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He Long plucked the two chickens, poured the dirty water inside, cleaned the basin, and then said, "Old Liu, you have a bad memory or can't read numbers. I'm in my early fifties. But I'm only seven or eight years younger than you. Just count on your fingers how many more years I can be cool."

After saying that, he opened the chicken belly with scissors and began to clean up the internal organs.

Fang Laoliu said, "Hey, you are already in your fifties. I really didn't notice how old your eldest girl is? If you think about it, she must be in her early thirties. I haven't seen her for several years."

He Long said, "She is over thirty. She is too old to control her. She is in a foreign country and refuses to come back or get married. I don't have any tricks. Anyway, she is stepping on the watermelon rind. Just let her wander." As long as I can’t fall to death, I won’t worry about it.”

He couldn't tell whether he was angry or sad about his daughter. In short, he hadn't seen her in five years.

Fang Laoliu asked, "Aren't you married yet?"

He Long felt very embarrassed. In his thirties, he was already an old girl. He was not married yet, so he was embarrassed to say it.

"I rely on myself to support myself in old age, and I don't rely on her. I'm thankful that she can take care of herself."

After washing the chicken intestines, Fang Laoliu dodged quickly and almost hit him.

Fang Laoliu said, "Be careful. If you don't use your hands and feet properly, I'll fix it for you. It's such a small thing."

He Long stabbed open the belly of another chicken, pulled out the intestines, and threw it to the ground. The other party Lao Liu said, "Pull some straw, put some alkali, and pull it out."

Fang Laoliu didn't dislike Mi Tai, so he lifted it up, looked around carefully, and said, "What else can such a thin intestine be used for? It's not enough to fit between the teeth."

He Long said, "Hurry up, put some chili peppers in, and stir-fry it for a plate. If you don't want to eat it, I like it."

Fang Laoliu said, "You still know how to eat."

Squeeze the two chicken intestines clean, put them in clean water twice, sort out a few straws, add a little alkali, and rub them there repeatedly.

When the things to be sorted out were almost done, they were thrown into He Long's basin.

He Long washed it once, smelled it in front of his nose, and said with a smile, "That's okay. If you want to trim the fish, then just be gentle."

Fang Laoliu went into the house, rummaged around in his brother's barn, found a cast net, put it in a bucket, and carried it away.

Without adding the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, He Long threw the pheasant directly into the pot, added water, covered the pot and simmered.

Li Lan took the fire stick and flicked it randomly in the stove hole twice, and the fire started again.

He Long clapped his hands, rubbed it casually on the wall twice, and then lit the flue, "Pick up a few thick ones and stuff them in. The bigger the flame, the better."

Men seemed to have a destructive instinct. Listening to the crackling sound of the arm-thick tree head in the stove hole, and watching it slowly burn into ashes, Li Lan always felt an indescribable sense of pleasure that he couldn't contain at all.

The fire got bigger and bigger, so he went into the house and found two potatoes, buried them in the ashes of the stove hole, and kept rolling around with a fire stick.

He Long said, "Just leave it like that. If the skin is broken, it depends on how you eat it."

Li Lan said, "When I go home, I will also make a big stove in front of my house?"

He Long said, "The kitchen of my hotel is short of food for you? You can rest. I have a stove in the courtyard. If you want to cook, you can cook it every day. I don't care if you have enough."

Li Lan said, "That's too far. It's so convenient at the doorstep."

He Long said, "It's easy if you really want to do it. Isn't there an iron stove stand by the lake in your backyard that Songgu and the others use to set up barbecues? You can just use that one. That's enough for you to play with."

He wanted to talk, but when he saw Fang Qiong coming over with a bucket, he walked over and took a look, "Where is your Sixth Master? Why did you let you give it away?"

Fang Qiong said, "Go home and change clothes."

Li Lan took the bucket and his hand sank. He didn't expect it to be so heavy. He didn't expect Fang Qiong to be very strong. He was surprised. After shaking it, big carps were scurrying around inside, water splashed everywhere, and he got water all over his face.

Looking at Fang Qiong with a teasing look on his face, he smiled and said, "At least five pounds."

Fang Qiong said, "Sixth Master has weighed himself. A big Tao weighs at least seven kilograms, and a smaller one weighs six kilograms."

She took out the fish, picked up the kitchen knife on the chopping board, lifted the knife and cleaned it one by one.

I never thought a girl could be so cruel. Li Lan closed his eyes, not daring to look at this bloody sight.

"Guilty, sinful."

Fang Qiong washed his hands, let Fang Laoliu take over, and then said to Li Lan, "Don't eat it if you can."

Li Lan said, "You still have to eat. You'll kill them anyway. If you don't eat, it's a waste. Waste is even more of a sin."

Fang Laoliu opened the lid of the pot, and the aroma suddenly filled the air. He shoveled the pheasant stewed with mushrooms into the pot, wiped the bottom of the pot casually, and put two large pieces of fat meat into the pot.

When the fat meat becomes oily, add water and ingredients, put the three big fish in whole, and cover the pot again.

He Long smiled and said, "If this fish doesn't break into pieces, your skills will be perfect."

Fang Laoliu said confidently, "Look, this river fish must be stewed like this to be delicious. Braised, charcoal grilled, and steamed are all nonsense, they are all done by amateurs.

Don't look at it as simple, but actually do it. I won't brag to you. How many people can make it taste like me? "

Li Lan didn't think he was bragging. He squatted on the ground and looked at the dark mass. He deeply realized that it is easier to know than to do, and only through practice can you get true knowledge.

Fang Qiong said with a smile, "You are stupid like no other. A roasted potato can turn into char. What do you want me to say?"

Li Lan said angrily, "I was careless. I was just chatting with you and forgot to reveal it."

Fang Qiong said, "If you admit it honestly, I can still look up to you. Such an explanation is too hypocritical."

Both of them squatted on the ground and whispered, but they didn't attract anyone's attention.

To outsiders, these two cheerful people get along well with each other.

In this village, the most senior and oldest person named Fang is Fang Qiong's grandfather, Fang Jiuzhang.

Brothers Fang Jiuzhang and Fang Laoliu are the same grandmother, but not the same grandfather. It just happens that both grandfathers are named Fang.

Fang Jiuzhang is about eighty years old. Judging from his appearance, he does not show his age. He has a thick waist and a straight back. His hair is white at first glance, but if you look closely, there is still a lot of black in it.

His face was clean shaven, without a trace of stubble.

When Li Lang first met him, he thought he was Fang Qiong's father.

"Master Jiu." Li Lan saw him coming and moved a chair for him.

Fang Jiuzhang only noticed the cigarette in Li Lan's hand, "You didn't smoke before, right? You are young, why should you learn to smoke?"

Li Lan smiled and said, "Just smoke for fun."

Fang Jiuzhang is one of the few men in the village who does not smoke.