Chapter 7

As the sun sets, the father and son return to their thatched cottage at a brisk pace. Ling Jingxuan screws the cask into the kitchen while the two buns change clothes. As expected, there is nothing in the kitchen except a low stove, a big iron pan, several broken pots on the stove, and scattered firewood. Sighing, Ling Jingxuan puts the barrel in the middle of the kitchen and turns to the backyard Let the clothes hang before you start to deal with the fish.

"Dad, I want to eat a big lump."

Baozi ran in, squatting in front of him excitedly, staring at the big carp whose scales had been peeled off in his hands.

"Isn't that big enough for you? Where's your brother

He was sure that the fish was big enough to catch.

"My brother went to the backyard to dry the clothes. He said that he would bring some firewood. Did you eat all the fish tonight, dad?"

"Otherwise? Can't we put this weather on? And the fish is delicious when it's fresh. It stinks after a long time. "

"But..."

Small nose, small eyes wrinkled into a ball, between the eyebrows difficult to hide the pain of meat, Ling Jingxuan has not come and issued doubts, big bun holding a bundle of firewood came in: "Dad, how can you have anything good to eat at once, such a big fish, salted up with salt can eat for several days."

"Ha?"

Ling Jingxuan silly eye, deal with the action of fish meal, as for saving to this point?

"Dad, I'm not talking about you. You can't make a living."

It seems that he didn't find his black line. The big Bun's nagging is not over. The small steamed bun squatting on the opposite side also nods vigorously. Obviously, he agrees with his brother's opinion. Ling Jingxuan only feels all kinds of sweat. Who is the father and who is the son? How could he be taught by his son? It's just a fish. If they like it, they'll let them have a crescent moon spring. As for that?

This is not the most tragic. When they started cooking, Ling Jingxuan knew how mean and stingy the big buns were.

"Dad, we only have that spoonful of oil in our family. How can you use it all?"

"Dad, don't you cook it all..."

"Dad, too much salt, it's expensive!"

"Dad..."

In the end, Ling Jingxuan couldn't help but urinate frequently and trembled all over when he heard the father's words. He finally made a pot of delicious wild vegetable fish soup. When he was ready to make some more wild vegetable corn paste, the big steamed bun, who had been in charge of the fire, rushed directly to him, opened his arms and blocked him in front of him, ignoring his puzzled eyes, and turned around to embrace it Corn flour pottery pot: "Dad, you've made so many fish, you can't do anything else. You can't waste this corn flour by secretly taking your sick milk. You can't waste it. Let's eat fish tonight."

The meat of big steamed bun is painful. Every word is distressed. It seems that Ling Jingxuan has done something that is not allowed to do for many days. He is full of black lines. After a long time, he says cautiously: "what, son, fish is a dish. We always have to eat some staple food, don't we?"

How can anyone be so stingy?

"What kind of food, staple food, can fill the stomach on the line, Dad, you are not allowed to make corn flour idea."

The big steamed bun looked down on his face and held the jar in his hands. His eyes were red because he was afraid that he would rush to grab it.

"Dad, just listen to my brother's advice. We don't have much food. When the village collects rice next month, I'll pick up rice ears for you and let you make some brown rice to eat?"

little steamed rice Bund pulled his clothes, and the head said innocently, Ling Jing was a sour heart. The previous Tucao's belly was completely clean, and he put down the pot and squatted down. "No, dad will make complaints about the money, so that you can eat white rice later. Today we'll eat fish."

In the end, it's all poverty.

"Well."

Xiao baozi nods again and again. Hearing that he finally gives up the idea of making corn flour, he exaggerates to spit out a foul breath. Jingxuan, once a powerful killer and secret doctor, has never worried about money. Now he wants to eat some wild vegetables and corn paste, which is the same as fighting, and the gap is too big.

Wild fish don't have as much fishy smell as farmed fish. Although they don't have much seasoning, no, it should be said that there is no seasoning, but Ling Jingxuan put a lot of Houttuynia into it to add flavor and completely remove the fishy smell. The father and son sat around the table in the middle of the main room and ate a beautiful meal. Previously, they had all kinds of complaints about being stingy Satisfied, father and son all ate a belly round, even drink the soup clean.