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Chapter 58

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    After lunch, my mother gave me a task: keep an eye on the fish in the basin.

    Once a fish appears abnormal, it should be fished out immediately and put aside.

    If it can be rescued, it will be rescued, and if it cannot be rescued, it will be killed.

    After receiving the task, I went to see the crucian carp in the basin from time to time, for fear that they would not survive the afternoon.

    Under the tense and exciting environment, the sun gradually set to the west, announcing that today's time has passed 2.5 quarters.

    "Are any of the fish dead?" My dad had already finished work, took off his gloves and walked over.

    "No, they are all alive." I stared at the fish in the basin, checked again, and said, "Dad, did you finish work so early today?"

    "Well, I only made one pot of mortar in the afternoon. If I make another pot, it will be too late and there is no time." Seeing that the fish was still alive, my dad stopped talking and went to wash his hands while walking.

    I originally thought that my dad would start killing fish after washing his hands, but it didn't.

    He sat on the chair and read the novel.

    "Dad, don't you kill the fish?" I still couldn't help expressing my doubts.

    "It's too early now. The fish will not be fresh when it is cooked at night. Crucian carp should be eaten fresh, otherwise it will not taste good. Wait for an hour before killing it"

    "There are so many fish, will there be time?" Didn't the uncle say that there are seven or eight catties, and it will take more than two hours to do it.

    "It's very fast. When the next kill comes, you can come and help." Seeing that my dad still didn't intend to do anything, I had no choice but to find something else to play with first.

    After I went back and forth to observe the vital signs of the fish three times, I finally saw my dad get up.

    He went to the bathroom!  I'm dizzy!  Isn't it good to kill fish?

    Staring at the fish in the basin full of tears, I wonder if I can eat you tonight, hey.

    The father who went back and forth, did not continue to sit on the chair, but went to the kitchen.

    Pots, scissors, and knives, I finally felt relieved when I saw my father coming with tools.

    It seems that they are ready to kill!

    "You go and move two small stools here" My dad just squatted down and found it inconvenient, so he asked me to move the stools.

    Take the stool, sit next to it, and prepare to see how to kill the fish.

    I saw my dad gently lift the big basin, slowly pour the water inside out, and put the basin back only after the fish basically came out of the water.

    Stretching out his hand to grab a crucian carp, he threw it hard on the ground, with a "slap", the crucian carp was knocked unconscious on the ground and stopped struggling.

    Dad picked up the crucian carp, pressed the body of the fish with one hand, and scraped it repeatedly from the tail to the head with a knife in the other hand.

    After scraping one side, quickly turn it over and continue to scrape off the fish scales on the other side.

    Put down the knife, pick up the scissors, poke in from under the belly of the fish, cut open the belly of the fish, and dig out the internal organs inside.  Put the excavated viscera aside and throw them away together later.

    I heard that cats like to eat fish, but there are no cats here, so there is no need to keep the internal organs.

    After removing the internal organs, open both sides of the fish head, dig out the gills and throw them away.

    In this way, one fish is basically finished.

    After reading it once, I also wanted to help kill the fish, but my dad stopped me.

    "The smell of fish is very strong, it's not easy to wash after you get it on." Under my father's repeated dissuasion, I decided to take another look. After all, I am still not familiar with the whole process of killing fish.

    After seeing the scale-scraping and gill removal of three fish, I mustered up the courage and decided to give it a try.

    "Dad, I want to help too." This time, Dad didn't stop me. After getting his consent, I stared carefully at the crucian carp in the basin.

    After spotting the target, he grabbed a medium-sized fish with both hands, raised it above his head, and threw it hard.

    very good!  The fish has fainted.

    I quickly picked up the fish, rinsed it, and started scraping the scales.

    The slippery body of the fish is particularly difficult to scratch, and I am afraid that I will scratch myself if I use too much force.

    In the rough hands and feet, I finally shaved one side, and when I turned it over to shave, the fish seemed to wake up.

    "Dad, what's the matter? The fish seems to be waking up." The nervousness filled my nerves. I thought he would let me throw the fish again.

    Without further ado, my dad leaned over to me, held the body of the fish with one hand, held the knife in the other, aimed at the head of the fish and backed it down.

    "Okay, now it won't wake up."

    ?It seems that ginger is still old and spicy, and killing fish still requires a lot of skills, which I just learnedone move.

    Hold the crucian carp that fainted again, and slowly scrape the other side clean.

    Following my dad's method, after cleaning the fish belly and fish head, I finally finished cleaning a fish.

    The father and son squatted by the river at the door, handling crucian carp one by one.

    And my technique of killing fish and scraping scales has gradually become proficient, and I am not as flustered as I was at the beginning.

    After everything was cleaned up, I took the internal organs and dumped them.

    My dad poured all the fish into the big basin and began to clean them one by one.

    This time, the washing is very fine, including the connection between the fish head and the fish body, and a small scale has been removed.

    "Ren Tao, bring the fish to your mother and take it to the kitchen" After half a pot, I brought the fish and walked to the kitchen.

    My mother, who had already cut the side dishes, took the fish bowl in my hand and put it aside.

    Take out the fish one by one, place them on the cutting board, put a flower knife on both sides, and then put them into another basin.

    Mince ginger, cut scallions into small pieces, white wine, salt, pepper, and pepper, and put them in the pot in turn.

    After stirring evenly with both hands, marinate to taste.

    I couldn't help, so I could only stand by, trying to remember every detail of how my mother cooked the fish.

    After packing everything up, my mother raised her hand and glanced at her watch. It was almost half past five.

    So, she first fried two vegetarian dishes. After the vegetarian dishes were cooked, I took them out and put them on the dining table, and then hurried back to see how she cooked crucian carp.

    After the pot is hot, pour in a lot of oil, put the crucian carp one by one into the pot, and fry until the skin is golden, then remove it.

    Leave a little base oil in the pot, add watercress, pickled cabbage, pickled peppers, ginger, garlic and green onions in turn.

    After frying fragrant, pour in the celery knots, and then add a small piece of hot pot base material. After the base material is fried, add half a pot of water.

    Add a handful of dried chilies and a handful of dried peppercorns, cover the pot, and wait for it to boil.

    After the water boils, put in the fried fish one by one, cover the lid, and let it sit for a few minutes.

    After stuffing, add salt, soy sauce, a little bit of vinegar, sugar, and monosodium glutamate into the pot one by one.

    Hook a little water starch, sprinkle celery leaves and green onion, and serve!  Pot!

    Yes, it is fish in a basin!  A large iron basin, very shocking, very domineering.

    After pouring all the fish in the pot into the pot, my mother sprinkled a handful of chili noodles, a pinch of pepper noodles, a little minced garlic and chopped green onion in the middle of the pot.

    "Get out of the way, I will burn you" My mother came from the kitchen with the hot oil in the pan, and I quickly avoided.

    Pour the boiling hot oil into the pot, and with the sound of "Zi La~!", the aroma of oil, chili and peppercorns immediately permeates the whole room.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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