Golden Fishing Village

Ao Muyang saw that Ao Qianlai from the village was also selling things on a boat. He was selling homemade snacks, including boiled water chestnuts, apples, persimmons, watermelons, grapes and other fruits, as well as some dried kelp shreds, fried snails and other homemade snacks. .

Ao Qianlai's business was average. Everyone had what he sold, and the products he sold looked good, had a complete range of products, and were eloquent, which made him very anxious.

But his IQ is not high, so he can only act anxiously and look helpless.

Ao Muyang was helpless. He waved Ao Qianlai over and said, "Uncle Qianlai, why did you remember this business?"

Ao Qianlai murmured: "Make money, Yangzi, you have to make money to buy a wife, otherwise you will have to be a bachelor in this life."

Ao Mufeng laughed and said: "Uncle Qianlai, be careful not to cheat anyone out of all the money you make. It is illegal to buy a wife now."

Ao Qianlai shook his head repeatedly: "That's not possible, that's not possible, Vietnamese wife, delivered to home, as long as she doesn't run away."

Ao Muyang said: "Be careful yourself. Come on, Uncle Qianlai, weigh me a box of fried snails and I'll eat them as snacks."

Ao Qianlai smiled and said: "There is no box, only plastic bags."

Ao Muyang said: "You are not ready for business, okay, give me two catties."

Ao Qianlai knew that Ao Muyang was trying to support him, so he took out all the snails in the small pot and said, "Yangzi, I gave them all to you, just give me twenty yuan."

Fried field snails sell for ten yuan per pound, which is not a low price for the beach, but the locals love to eat it, so the price can be good.

Ao Qianlai poured the snails and said: "Yangzi, I'm actually ready. Look, I didn't cook anything randomly. I just fried a little snails. I fried them on the spot, and they were delicious."

Ao Muyang took a piece of snail and sucked it in his mouth, then curled his lips: "You are going to fry it again, right?"

Ao Qianlai nodded: "Yes."

Ao Muyang sighed: "Forget it, wait for me, I'll buy some seasonings, and I'll fry a pot for you. Remember my recipe."

Ao Qianlai suddenly laughed: "Okay, okay, Yoko, you have been a great chef, you can cook better than me."

Ao Muyang found a boat from a supermarket. Hu Xiuxiu quietly pulled him and whispered: "Hey, don't buy anything from this boat."

"What's wrong?"

As soon as he asked the question, the women in the boat saw him waving, and immediately rowed over enthusiastically.

Ao Muyang looked at the seasonings prepared by Ao Qianlai, and ordered cumin seeds, Laoganma, mushroom sauce, black sesame seeds, white sesame seeds and honey.

After choosing something, he asked, "How much does it cost?"

The woman said nothing, but stared at Hu Xiuxiu.

Hu Xiuxiu smiled and said: "Haha, what kind of money do you want? I am one of my own people. This is my mother. Mom, this is my good friend named Ao Muyang. These are all his friends."

Ao Muyang was embarrassed when he heard this. What does this mean? Have you met your parents in advance? The key is that the relationship between the two is not settled yet, they are just ordinary friends now.

He understood why Hu Xiuxiu didn't let him buy this woman's things before. It turned out that the seller on the boat was her mother.

The woman looked at Ao Muyang, looked at it carefully from head to toe, and then smiled: "Hello, hello, do you want anything? We are all our own, just give us the cost price."

Since it was a business of Hu Xiuxiu's family, the group of people bought more or less things for Ao Muyang's sake.

Ao Qianlai glared at Ao Mufeng and said, "Madman, I also have soda, why don't you buy mine?"

Ao Mufeng said: "Uncle Qianlai, just shut up now."

Ao Qianlai was not evil-minded. What he said just now was not a question, but a simple inquiry. So after listening to Ao Mufeng's words, he shut his mouth honestly.

Ao Muyang finally settled the bill together. Hu Xiuxiu's mother collected the money and left as usual. Before leaving, she looked at him twice more, her eyes were quite intriguing.

Ao Mupeng came up to him and whispered: "Brother Yang, mother-in-law is visiting her son-in-law..."

Ao Muyang calmly raised his hand: "General, enter."

The general lying in the boat rushed towards Ao Mupeng. Ao Mupeng was shocked and quickly squatted down and raised his hands: "I beg for mercy, please let me go!"

Ao Muyang got on Ao Qianlai's boat, and Ao Qianlai was still wondering: "Yangzi, I also have drinks, buy mine, mine is cheap, her Coke is 2.5 yuan, mine is 2 yuan..."

"Okay, we'll call you later when we get thirsty again."

He agreed casually, heated up the small stove on the boat, poured in oil, and when the oil boiled, he added star anise, tangerine peel, ginger cubes and peppercorns and started frying.

Ao Qianlai had soaked the snails in advance, and Ao Muyang made the sauce first, then picked up the snails and put them into the pot to stir-fry. He controlled the heat and sprinkled in the seasonings.

The taste of snails does not actually depend on the quality of the meat, but on the sauce that is dipped in the shell. When people eat snails, they habitually inhale the whole snail first. The flavor of the snail meat depends on the sauce on the shell to enhance the flavor.

Ao Muyang stir-fried two small pots, one spicy and the other mushroom-flavored, and finally sprinkled with sesame seeds, which was both delicious and delicious.

He patted Ao Qianlai on the shoulder and asked him to continue doing business, while he accompanied Hu Xiuxiu and others to watch a social opera.

While sucking the snail, he commented: "Now these actors' basic skills are no longer good. If the stage is slightly pushed by the waves, they will be a little unable to stand."

Hu Xiuxiu said: "In fact, these drama troupes can't keep people now. If it's not for fun, who will come to watch the community opera? Now everyone has a lot of entertainment activities, what's the point of community opera?"

Ao Mufeng nodded and said: "Yes, Xiuxiu is right. If the money is not enough, why would they work so hard to perform for you? Anyway, just watch it for fun."

Ao Muyang also nodded. He understood this truth, but he was just sorry that a traditional activity in his hometown was facing a state of decline.

At noon, the community opera was temporarily suspended. Only one old actor came out to sing to support the scene. Everyone else went to eat or rest.

Ao Muyang looked up. Although the sun was as bright as ever, it was autumn after all. The weather was clear and the temperature was not that high.

He ate fried snails and accompanied Hu Xiuxiu to eat snacks all morning. He was not hungry at noon.

Just then, Ao Qianlai came to him again and said happily, "Yangzi, they are all sold. All your dishes are sold. They are really good."

Ao Muyang said with a toothpick in his mouth, "Come, I'll teach you how to make them. I'll fry two more pots for you."

Ao Qianlai laughed and said, "That's great, wonderful."

In the afternoon, he mainly sold fried snails. The business changed from the quietness in the morning to a hot one.

In the evening, Hu Xiuxiu received a call saying that her grandmother was not feeling well, so she apologized and left in a hurry.

The community drama will continue until nine o'clock in the evening. The young people on the boat went out to chat up unmarried girls, leaving Ao Muyang watching the boat.

This is just right. Ao Muyang hasn't watched the community drama for more than ten years. He has no time since he was in junior high school, so he stayed on the boat and watched it with relish.

As the sun was setting, a small boat cut through the waves and approached. The woman on the boat smiled and said, "Ao Muyang, right? You are from Longtou Village?"

Ao Muyang turned his head and his heart tightened. It was Hu Xiuxiu's mother!