Song Tan Jishi

   It’s not that Seventh Cousin is meticulous in his work, it’s that some of the two buckets of small river prawns are too small.

  Their local prawns are not big in size, and the most mature ones are not even as thick as an adult's little finger.

  Now, among the ones in the bucket, the big ones are close to the fingertips, but there are more densely packed small ones, even the tails and whiskers are only one centimeter long!

  If the big and the small are put into the pot together, the heat will be in a mess, right?

   Seventh Cousin can't bear it.

   Fortunately, Aunt Lianhua is quick at work, so she immediately understood what Seventh Cousin said.

  At the moment, I am sitting on the small bench with Seventh Grandma, fishing out claw by claw, picking for the last time while fishing.

   Wait until the selection is correct, then put it in the clear water basin aside, and sieve it later.

  However, just as the bucket was picked, Tang Xiaodong and Qi Lin came back carrying another bucket.

   This time, I saw that there were small white fish about ten centimeters inside! Dense and full of vitality.

  The white and delicate fish scales shone extraordinarily vivid under the sunlight in the morning, and it was delicious to look at!

   Now, Professor Song couldn't sit still anymore, so he simply moved over with a stool and a knife:

   "Let me help too."

  Ulan quickly stopped him: "Oh, don't, don't hurt your hands later."

  Professor Song laughed, a rare pride welled up in his heart, and now he spread out his palms for her to see:

   "As far as I have calluses on my hands, it's two different things if I don't cut them with a knife!"

  Can't you?

  His knuckles are thick, his skin is slightly dark, and a thick layer of calluses is visible to the naked eye on the palm of his finger. He really looks like he has done hard work.

   Now, Ulan was speechless, and just looked at him with a little admiration:

   "You are all so capable, and you still work so hard!"

  She herself is a farmer, and it doesn't matter if a farmer has been farming all her life, but Professor Song in front of her has been in the news!

   It is said that people who live in a big villa want to be famous and profitable, and they are willing to deal with mud...

  In Ulan's simple mind, this kind of person is worthy of respect.

  Professor Song smiled freely: "I have worked so hard for many years before I am so capable."

   "Besides, we eat and drink at home every day, and now it's nothing to help, I can kill fish..."

   While talking, he nimbly slid the knife on the belly of the fish, and before the blood gushed out, his fingers deftly poked in to dig out the internal organs...

  Professor Song thinks that although he seldom kills fish, his movements are smooth and smooth.

But when he raised his head, he saw that Ulan, who was sitting across from him, didn't even use any tools. He simply pinched the head of the little fish, and then pressed his two thumbs slightly on the belly of the fish. Easily tore a hole...

   As if aware of his gaze, Ulan raised his head and smiled shyly: "We country people clean up the fish in a rough way..."

  Professor Song laughed dumbfoundedly.

  At this moment, I simply stopped watching, but buried myself in my own work.

   I don't know how long it took, but when he came back to his senses, the whole yard began to be filled with a delicious aroma.

  The fragrance did not burst out suddenly, but in wisps and wisps. At first it came along with the wind, and soon it drifted silently and domineeringly across the yard.

  When everyone realizes, every breath is full of the kind of fragrance that covers the head and covers the face in all directions.

"This is…"

  Professor Song raised his head.

   It happened that Tang Xiaodong and Qi Lin came in with buckets again. As soon as they entered the yard, they couldn't help shouting: "It smells so good, it smells so good! I smelled it halfway, I almost couldn't move my legs!"

   "Is it fragrant?"

   Seventh Cousin stood at the door of the kitchen, his face full of pride:

"I just said that the water in this pond is good, and it is very good to raise this kind of small fish and shrimp! I am not willing to let Tan Tan sell it-you smell it, this shrimp is dried like this without putting anything, the smell is also Absolutely!"

   "Go back and add a few grains to the soup, stir-fry and cook, so you can't swallow it all with your tongue?"

   As he spoke, he hurried back to stare at the fire—

   This kind of small shrimp has to be baked slowly with low heat, without water or oil. Together with the temperature, the whole shrimp will take on a wonderful reddish-brown color.

  Actually, because it is dried, there is still a little bit of black in the red, which is not good-looking in terms of appearance.

  But whoever smells its fragrance will not pay attention to the appearance at all at the moment!

  The shrimps are roasted very quickly, even with a low fire, Seventh Cousin will quickly put out a bowl of the first cooked ones in the center. Then took a spoon:

   "Come here, let's have a taste, and I'll see if I need to add some salt."

   What are you waiting for?

  Tang Xiaodong and Qi Lin threw the bucket in their hands, rubbed their hands with soap without saying anything crazy, and then queued up in front of Seventh Cousin.

   "I'll try it, I'll try it!"

  Two big and small boys are scrambling to be the first to open their mouths, like chicks waiting to be fed, they look like they are greedy!

   Cousin Seven was really planning to stuff them in their mouths with a spoon, but now I see that these two are willing to let go...

   Hot eyes!

  He had to scoop out a spoonful quickly:

   "Stretch out your hand, put it in your palm, and wait for me to feed you."

   Then each person gave a spoon.

  …

   Have you ever eaten instant noodles?

  Old-fashioned, the kind of instant noodles that need to be poured into the seasoning.

  When I was a child, when there was only a little residue left in the bag after eating, it was inevitable to pour it into the palm, and there were some scattered seasonings...

  At this time, like a pangolin sticking out its tongue and licking——

  In short, Professor Song couldn't see how the two students were eating.

but-

   "Oh my god, my god!!"

  The two old men are so delicious that they are about to cry:

   "Why is it so fresh? Why is it so fresh? Is this the taste of small river prawns?"

   Seventh Cousin also asked: "Do you want to sprinkle some salt?"

  However, the two people in front of them are full of delicious food, with the food in their hands and the food in their mouths. One is more happy than the other, and none of them cares about answering him at all.

have to!

  The little old man withdrew his bowl, thinking that this kind of professional work should not be entrusted to these laymen.

  Going back, I took a spoonful and tasted it myself-well, it’s really fresh! But it is indeed a little bit weak, let's sprinkle some salt.

   Later at noon, I can save a plate to make a salt and pepper small river prawn.

   Looked at the pot beside Grandma Seven again:

   "There are quite a few big ones! Wait until you have enough for a pot, let's drain the water too, I'll fry it in oil."

  Yan Ran, who was still working diligently by the pond:…

   "These two, why did you give me a fish and didn't come back for so long?"

  She looked at the sun in the sky, and then at the record in her hand:

   "Uncle, it weighs more than three hundred catties, can your car be taken away today?"

   "Tan Tan said, it's fine if you can't pull it away, we can eat it ourselves, so don't worry about it!"

  Old Zhao:...

  What burden? What burden can he have?

  His only burden is why the little fish and shrimp refuse to sell it!

  I have been dozing off a lot lately, it seems that I have to make up for those who have not slept well in the past few years.

Good night!

  Supplement: No update on 5.10.