Chapter 337： Catfish (1/2)

Ling Ran carefully parked Jetta in his garage. After closing the door, he made a circle around the car. Before leaving, he thought about it, found a car cover from the corner, and gave it to him.

Although the Jetta is cheap to repair, as long as several hundred and one thousand, it is always a bit troublesome.

Ling Ran took care of it as far as possible, and then locked the garage door. His first bike has been in use for 11 years, and he hopes that the much more expensive Jetta will exceed this record.

The clinic at 8 o'clock is still quite lively.

People who see a doctor, people who buy medicine, people who massage, and people who are just chatting, are divided into several piles in the yard, and each has its own joy.

The large courtyard of Xiagou Clinic is like Xiagou Lane, and even the neighborhood activity center of several old alleys nearby.

Ling Jie porridge from Europe, chatting and talking in the yard with a smile, heating the old man's thermos cup, and handing the blanket to the old lady, what he does is the neighborhood business, his favorite is chatting with the neighborhood, his favorite Is that there are many people. Today's Xiagou Clinic is exactly what he dreamed of.

Tao Ping sat behind the tea table on the second floor, entertaining younger sisters and pseudo-girlfriends of similar ages, and by the way gave them purchasing products from various countries.

In this area of ​​Xiagou, Tao Ping is an absolute fashion leader and weathervane.

For the past 20 years, when Tao Ping put on a windbreaker in the spring, the windbreaker would flutter in the alley. When Tao Ping started to try T-shirts, T-shirts in the night market would sell well ...

Not only are women of her age, but little girls and real middle-aged women who are not in Tao Ping's social circle, they will also pay attention to Tao Ping's dress, cosmetics, hobbies ...

This time, Tao Ping made a trip abroad to purchase goods for the people around her, and she blew up multiple credit cards. The credit card credits were enough to exchange business class between China and France.

”Is the child smashed back?” Ling Jieju heard the sound of the car entering the warehouse long ago, and poured a glass of hot water for him.

Ling Ran drank hot water, and he was warm. His father had cooked for so many years, and it was still best to soak in hot water.

”Dr. Ling is back.” In the kitchen, Lu Jinling saw Ling Ran and immediately jumped out, holding a catfish with a long arm in her left hand and shaking her tail desperately.

Lu Jinling raised his knife in his right hand, dropped it with his back, and a big catfish was dizzy.

”Did you buy it? Such a big sturgeon?” Ling Ran looked surprised at the stinging sting.

Lu Jinling smiled: ”I used Luya to fish. Isn't it great? Five pounds and sixty-two chuckles.”

”Two or sixty-six?” Ling Ran recalled the 55 treasure chests he had received, and he felt uncomfortable.

Lu Jinling didn't know why, so he emphasized: ”Only a cricket owl can grow so large, and it can't move with big eyes when it weighs 5 kilograms. I caught it in Liangzi Lake and immediately returned by air.”

Ling Ran nodded curiously.

”There are seven species of catfish in the country. Although there are the largest catfishes, it is also the most traditional catfish, especially this wild type. It is delicious whatever it is made.” Lu Jinling said, mentioning the catfish Fish, said: ”So big, it's actually very suitable for shabu-shabu. Ling Ran, you like to eat hot pot.”

Ling Ran nodded again.

Lu Jinling raised her thumb and turned into the kitchen with a fish.

She is a girl who grew up in the aquatic market, and she is best at making fish.

Ling Jie porridge coughed twice and shouted, ”Snoring at 9 o'clock, it's 9 am.”

The neighbourhood neighbor looked at him lazily, and when he was free, he made a joke and said, ”Eat hot pot is not a treat.”

”It's not healthy to eat hot pot for supper.”

”So big a fish, you can't finish it.”

Ling Jie poros turned a blind eye, patrolling around, and just collected the money.

The neighbours talked about it, and slowly dispersed.

When the clinic door was closed, Ling Jie porridge immediately moved out of the utility room to eat the hot pot square table, and then equipped with a few stools, and lit the fire under the stars.

Lu Jinling brought the sliced ​​fish fillets to the table, and then made a bottom of a white soup pot with sauce, and said, ”I cut it thin, like a sloppy belly.”

Tao Ping nodded first, sitting at the table with bright eyes, praising: ”Xiao Lu's knife is really good.”

”The more you cut, the more you practice.” Lu Jinling sat down next to Ling Ran, earnestly and modestly.

Recently working in the clinic to earn Ma Yinglong's winter life, he also wore a yellow sand robe and sat near the table. He cut himself a plate of cucumber and held a radish in his hand.

Everything was ready. Under the guidance of Lu Jinling, Ling Ran clipped a thin piece of fish. In the count of Lu Jinling's refueling, he entered the water eight times and spit out seven times, and then hesitated ...