When Huo Shichu came back with a full load, Wei Qi was talking to a man about fifty years old in the yard. When he saw her coming back, he waved to her and motioned for her to come over.
"This is the village chief. He helped me a lot after I came back from my injury." Wei Qi introduced.
"Hello, village chief, thank you for taking care of Dalang before. Without you, Dalang might have died. Our family is poor and we don't have anything good to thank you for. I caught a lot of fish today and I will give them to you." Can you take two as a thank you gift?" Huo Shichu said with a smile.
I actually caught two fish, tied them with straw and handed them to the village chief.
The village chief quickly declined: "Why are you being polite to me? Dalang is my nephew who I have known since childhood. Can I really watch him being driven out of the house to die? Just keep this fish for yourself. Your situation is not very good either..."
Wei Qi glanced at Huo Shichu and said to the village chief very seriously: "Village Chief, just accept it. This is our intention. If you don't accept it, our conscience will be uneasy...or maybe you dislike this. Two fish as a thank you gift is too light?"
When the village chief heard what he said, how could he dare to refuse? Wasn't this refusal really considered too polite?
"Hey, you guys are just too polite. Since you said so, I'll accept it. If you have any difficulties in the future, you can come to your uncle and tell me. I will help in any way I can." The smile on the village chief's face became more sincere. He had helped Wei Qi before because old man Wei and the others had gone too far. He was afraid that something might really happen to Wei Qi, so he gave him some relief. Unexpectedly, Wei Qi was a grateful person and was such a good person. The village chief suddenly felt that he had no Helping the wrong person.
The village chief carried two fish home with great hospitality. Aunt Hu was about to make dinner. When she saw the fish in his hand, she asked in surprise: "Old man, have you gone to the town to buy fish?"
The village chief shook his head proudly and said with a smile: "I didn't buy it, but Wei Dalang's family insisted on giving it to me. He said he wanted to thank me for helping him. His wife is a generous and cheerful person with a good personality. , It seems that Dalang has found the right wife, and the two of them will live well in the future, and they may not be worse than others."
The village chief had a good impression of Huo Shichu. After hearing this, Aunt Hu agreed: "That boy is indeed a good boy. He doesn't dislike Dalang. Even when he goes to the market, he is still thinking about buying meat to replenish Dalang's health..."
"They are all poor people. Since they are destined to become members of our village, old man, you can take care of them more in the future. The two fishes given by his family will not be in vain..."
The village chief nodded and said, "That's natural."
Huo Shichu didn't know that just because he gave two fish as a gift, he gained favor between the village chief and his wife. Although the village chief was not a high official, he had a great status and power in the village, from the sale of fields to the ownership of house titles. Things like site selection will have to go through his hands. If he makes things difficult for you, you will only have a headache; but with his help, these things that are closely related to your own interests will definitely be handled smoothly.
After seeing off the village chief, Huo Shichu saw that there were still a lot of fish in the bucket, and said to Wei Qi: "Aunt Zhou has also helped me a lot recently, and I have to give her a few fish after I catch them. "
Wei Qi had no objection, so Huo Shichu caught a few fish and sent them to Aunt Zhou. Aunt Zhou did not agree to accept them at first, but in the end she was convinced by Huo Shichu. Huo Shichu said that he would trouble her for help in the future. If Aunt Zhou didn't accept it, Huo Shichu would not be able to bother her anymore, so Aunt Zhou accepted it.
"Wei Qi, can you use your hands? Can you help kill the fish?" Huo Shichu looked at Wei Qi who was doing nothing and asked. She has been busy all day, she can't do everything by herself, can she? She was not a maid. Wei Qi wanted to be an uncle sitting around waiting for food, but she didn't agree.
Wei Qi saw that she was looking at him with bright eyes, as if she would list many reasons endlessly if he refused, so he compromised, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Okay."
Huo Shichu immediately brought his dagger to kill the fish for him. The largest of these fish weighed less than three kilograms, so it was perfectly possible to kill them with a dagger.
While he was killing the fish, Huo Shichu washed the ginger, onions, mushrooms and other ingredients and started cooking again.
After Wei Qi had killed the fish and the rice was cooked, he began to fry the fish.
"Brush-", the fish made a loud noise when it was put down in the oil pan. Wei Qi seemed to be able to see the smoking pan, the rolled up snow-white fish meat, the slightly burnt fish skin and the tangy smell of the fish. The scent comes...
Huo Shichu stewed mushroom and fish soup, fried small fish, and made a vegetable. It was dinner for the two of them.
In order to save some money, people in the village would eat dinner before lighting the oil lamps, and Huo Shichu was no exception. She even put all the tables in the yard so that the light would be brighter.
Although there are only one vegetarian and two meat dishes, the portions are large, so even if Wei Qi has a large meal, it is enough to eat.
Every time he saw Wei Qi eating, Huo Shichu had the feeling that he was very hungry and was rushing to eat, because he ate very fast and fiercely, although his movements were not rough and annoying, and even elegant. But he ate like a war, fast, hard, and violently.
"Did you always rush to eat in the military camp?" Huo Shichu asked curiously, "Did you run out of food if you ate late?"
Wei Qi's hand holding the vegetables paused, an inexplicable light flashed through his eyes, and he soon returned to normal. He nodded and said naturally: "Yes, the meals cooked in the military camp are all rationed, but some people If someone eats quickly and eats too much, and takes up others' share, then the person with slow hands will naturally not be able to eat enough. I have been trained in the army for many years and have become accustomed to it."
He smiled at Huo Shichu, seeming a little uncomfortable, and said, "Did my eating appearance scare you?"
"That's not true, but now that you are not in the military camp but at home, no one will compete with you to eat. You can eat more slowly in the future. If you eat too fast, you will suffer from indigestion and stomachaches." Huo Shichu kindly reminded him, "You'll get stomach problems over time."
"Then I will slowly correct this problem in the future." Wei Qi said, and his eating speed indeed slowed down.
Huo Shichu's eyes immediately curled up, and she felt satisfied. She didn't care whether Wei Dalang got stomach trouble. She just didn't want to be as nervous about eating as fighting. She was easily influenced by others when eating, and Wei Dalang couldn't eat. It was so fast that she could not help but be infected quickly. How could she enjoy the delicious food? Her good cooking skills were ruined by swallowing jujubes and chewing peonies.
But he didn't know that Wei Qi was also thinking of those precarious days when he was hungry and had to eat every meal. At that time, they had no time to enjoy food and had to fill their stomachs in the shortest possible time, otherwise your food would be eaten by someone in the next second. If you rob it, you will even become the rations of other creatures. Food only truly belongs to you when you eat it. How can you have the time and mood to enjoy it slowly?
