After the water boils, add pepper, cumin powder and salt to taste, then put everything into a large bowl.
Heat the oil again, sauté the dried chilies until fragrant, and pour it over the fish.
laugh……!
Immediately, the aroma overflowed. After Mao Sandao sprinkled white sesame seeds on it, his throat began to throb violently.
OMG!
So delicious!
Perhaps because the aroma was too strong, the fur ball jumped over, lying on the stove wall with its two front paws, barking, trying to stretch its neck to get on the stove.
It seems to want to know what is actually more delicious than its own dog food.
drop……!
drop……!
drop……!
The rice cooker has also made a beeping sound, indicating that the rice is steamed.
Mao Sandao brought a stool to the living room, wrapped the bowl in a torn rag, and put the fish on the stool.
There is only one person and one dog at home, and Mao Sandao is not particular about it, so I thought it would be okay to use a stool as a dining table.
He cleaned Maoqiu'er's iron basin, took out the fish heads and placed them inside.
After thinking about it, Mao Sandao seemed to feel that something was wrong. He carried Maoqiu'er's iron basin into the kitchen, poured water over the fish head, and then placed it on the ground.
"Fooball, eat!"
Dang, Dang, Dang!
Mao Sandao knocked on the iron basin.
Furball, who couldn't wait for a long time, heard the instruction, plunged into the iron basin, and gnawed on the fish head.
Mao Sandao filled a bowl of rice, sat by the stool, and tasted the boiled fish fillets he made by himself.
"The sun comes out and climbs the electric pole..."
At this time, the fool Zhu Dagang wandered past his door with a straw in his mouth, humming a ditty he heard from somewhere.
"Idiot, come here!"
Mao Sandao stood up and walked to the door and shouted at Zhu Dagang.
He did a rough calculation and it seemed that he hadn't seen him for several days.
Hearing the shout, Zhu Dagang turned his head, and the thick yellow snot that was about to slip into his mouth was suddenly sucked into his nostrils, and he said with a smile: "You called me?"
"Yeah." Mao Sandao walked outside the door, "Have you eaten yet?"
Zhu Dagang touched his growling stomach and shook his head.
"That's right, come and have something together." With that, Mao Sandao opened the door completely, "Eat fish."
"Okay, okay!" Zhu Dagang clapped his hands happily and almost jogged towards Mao Sandao.
Mao Sandao returned to the kitchen, served Zhu Dagang a full bowl of rice and placed it next to the stool, and then brought him a small stool.
As soon as Zhu Da walked into the door, Mao Qiu'er bared his teeth and growled at him, slowly approaching Zhu Dagang with all his limbs.
Apparently, Maoqiu'er didn't welcome him very much.
"Wow……"
Zhu Dagang was so frightened that he cried and sat down on the ground, not daring to move.
"Mao Qiu!" Mao Sandao shouted, and hurriedly stepped forward, pulled Zhu Dagang up from the ground, dusted him off, and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, I'm here, he won't bite. .”
In fact, Mao Qiu'er met Zhu Dagang, and Zhu Dagang slept in his house at that time. According to common sense, Mao Qiu'er shouldn't drive Zhu Dagang away.
Mao Sandao roughly analyzed it and concluded that Zhu Dagang, who was mentally retarded, had provoked Furball when he was not at home, so it treated him like this.
After hearing the owner's scolding, Maoqiuer slowly returned to the basin and continued to chew the fish head.
After sitting down, Mao Sandao put a lot of fish meat into Zhu Dagang's bowl, but Zhu Dagang was not polite and kept stuffing it into his mouth.
Judging from the look on his face, he must be very hungry.
Seeing Zhu Dagang devouring his food, Mao Sandao slowly put down his chopsticks, losing his appetite.
It's not that he dislikes Zhu Dagang, but he feels distressed and a little hesitant. He doesn't know how Zhu Dagang will go in the future...
In fact, Mao Sandao had thought about asking Doukui to restore his sanity, but Doukui had made it clear that everything needed to be exchanged for his soul, but Zhu Dagang had no relatives, who would be willing to exchange his soul for Zhu Dagang's "sobriety" "Woolen cloth?
Mao Sandao himself was definitely unwilling. He did not feel that he had the fearless spirit to sacrifice his life for righteousness.
Nor has he reached the lofty realm where he can give up his soul at will.
But then again, even if Zhu Dagang's mind recovers, his whole state will become like a guest in the bookstore, like a puppet.
Rather than doing this, Mao Sandao thought that Zhu Dagang might as well stay as he is now.
At least so far, he still knows some people.
Bah...!
Mao Sandao silently lit a cigarette and blew out a smoke ring, feeling inexplicably complicated in his heart.
"Look at your mouth full of food, it's so disgusting!" Mao Sandao took out a tissue and carefully wiped the oil on Zhu Dagang's mouth, "It's all yours, no one is trying to snatch it from you, so eat it slowly!"
"San... Sandao, you are so good to Dagang. Dagang likes to play with you..."
Zhu Dagang seemed to know something, and there was a trace of tears in his eyes.
Mao Sandao let out a long sigh and gently touched his head: "I know that in your heart you must also hope that someone can care about you and take care of you, but there is only so much I can do, don't blame me..."
Life is short, full of joys, gains and losses, and uncertain gatherings and separations.
Too many things are powerless. Many things are like sand in your hand. You want to hold it in your hand forever. No matter how hard you exert your force, it will eventually slip away between your fingers.
Zhu Dagang didn't seem to listen to what Mao Sandao said, and maybe he didn't understand what he was talking about. He just turned over the fish fillets in the fish bowl.
"Where have you been eating these days?" Mao Sandao asked.
Zhu Dagang pointed in a direction: "There."
There were walls all around. Mao Sandao frowned and asked, "Where is that?"
Zhu Dagang opened his greasy mouth and said with a smile: "That's Lao Zhang over there."
There were several people with the surname "Zhang" in the village. After analyzing the direction of Zhu Dagang's finger, Mao Sandao realized that the so-called "Old Zhang" in his mouth was Uncle Zhang's family.
Mao Sandao was very pleased. He felt relieved that Uncle Zhang was taking care of the fool.
He took out a piece of paper again, wiped Zhu Dagang's mouth, and asked: "Don't always call me Lao Zhang, do you know that you will call me Uncle Zhang in the future?"
Zhu Dagang turned away and pouted: "Everyone calls him Lao Zhang, so I will call him Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang!"
Mao Sandao curled his lips and said patiently: "We are juniors, and juniors should respect their elders and cannot be rude.
You see Uncle Zhang treats you so well and cooks for you. Shouldn’t we respect him even more? We must be good and sensible children, right? "
Zhu Dagang tilted his head, as if trying to understand the meaning of Mao Sandao's words.
After a while, he nodded: "Sandao is good to me, I listen to Sandao, Uncle Zhang...Uncle Zhang..."
"Well, that's good." Mao Sandao smiled, picked up the chopsticks, fished in the fish bowl, and put all the fish meat into his bowl.
