Doomsday Pavilion

Next door and next door, a figure sneaked into the yard from outside the wall, and the three-meter-high stone wall fell to the ground as if nothing was left.

"Grumbling!"

It's a pity that the ground is not thick, and there is an unpleasant sound like sinking into silt.

Uncle Hu and Song Laohan both held a double-toothed harpoon and looked at him with interest.

It was an embarrassment for Lin Chou, with moss and some slimy aquatic plants hanging on the upper, coming out of the knee-deep kelp pile.

"Linzi, what is this for?"

Uncle Tiger picked up a pile of kelp and shook, and a few finger-long blue fish fell out and were thrown into another pile by him.

Song Laohan had a weird expression, "I was arrested on the scene? Hu Dage hasn't been for many years. What's so scary? No, Calabash's mother... home is there!"

Lin Chou vomited three liters of blood.

Uncle Hu hesed, "Bullly chewing his tongue, hurry up, there is only this left, hurry up and work."

Old Han Song scratched his head, "Good."

"Uncle Tiger, is this? I will help you!"

Uncle Tiger waved his hand, "No, last night I unloaded the kelp from the pier. I didn’t pay for the kelp. I loaded the kelp with a cart and came back. Hey... I brought a lot of small fish and shrimp. It's a pot of small fish sauce! White meat is not considered meat! I was about to call you, but I overturned the wall!"

"What's wrong with you?"

This time it was Lin Chou's turn to scratch his head, "It's okay...just hide, it's horrible."

Uncle Hu hadn't talked much, he hesitated a few times, and worked silently, Song Laohan also quickened his actions.

In a short while, all the kelp was shaken off, the fish, shrimps and crabs were piled into a small pile, and Song Laohan took his share home.

Mingguang is close to the sea, and there are four larger piers outside the city. Ordinary people are more courageous and careful, and they can pick up a lot of seaweed and seaweed every day.

Fish and shrimps are not enough. The safe areas near the pier have been contracted by some merchants.

As for going to sea... the price of motor vehicles is too high.

There are not many fish and shrimps, only five or six kilograms, the biggest is just the finger length.

Uncle Hu took a big basin and prepared to pack these little things.

The sea is mostly grit, and it is best to get rid of the internal organs of small fish, otherwise it will affect the taste.

Lin Chou also followed to help, hung up the fish scales, squeezed the fish's belly, rinsed them with water, and threw them in the basin. The crabs and shrimps were so small that they were translucent and didn't need to be treated at all.

The cooking stove was built directly in the yard, the wood was burned, and the hot red and straight roast made the human face hot.

After cleaning the oil in the big pot, directly add the homemade miso to sauté the fragrance. The processed fish and shrimp are poured into the pot, and the green flames burst out.

The flame entrained the thick sauce and the salty seafood, burned and separated in the air, turned into a fragrant cooking smoke, and finally added the black soy sauce from Dasao Hu's house, poured into the water without fish and shrimp, and covered it.

Uncle Hu used a basin to live two large bowls of flour into a thick slurry. After the fish pot boiled, open the lid and pour the slurry evenly along the sides of the pot, and close the lid without seeing it.

A set of actions is not sloppy, like a lonely journey in the world with a sword, with its own chivalrous tenderness.

"You will be there soon, Uncle Tiger has nothing to entertain you. A few years ago, I got half a pot of burning knives, and our father will take a bite later."

Lin Chou sighed, "Okay! Uncle Tiger, Erhu is still in Qinshan Wushu School?"

There was a smile on Uncle Hu's face, "That melancholy, very timid, the garrison came the other day, and he took a fancy to him."

"so small?"

Uncle Hu said with his teeth tense, "This melancholy will have to frustrate his bones, and he doesn't have any hard manpower. How can this be done?"

Lin Chou couldn't help mourning silently for a second of Erhu's baby. He suffered countless lashes and sticks from Uncle Tiger since he was young.

The defensive army's humerus extremely steel, even if a newcomer who has never faced a sea of ​​beasts and corpses before, the amount of training every day, I am afraid that a baby as big as Erhu can not bear it.

"It's done, eat!"

Uncle Hu pulled out a black iron kettle from a crack in the wall, shook it, and made a splash of water.

"The 76-degree burned knife has been left for three years. I don't know if it's gone."

Swishing from between the teeth, icy air, "more, how much?"

Taking two benches and sitting directly next to the stove, Uncle Hu lifted the lid of the pot, and a scent of heat came to his face.

"The pancakes are just small fish sauce! Try it!"

The poured batter solidifies evenly along the side of the pot, and the surface of the small fish sauce rises under the steam, forming a light yellow, shiny and shiny.

The small fish sauce has thick water, thick oily red sauce, and red and colorful small shrimps and crabs dotted with it. The sauce smells tangy and full of flavor.

Uncle Tiger cut the ring-shaped pot stickers into several large pieces with a knife, "Burrito, start eating!"

"okay."

Lin Chou ran a small restaurant from Pythagorean Alley to Wilderness, but no one really cooked him a meal-Sister Hu was an exception. Lin Chou hadn't eaten a few bites at all yesterday. It's still empty.

The inside of the potstickers is blackish, the upper surface is slightly yellow, and it makes a crisp sound when held in the hand, and the small fish sauce is roughly rolled into a cylindrical shape with a few chopsticks.

"Kacha, hiss!"

The pot stickers are crispy on one side and full of toughness on the other side. Rolled with steaming fish sauce, bite it down. The tender and juicy fish sauce bursts out of the crispy rolls. Two extreme different tastes bloom in the mouth at the same time. , And the other side of the potsticker's full toughness brings people wanting to chew, and it is extremely rich.

"Drink!"

Uncle Hu took a gulp himself and threw the iron pot to Lin Chou.

"Okay, Uncle Tiger, I respect you,...his...hiccup."

Drinking 76-degree spirits is like a fire burning in the mouth, a line of fire turns sharply from the throat, and intensifies in the abdomen, igniting the bright red blood in every blood vessel in the body, like magma.

Lin Chou swallowed the food in his hands, and there seemed to be a cloud of mist in front of him, "It's delicious, it's delicious..."

With a smile, Uncle Hu nodded slightly and watched Lin Chou eat sweetly, "Old Lin has a good son!"

"Is this time coming back for the Xue family?"

"Hiccup...Uncle Tiger, how do you know?" Lin Chou's eyes were flushed with Jiu Jin.

The kind of cigarette Huang Dashan gave... If one comes now, it looks good? ?

Lin Chou listened vaguely, "The Xue family...has a leather bag...it is attached...but...a running dog...the world...".

It fell to the ground, fragmented.

Uncle Tiger pulled the corner of his mouth, "Smelly boy".

Draining the wine in the jug in one sip, Lin Chou carried Lin Chou on one leg and threw him into the wing.

Put on an animal skin waistcoat and hummed out of the yard.

After a while, Uncle Tiger's roar came from outside, "Lao Han Song, are you dead? Ma Liu go to work!"

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