Chapter 007
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Yan Ruo You Ya
As the sun was setting, the father and son walked briskly back to their thatched hut. Taking advantage of the time when the two buns were changing, Ling Jingxuan screwed the barrel into the kitchen. The iron pot, a few broken pots on the stove, and the sparse firewood were nothing. With a sigh, Ling Jingxuan put the wooden barrel in the center of the kitchen, and went to the backyard to dry the clothes before starting to process the fish.
"Father, I want to eat a big lump."
The little bun rushed in, squatted in front of him and gestured excitedly, staring at the big carp whose scales had been peeled off in his hand with glowing eyes.
"Isn't such a big one enough for you? Where's your brother?"
He was sure that the fish was big enough to catch it.
"My brother went to the backyard to dry the clothes. He said he would bring some firewood by the way. Dad, have you eaten all the fish tonight?"
"Otherwise? You can't store it in this weather, right? And the fish tastes good when it's fresh, and it will stink after a long time."
"But……"
The small nose and small eyes were wrinkled together, and the pain between the eyebrows could not be concealed. Before Ling Jingxuan had time to express his doubts, the big bun came in with a bundle of firewood: "Father, why do you want to eat all the good things at once? , such a big fish can be eaten for several days after being salted."
"what?"
Ling Jingxuan was dumbfounded, and he paused when he handled the fish. As for saving to such an extent?
"Father, I'm not talking about you, you are too bad at living."
It seems that he didn't notice his black line. The big bun didn't stop chattering, and the little bun who was squatting opposite kept nodding, obviously agreeing with his brother's opinion. Ling Jingxuan felt ashamed. son?Why was he being taught a lesson by his son as a father?Isn't it just a fish, if they like him, they will release the Crescent Lake and let them eat enough, as for saying that?
This is not the most tragic thing, when they started cooking, Ling Jingxuan realized just how stingy and stingy the big bun really is.
"Father, our family only has that spoonful of oil, how can you use it all?"
"Father, didn't I tell you not to cook everything..."
"Father, there is too much salt, it's very expensive!"
"father……"
Finally, as long as Ling Jingxuan heard the word father, he couldn't help urinating frequently and trembling all over. He finally made a pot of delicious wild vegetable fish soup, and when he put it in a big earthen pot, he was going to make some wild vegetable corn paste At that time, the big bun who had been in charge of burning the fire rushed over and opened his arms to block him, ignoring his suspicious eyes, turned around and hugged the clay pot containing cornmeal: "Father, you have cooked so many fish, you can't do it anymore For the rest, this little cornmeal was secretly brought over by your sick grandma, so you can’t waste it, let’s just eat fish tonight.”
Big Baozi's flesh hurts, every word and every word is heartbroken, as if Ling Jingxuan has done something unreasonable for many days, which made black lines all over his forehead, and after a long time, he said cautiously: "Well, son , fish is a vegetable, we always have some staple food, don’t we?”
How could anyone be so stingy?
"What kind of food is the staple food, as long as it can fill your stomach, Dad, you are not allowed to think about cornmeal anymore."
The big bun had a look of contempt on his face, holding the crock tightly with both hands, his eyes couldn't help turning red, he seemed afraid that he would rush over to grab it.
"Daddy, just listen to your brother. We don't have much food left. When the rice is harvested in the village next month, I'll pick up the ears of rice for you and let you cook some brown rice, okay?"
The little bun pulled his clothes, raised his head and said innocently, Ling Jingxuan felt sore, the previous slander disappeared completely, he put down the pot decisively and squatted down: "No need, Daddy will work hard to make money, let you Let's all eat white rice, let's eat fish today."
After all, it's all about poverty.
"Ah."
The little bun nodded heavily, and the big bun heard that he had finally given up and no longer had the idea of making cornmeal. Eating some wild vegetable corn paste is like fighting a war, the gap is too big.
Wild fish does not have such a strong fishy smell as farmed fish. Although they don’t have much seasoning, no, it should be said that there is basically no seasoning, but Ling Jingxuan put a lot of Houttuynia cordata in it to add fragrance and completely remove the fishy smell. , the father and son sat around the table in the middle of the main room and ate a delicious meal. The big buns that were stingy with all kinds of grievances before were also full of satisfaction. The three fathers and sons all ate a round belly, even the soup They all drank cleanly.
"Father, I want to eat a big lump."
The little bun rushed in, squatted in front of him and gestured excitedly, staring at the big carp whose scales had been peeled off in his hand with glowing eyes.
"Isn't such a big one enough for you? Where's your brother?"
He was sure that the fish was big enough to catch it.
"My brother went to the backyard to dry the clothes. He said he would bring some firewood by the way. Dad, have you eaten all the fish tonight?"
"Otherwise? You can't store it in this weather, right? And the fish tastes good when it's fresh, and it will stink after a long time."
"But……"
The small nose and small eyes were wrinkled together, and the pain between the eyebrows could not be concealed. Before Ling Jingxuan had time to express his doubts, the big bun came in with a bundle of firewood: "Father, why do you want to eat all the good things at once? , such a big fish can be eaten for several days after being salted."
"what?"
Ling Jingxuan was dumbfounded, and he paused when he handled the fish. As for saving to such an extent?
"Father, I'm not talking about you, you are too bad at living."
It seems that he didn't notice his black line. The big bun didn't stop chattering, and the little bun who was squatting opposite kept nodding, obviously agreeing with his brother's opinion. Ling Jingxuan felt ashamed. son?Why was he being taught a lesson by his son as a father?Isn't it just a fish, if they like him, they will release the Crescent Lake and let them eat enough, as for saying that?
This is not the most tragic thing, when they started cooking, Ling Jingxuan realized just how stingy and stingy the big bun really is.
"Father, our family only has that spoonful of oil, how can you use it all?"
"Father, didn't I tell you not to cook everything..."
"Father, there is too much salt, it's very expensive!"
"father……"
Finally, as long as Ling Jingxuan heard the word father, he couldn't help urinating frequently and trembling all over. He finally made a pot of delicious wild vegetable fish soup, and when he put it in a big earthen pot, he was going to make some wild vegetable corn paste At that time, the big bun who had been in charge of burning the fire rushed over and opened his arms to block him, ignoring his suspicious eyes, turned around and hugged the clay pot containing cornmeal: "Father, you have cooked so many fish, you can't do it anymore For the rest, this little cornmeal was secretly brought over by your sick grandma, so you can’t waste it, let’s just eat fish tonight.”
Big Baozi's flesh hurts, every word and every word is heartbroken, as if Ling Jingxuan has done something unreasonable for many days, which made black lines all over his forehead, and after a long time, he said cautiously: "Well, son , fish is a vegetable, we always have some staple food, don’t we?”
How could anyone be so stingy?
"What kind of food is the staple food, as long as it can fill your stomach, Dad, you are not allowed to think about cornmeal anymore."
The big bun had a look of contempt on his face, holding the crock tightly with both hands, his eyes couldn't help turning red, he seemed afraid that he would rush over to grab it.
"Daddy, just listen to your brother. We don't have much food left. When the rice is harvested in the village next month, I'll pick up the ears of rice for you and let you cook some brown rice, okay?"
The little bun pulled his clothes, raised his head and said innocently, Ling Jingxuan felt sore, the previous slander disappeared completely, he put down the pot decisively and squatted down: "No need, Daddy will work hard to make money, let you Let's all eat white rice, let's eat fish today."
After all, it's all about poverty.
"Ah."
The little bun nodded heavily, and the big bun heard that he had finally given up and no longer had the idea of making cornmeal. Eating some wild vegetable corn paste is like fighting a war, the gap is too big.
Wild fish does not have such a strong fishy smell as farmed fish. Although they don’t have much seasoning, no, it should be said that there is basically no seasoning, but Ling Jingxuan put a lot of Houttuynia cordata in it to add fragrance and completely remove the fishy smell. , the father and son sat around the table in the middle of the main room and ate a delicious meal. The big buns that were stingy with all kinds of grievances before were also full of satisfaction. The three fathers and sons all ate a round belly, even the soup They all drank cleanly.
