Chapter 650: Everyone is drooling with greed

However, until they ran out of steamed bun bait, they only caught two hungry little fish that blindly bit the hook.

There are no big fish, prawns or crabs at all!

At this moment, the eyes of those in the coastal defense camp finally changed when they looked at Qiao Ran and her group of "dandy boys" from the capital.

What started as ridicule and disdain turned into confusion.

They are all the same thick-faced steamed buns, so why can others catch so many fish, shrimps and crabs, but I can’t catch them myself?

Is it possible that these gentlemen really have some great secrets?

Mu Er and others, who were cleaning the fish, shrimps and crabs on the ground and preparing them for barbecue, were also curious. How did the master and Miss Qiao come up with the idea of ​​using steamed buns for fishing?

And why can they catch fish, but the people in the Haiphong camp cannot?

Mu Er was always the most arrogant one, so he asked directly.

"Master, why did you think of using steamed buns as bait? Why are we using the same steamed buns, and we can catch so many fish, but others can't?"

Mo Beihan pointed at Qiao Ran and said, "Mr. Qiao made these baits. Ask her."

All the guards looked at Qiao Ran, Mu Er's eyes were especially enthusiastic.

Qiao Ran smiled and replied vaguely: "Because I also added some things that fish and shrimp like into the steamed buns, which is better than ordinary bait."

Before Mu Er could continue to ask, Qiao Ran had already changed the topic:

"Cut and clean these fish, shrimps and crabs first, so you don't have to do anything. I will pickle them later and bake them in a quarter of an hour."

"Ah? Do you still want to pickle it? In the past, we just killed it and skewered it and grilled it. No wonder it only has a burnt and fishy smell, and it's not very delicious."

Qiao Ran smiled mysteriously: "Well, then you can taste the delicious grilled fish you have never tasted before!"

Everyone prepared the ingredients enthusiastically and filled several large pots.

Qiao Ran went back to the cabin and then came out with a small cloth bag.

When the cloth bag was opened, there were many bottles and cans, and I didn't know what they contained.

Mu Er was surprised: "Mr. Qiao, why do you bring so many things?"

Qiao Ran smiled faintly: "Because I don't want to abuse my stomach. No matter where I go, I must eat well. Even if I have less clothes, I must bring these with me."

Mu Er gave a thumbs up: "Young Master Qiao is still awesome! We didn't expect so much and only brought a few changes of clothes. If it weren't for you, our long sea voyage would have been like the last time we went out to sea. I’m going to vomit all those unpalatable meals and seafood.”

Qiao Ran pursed her lips and smiled, opened the lids of the bottles and jars, and used the small spoon inside to sprinkle the seasoning on the prepared fish.

Then stir it a little so that the fish in the basin is evenly coated with the seasoning.

The food in the evening was still not good. Each person had a bowl of fishy seafood porridge, plus two thick-faced steamed buns without salt or flavour.

In the afternoon, Mu Er and the others greeted the cooks. They didn't have to cook their dinner, but they had to borrow two charcoal stoves, iron forks and other tools.

Having cooked meals for nearly twenty people less, the cooks felt more relaxed and saved a lot of food. They just needed to consume some charcoal. After asking Lieutenant General Cheng for instructions, the cooks agreed.

Everyone in Haiphong camp knew that they were going to grill fish in the afternoon, so they all walked to the deck with basins and steamed buns to watch.

There were several long iron spits placed on top of the burning charcoal stove. Qiao Ran directed Mu Er and the others to skewer the pickled fish, shrimps and crabs onto the spits and grill them.

A familiar spicy yet tantalizing smell spread to his nose. Mu Er sneezed and pointed at the pots of fish in surprise:

"Mr. Qiao, did you bring the chili noodles? That's great! I like the spicy and spicy taste! These fish will definitely be delicious when grilled!"

"Tsk, you're making a fool of yourself! I don't know what you're trying to do. Isn't it just a blind cat that caught a dead mouse and caught so many fish? It doesn't taste the same when it's cooked? How delicious can it be?"

Some soldiers from the coastal defense battalion who were watching their actions sneered disdainfully and mocked unconvincedly.

A bigger sarcastic smile emerged from the corner of Mu Er's mouth, and he fought back:

"Tsk! Country bumpkin! If you can't eat the grapes, you'll say the grapes are sour. Don't drool so much later that you'll make people laugh!"

The soldier retorted: "Aren't grapes inherently sour? There are wild grapes in the mountains of my hometown, and those things can appease greedy children. Who among adults likes to eat those things?"

Mu Er mocked back: "How can I say that you are country bumpkins? How can the wild grapes in the mountains be compared with the purple grapes sent as tribute from the Western Regions? You are really ignorant!"

"Mu Er! You talk too much!"

Mo Bei Leng interrupted Mu Er's words.

Qiao Ran was also speechless. Isn't Mu Er trying to attract hatred?

Originally, the soldiers and generals of these coastal defense battalions had no good intentions towards people like them who came from the capital, and Mu Er wanted to show off his enjoyment in the capital. Wouldn't it make these soldiers and generals even more psychologically unbalanced?

After all, they are guarding the border in a remote place, but they are enjoying the popularity in the capital. They are already unhappy, and Mu Er wants to show off, which is too much!

Sure enough, Mu Er's words made the onlookers very angry, and they looked at them with even more displeasure.

Lieutenant General Cheng was sitting in the kitchen cabin eating. The spicy and spicy smell outside blew into the cabin along with the sea breeze, which made Lieutenant General Cheng swallow the porridge and steamed buns without any appetite. He was also tempted to swallow several times. saliva.

"Why does it smell so good?"

Vice General Cheng asked his subordinates who had just come in to get food.

The subordinates quickly replied: "Back to Lieutenant-General! Those people don't know what seasonings they used. The fish cooked is so delicious that everyone is so greedy that they are drooling."

"Come on! Isn't it just some sea fish? It's not like you haven't eaten it before. Wipe your saliva and don't embarrass me!"

"Yes! I know my mistake!"

The man quickly wiped the saliva that was about to flow from the corner of his mouth, lowered his head and went to get his food.

Lieutenant General Cheng took a few more mouthfuls of porridge, picked up the extra pieces of seafood that the cook had specially prepared for him, and put them into his mouth, cursing in his heart:

Aren’t they just fish, shrimps and crabs in the sea? He didn't know how many times he had eaten it, didn't it taste just like that? How else could it be delicious?

Do you think that if you add some spices and it smells good, it will also taste good?

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However, the fragrance outside became stronger and stronger, blowing into the cabin, causing all the soldiers to run out and gather around the two charcoal stoves.

It's like smelling more smells can make your tasteless rice porridge and steamed buns taste delicious.

Only Vice General Cheng was left sitting there in the kitchen cabin, smelling the smell and all the greedy things in his stomach were aroused.

His saliva was secreting crazily, and the steamed buns in his hand and the seafood porridge in the basin became increasingly difficult to swallow.

Vice Admiral Cheng gritted his teeth, but in the end he couldn't resist the curiosity in his heart. He pushed the basin and walked out of the cabin with half of the steamed bun in his hand, and went to the deck.