Next door and next door, a figure sneaked into the yard from outside the wall. The three-meter-high stone wall seemed to be nothing, and it fell to the ground casually.
"Gooji!"
Unfortunately, the ground beneath my feet was not thick, and it made an unpleasant sound like it was sinking into mud.
Uncle Hu and Song Laohan each held a double-pronged harpoon and looked at him with interest.
Lin Chou was in a state of embarrassment. There were moss and some kind of slimy aquatic plants hanging on his shoes, and he walked out of the knee-deep pile of kelp.
"Linzi, what are you doing?"
Uncle Tiger picked up a pile of kelp and shook it. Several small blue fish with long fingers fell out and he threw them into another small pile.
Song Laohan had a strange expression on his face, "He was caught on the spot? Brother Hu has been gone for many years, what's so scary? No, Calabash's mother... lives over there!"
Lin Chou vomited three liters of blood.
Uncle Hu chuckled, "You're just talking nonsense, hurry up, this is all you have left, hurry up and get to work."
Song Laohan scratched his head and said, "Okay."
"Uncle Tiger, what is this? Let me help you get it!"
Uncle Hu waved his hand, "No, last night I helped unload the kelp at the dock. I took whatever kelp I wanted without paying any wages. I loaded a cart with each person and came back. Hey... I brought a lot of small fish and shrimps with me. Let's stew them at night." It’s a pot of small fish sauce! White meat doesn’t count as meat! I was about to call you, but I ended up climbing over the wall!”
"What's wrong with you?"
This time it was Lin Chou's turn to scratch his head, "It's okay... I'm just hiding, it's really going to kill me."
Uncle Hu never talked much. He made a few hey and worked silently, and Song Laohan also sped up his movements.
After a while, all the kelp was shaken off, and the fish, shrimp, and crabs were piled into a small pile. Song Laohan took his share home.
Mingguang is close to the sea, and there are four relatively large docks outside the city. Ordinary people can pick up a lot of kelp and sea vegetables every day if they are brave and careful.
Not so with fish and shrimp, as the safety area near the dock has been contracted by some businessmen.
As for going to sea...the price of motorized transportation is simply too high.
There were not many fish and shrimps, only about five or six kilograms, and the largest ones were only as long as a finger.
Uncle Tiger took a big basin and prepared to pack these small things.
There is a lot of gravel in the sea, so it is best to remove the internal organs of small fish, otherwise the taste will be affected.
Lin Chou also helped, hanging off the fish scales, emptying the fish's belly, rinsing it with water and throwing it into the basin. The crabs and shrimps were so small that they were translucent and did not need to be handled at all.
The stove for cooking was set up directly in the yard, and it burned wood. It was so red that it made people's faces burn.
Heat oil in a large pot, add homemade bean paste and sauté until fragrant. Pour the prepared fish and shrimp into the pot, and the green flames will start to appear.
The flame carries the strong aroma of soy sauce and the salty seafood, burning and separating in the air, turning into fragrant cooking smoke. Finally, add Mrs. Hu's dark soy sauce, pour in the water that has covered the fish and shrimp, and cover it.
Uncle Hu took two large bowls of flour into a thick slurry in a basin. After the fish pot came to a boil, he opened the lid and poured the mash evenly along the edge of the pot. He closed the lid without looking.
The movements are not sloppy at all, just like a lonely journey to the end of the world with a sword, and have a sense of chivalrous tenderness.
"That's it, Uncle Tiger has nothing to entertain you. A few years ago, he only got half a pot of kettle of knives, and we'll have a full gulp later."
Lin Chou sighed, "Okay! Uncle Hu, are Erhu still at Qinshan Martial Arts School?"
Uncle Hu had a smile on his face, "That melon is a coward and very timid. The garrison came here a few days ago and took a fancy to him."
"so small?"
Uncle Hu gritted his teeth and said, "If this coward has to crack his bones hard, he doesn't have any strong manly strength in his body. How can this be done?"
Lin Chou couldn't help but silently mourn for Erhu for a second. He had received countless whips and sticks from Uncle Hu since he was a child. He saw that he had grown up to be a young man and was tossed to work as a cow in the garrison.
The humerus of the garrison is extremely strong. Even if the pink newcomers have never faced the beast tide and the sea of corpses, the amount of training every day is probably not something that a kid as big as Erhu can bear.
"Okay, let's eat!"
Uncle Hu dug out a black iron kettle from somewhere in the wall and shook it, making the sound of water gurgling.
"The knives that were burned at 76 degrees have been stored for three years. I don't know if they smell like they have run away."
Ice steam came out from between the teeth, "How much, how many degrees?"
He took two benches and sat down directly by the stove. As soon as Uncle Hu opened the lid of the pot, the hot steam and aroma hit his face.
"Just use the fish sauce when making pancakes! Try it!"
The poured batter solidifies evenly along the edge of the pot, and as the steam from the small fish sauce rises, the surface forms a light yellow color, making it shiny.
The fish sauce is thick with water and rich in oil. The red sauce is dotted with tiny red shrimps and crabs. It smells fragrant and full of flavor.
Uncle Tiger cut the ring-shaped potstickers into several large pieces with a knife, "Burrito, let's eat!"
"okay."
Lin Chou ran a small restaurant from Pythagorean Alley to the wilderness, but no one really cooked a meal for him - Sister-in-law Hu was an exception. Lin Chou didn't even eat a few bites yesterday, and now his stomach is full. It was still empty.
The inside of the pot stickers is slightly black and the upper surface is slightly yellow. It makes a crisp sound when held in the hand. With a few chopsticks, the small fish sauce is roughly rolled into a cylindrical shape.
"Crack, hiss!"
The pot stickers are crispy on one side and tough on the other. They are rolled with steaming fish sauce. When you bite into it, the tender and juicy fish sauce bursts out of juice in the crispy roll. Two extremely different tastes bloom in your mouth at the same time. , and the toughness of the pot stickers makes them chewy and extremely plump.
"Drink!"
Uncle Hu drank a big gulp of it himself and threw the iron pot to Lin Chou.
"Okay, Uncle Tiger, I respect you...hiss...hiccups."
Drinking the 76-degree spirit is like fire burning in your mouth. A line of fire goes straight down from your throat and intensifies in your belly, igniting the bright red blood in every blood vessel in your body like magma.
Lin Chou swallowed the food in his hands, and his eyes seemed to be covered by a mist, "It's delicious, it's delicious..."
Uncle Hu smiled and nodded slightly as he watched Lin Chou eat deliciously, "Old Lin has a good son!"
"Did you come back this time about the Xue family?"
"Hiccup...Uncle Tiger, how did you know?" Lin Chou's eyes turned red from the alcohol.
The kind of cigarettes given by Huang Dashan... It seems good if I get one now? ?
Lin Chou listened vaguely, "The Xue family...has only a skin...Yanfu...but...a lackey...live...".
It fell to the ground and was broken into pieces.
Uncle Tiger twitched his lips and said, "Smelly boy."
He drained the wine from the pot in one gulp, picked up one of Lin Chou's legs and threw him into the side room.
Putting on an animal skin waistcoat, he hummed and left the yard.
After a while, Uncle Tiger's roar came from outside, "Song Laohan, are you dead? Go to work!"
