Chapter 67： Uncle Tigers Dishes (1/2)

Next door to the 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 a slimy aquatic plant hanging on the shoe surface, coming out of the knee-deep kelp pile.

”Lin Zi, 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.

Old Song Laohan had a strange expression, ”I was arrested on the scene? Brother Hu hasn't been for many years. What's so scary? No, Huluwa'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, I helped unload the kelp from the dock last night. I just took the kelp without paying wages. I packed a cart and came back. Hey... I brought a lot of small fish and shrimp, and we braised it in the evening. 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 catties, and the biggest is no more than fingers.

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 into the basin. The crabs and shrimps were so small that they were translucent and didn't need to be treated.

The cooking stove was built directly in the yard, the wood was burnt, and the hot red and straight roast made people's faces 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 flames entrained the thick sauce and the salty seafood, burned and separated in the air, and turned into fragrant cooking smoke, and finally added the black soy sauce from Dasao Hu's house, poured into the water that had not been used for fish and shrimp, and covered it.

Uncle Hu used the basin to live the 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?”