Golden Fishing Village

The fire started to burn, and many people gathered around the stove to chat and play.

Ao Qianwen smiled and said, "Dragon Head, do you still remember your childhood wishes?"

Ao Muyang said, "I had too many wishes when I was a child. Which one do you want?"

Ao Qianwen pointed to the wok in his hand and said, "What else can it be? This one. Didn't you want to take over from Master Yao at that time?"

Master Yao was a chef in the village. He was a big guy, tall and strong but kind. The surrounding villages liked to call him when there were weddings and funerals because he asked for the fairest price.

Ao Muyang still had an impression of the scene when Master Yao went to cook for the banquet, even after more than ten years.

He remembered that when he was a child, gas stoves were not often used. When there was a wedding banquet in the village, the host would build some large stoves in advance. These stoves were lined up in the yard, and Master Yao would bring his homemade stoves - large stoves made of kerosene barrels.

At that time, these stoves were placed on the stove, and the red flames burned the iron pot. The strong old man wore a big greasy apron, rolled up his sleeves, held a pot in one hand and a spatula in the other, and all kinds of fragrance came out of the pot.

At that time, Ao Muyang was still a child. More than ten years ago, the living standards in the countryside were still very low. Every household had no meat to eat, let alone delicious dishes made by chefs. So Ao Muyang was particularly envious of Yao Ye's job. In his cognition, Yao Ye had fish and meat to eat every day.

In fact, Yao Ye really didn't care about food. He cared about wine and liked to drink. As a result, over time, when Ao Muyang was in elementary school, he was diagnosed with liver cancer and soon passed away.

Ao Qianwen's words reminded Ao Muyang of some interesting things in his childhood. He laughed while flipping the pot and said, "It's true. I have fulfilled my childhood wish and now I am the chef of the village."

Ao Fugui said regretfully, "My childhood wish is definitely not fulfilled."

"What was your wish at that time?"

"To open a luxury ship to do the ferry business. At that time, the ship will be mine. If someone wants to get on the ship and I don't like him, I will tell him, sorry, buddy, this is my own ship!"

Ao Muyang smiled and said, "Why don't you drive my big dragon head to make a few trips first? Although the big dragon head is not as good as a luxury ship, it is still a big ship after all."

As they talked and laughed, tables were set up one after another, and the women who helped in the village began to work.

Ao Muyang began to direct: "Come, serve the cold dishes first. Sister-in-law, come and serve the braised beef. Put the hand-pulled mutton in the middle of this plate. There is a lot of meat. If it is not enough, add more."

"Use a small portion of jellyfish head. This thing is common in our village. I guess everyone is not rare. Snails must be served. This is a good match with wine. Auntie, let's not touch the hot dishes for now. Serve the cold dishes first..."

Song Qiumin said: "Brother Xiaoyang, you go and take care of your own things. I will take care of these things. Don't worry, I know everything."

Ao Muyang turned the fire to the maximum and started to cook the braised pork. He shouted: "Okay, sister-in-law, you take charge."

He used a large frying pan with half a pot of stewed meat in it. The muscles on his arms were tensed. When his wrists shook, the pan swayed left and right. Pieces of meat jumped in it, and the aroma was fragrant.

The general licked his lips and stared at the pot. When the pot moved to the left, it turned its head to the left, and when the pot moved to the right, it turned its head to the right.

Seeing this, Ao Xiaoniu laughed and said, "General, are you doing gymnastics? Come, I'll call the beat for you, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, two, two, three, four..."

The general looked back at him, and then continued to stare at the wok and drool.

A pot of braised pork came out of the oven, and Ao Muyang sprinkled it evenly on several plates. Although he was fast, the red sauce did not spill at all, and the amount of meat in each plate was about the same.

Some people applauded when they saw this scene: "Brother Yang has great skills!"

Ao Muyang's popularity made Ao Zhiyi feel sour. He pouted and said, "It's just cooking a dish, why do you make it like an art performance."

Jiang Xiaoyu came up and pulled him away: "Village chief, let's go, the wedding has begun, you go to be the witness."

The wedding was very simple. Ao Qianlai wore a suit given to him by someone unknown. The tie on his chest was a little wrinkled, and it was obviously old.

But their family treated Jin Huizi very well, and specially prepared a snow-white wedding dress for her. Lu Zhizi helped her put on makeup. She had a good appearance, and after putting on makeup, she covered up her sun-tanned skin, making her look more beautiful.

Seeing Jin Huizi coming out, many young people sighed: "Fuck, Qianlai is so lucky to find a good wife."

Faced with so many strangers, Jin Huizi was obviously very nervous and shy, and kept her head down and dared not look at anyone.

Ao Qianlai went over and held her hand, and she immediately leaned towards her husband, raised her head and smiled.

This smile was very sweet, and her big eyes were beautiful when they squinted. Ao Muyang understood why Ao Qianlai must have this daughter-in-law. She had a simple charm, and when she smiled at Ao Qianlai, people could clearly feel her sincerity.

The bride and groom were going to worship heaven and earth, and the feast would start later, so Ao Muyang worked faster.

He handed the pot to someone else, and he didn't have time to clean the pot himself. Then he lit another pot, put the carp in it and started to cook.

The stove was busy here, and the worship of heaven and earth was even busier. When it was almost time to worship heaven and earth, everyone realized that there was no emcee...

This was embarrassing. Ao Zhiyi, as the master of ceremonies, stood beside the altar table waiting to speak, but there was no emcee to preside over the process. He didn't know when to leave.

Jiang Xiaoyu shouted: "Village head, you can be the MC."

Ao Zhiyi waved his hand quickly: "No, no, why didn't you find a MC? Really, really, this is really unprofessional."

Everyone was talking at once, anxiously running around like ants on the stove.

Ao Qianlai was not anxious, he thought it was quite interesting, so he laughed.

Jin Huizi didn't know the local customs, she didn't understand what everyone was saying. She was anxious when she saw that everyone in the village was anxious, but when she saw her man laughing, she relaxed and laughed along.

Seeing this, Ao Fugui said, "This is a good match."

As soon as he opened his mouth, someone immediately pushed him up and said, "Oh, Fugui has a good voice, let Fugui be the master of ceremonies."

Ao Fugui's eyes widened: "Damn, the fire in the city gate affected the fish in the pond?"

Ao Mudong pushed him out and said, "Go up quickly."

Ao Fugui took out his mobile phone urgently, searched the emcee's lines online, and then coughed and sang: "Love is like a gorgeous flower, and marriage is like sweet fruits. Some people think that love is a storm, and marriage is the sun after the rain. On this day with blooming flowers and bright sunshine, a pair of lovers have become lovers..."

"... Dear friends, at this moment, we are expecting and excited. Under this bright light, let us witness the opening of the door of happiness together. Now let's use the warmest applause to invite the two newlyweds to walk into this palace of love hand in hand, so that everyone present can witness them and bless them, and let them be happy forever!"