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Chapter 297 Fried loach with pickles!

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    Lin Guo hurriedly bent down to catch it. How could he catch it? The loach entered the rice field and burrowed into the mud, and immediately it couldn't even find its shadow.

    No matter how hard Lin Guo digs out, he can't keep up with the speed of others drilling holes.

    There is a layer of mucus on the surface of this loach, which is very slippery and difficult for inexperienced people to catch.

    The loach slipped out of his hand as soon as he caught it, making Lin Guo gnash his teeth in anger!

    Fortunately, after learning a lesson and gaining experience, this situation will never happen again!

    Afterwards, He Fan and Lin Guo caught him together, and good news came frequently in the rice field.

    Those loaches that had survived the long winter fell into the hands of these two brothers.

    "That's because they are loaches from our own rice fields, and they usually drink a lot of spiritual rain. Otherwise, it would be so troublesome to touch loaches in other places. Just mix flour with spiritual energy and make fish food, and these loaches would go crazy.  Same bait.¡±

    He Fan thought secretly in his heart.

    But then I thought about it again, if the loaches from other places were definitely not as delicious as the loaches raised in my own rice fields irrigated by spiritual rain!

    This is a spiritual loach!

    If it were ordinary goods produced elsewhere, how could Lin Guo, a rich and well-informed second generation, think about coming to his door all the time to eat and drink?

    The rice, crabs, vegetables, and rice fish at home are all extraordinary.

    After a while, the bottom of the small bucket he brought was covered with more than thirty or forty fat loaches.

    He looked at the sun and saw that it was almost completely gone. Just catch a few loaches to get a taste of it. Catching so many loaches should be enough for his family to eat. He Fan took Lin Guo with him and the two of them  Climbed up from the rice fields.

    Carrying a bucket of harvest, I walked to the field where my parents were.

    Here, He Weihai and his wife have almost finished cleaning up.

    I saw Father He walking around the rice field and pulling up a handful of seedlings before going down the mountain to go home.

    When he arrived at the door of his house, Father He threw the handful of seedlings he had pulled up from the rice field directly beside the door wall, and then entered the yard.

    Lin Guo, who was walking beside He Fan, immediately said doubtfully:

    "Brother, what is Uncle He doing?"

    Ever since Father He walked around the rice field and pulled out a handful of planted seedlings, Lin Guo had been holding a lot of questions in his heart, but he was too embarrassed to ask them.

    He Fan smiled and said:

    "This is a custom in our rural areas. You know the common sense, so remember it. This means that the seedlings will recognize the door of the house, and a good harvest will come to the door!"

    This is also a saying that has been circulating in the countryside. It is said that only if you pull a handful of rice from your own rice field and throw it next to your door wall, the rice will have a good harvest.

    In fact, they are just statements with little scientific basis. Because it is a tradition, it has been passed down for many generations, and it can be regarded as a custom if it can be preserved!

    He Fan walked in with a small bucket filled with loaches. After working for a day, the loaches would need to eat more later.

    He brought the bucket of loaches directly to the kitchen.

    This thing is not easy to catch or handle. If it is not handled well, it will have an earthy smell, which will greatly affect the taste. Therefore, this kind of work has to be left to the chef at home!

    Mom first asked He Fan to fetch a bucket of well water, rinse the mud from the loaches in the bucket, and then pour out the dirty water. Then all the loaches in the bucket would be clean.  .

    The earthy smell of the loach mainly comes from the layer of mucus on the loach. As long as this layer of mucus is removed, most of the earthy smell can be removed.

    But it is difficult to rinse this thing with clean water, so a magic weapon is needed at this time.

    That¡¯s salt!

    Looking at the loaches in the bucket, He Fan couldn't help but feel a little unbearable.

    Holding a bag of salt in one hand and a bucket lid in preparation for brewing in the other.

    "Amitabha, I am not being cruel, I am just a little hungry!"

    Lin Guo on the side saw this and asked again:

    "Brother, what are you doing? This bucket is so deep, can these loaches still jump out?"

    He Fan rolled his eyes at this guy but said nothing.

    This guy will know it later.

    ¡°Then he tilted the salt bag in his hand, and a large pinch of fine white salt fell into the bucket. Then, He Fan quickly closed the lid of the bucket.?And press it hard.

    He kept chanting "Amitabha"!

    The moment the loaches in the bucket came into contact with the salt, they all rioted, as if they were dancing with passion. Suddenly, a dull sound sounded in the bucket, like dense drumbeats.

    It¡¯s all the sound made by the collision between the bodies of these loaches and the walls of the barrel!

    He Fan¡¯s hand holding down the bucket lid also felt a considerable impact. It was the force generated by these loaches, unable to bear the pain, jumping up and hitting the bucket lid.

    If you don¡¯t hold it down with your hands, this force can definitely flip the lid over!

    Lin Guo on the side was stunned and realized something:

    ¡°My dear, you are so cruel!¡±

    ¡°You¡¯re cruel, don¡¯t eat it later!¡±

    He Fan, the big butcher, couldn't bear it, and he said in a very unhappy tone when he was sighed by Lin Guo.

    After a while, the movement in the barrel gradually subsided.

    It was only then that He Fan opened the lid of the bucket. At this time, the loaches in the bucket were already motionless, almost dead.

    Even if there are only one or two left, they are just hanging on and dying!

    In fact, the layer of mucus on the surface of the loach is secreted by its auxiliary respiratory system. When this layer of mucus encounters salt, it will dry out quickly.

    When this layer of mucus dries out, these loaches can no longer breathe.

    That¡¯s why the loach reacts so badly when it encounters salt.

    The next step is simple, just use coarse salt to rub off the gradually dry surface of the loaches.

    In this way, the mucus of the loach is almost removed, and it can be washed again with well water.

    In the large iron pot, water has been boiled. Pour in the processed loach and blanch the water.

    The time does not need to be too long, one or two minutes is enough. When you fish it out, you will see a yellow-white film on the surface of the loach.

    Once this film is torn off, the earthy smell of the loach will be completely eliminated.

    This is a delicate job.

    But if you want to eat delicious food, you can't do it without putting in effort. At that moment, He Fan and Lin Guo began to carefully tear off the film on the surface of these loaches.

    Finally, it was time for my mother to perform.

    ??Put a tablespoon of rapeseed oil into the pot, then grab a handful of pickles that were pickled last year from the earthen jar, put them into the pot and stir-fry, and in an instant, those pickles became oily!

    It looks very appetizing, and the salty and fresh aroma comes out immediately.

    Finally, when the loach was put out of the pot, it unleashed an endless fragrance that made both He Fan and Lin Guo salivate and sniffle when they smelled it!

    This oily pickle is a perfect match for this loach.  When fried together, the flavor is amazing!  Whether it's a bowl of porridge in the morning or fragrant rice at noon, as long as it's paired with fried loach with pickles, it's so comforting!

    With just this one dish, He Fan could eat several large bowls of rice.

    When the loach was served, my mother stir-fried some home-cooked vegetables.

    He Fan and Lin Guo had already been holding a large bowl filled with rice, standing in front of the Eight Immortals table and started eating.

    A chopstick of oily pickles, a whole loach, put it directly into the bowl, and a big mouthful of rice, the taste is amazing!

    Although loach is delicious, it is generally difficult to taste in a refined way.

    It is usually served as a home-cooked dish.

    Naturally, a prince like Lin Guo had never tasted this taste. What¡¯s more, the loaches in the rice fields of He Fan¡¯s family were not ordinary loaches, but spiritual loaches that grew up drinking spiritual rain.

    Soon, the bottom of the big bowl of rice was gone, and it was still unfinished.

    Another big bowl of rice was served.

    The two of them ate so much that their mouths were full of oil and they were hooked!  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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