My name is General's Little Uncle

Chapter 164: Where are the fish you caught?

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Everyone looked again and saw that Weiyang was stepping on a piece of ice.

She just stepped on the ice with one foot and tapped the ice surface with the other foot, and in an instant she slid a long distance away.

The girls in Beijing love to compete with each other in literary talent and embroidery skills at banquets and parties. They have to learn to play the piano and dance. Wei Yang thinks that the thing she is best at is ice skating. She can't help it, she just likes it. It doesn't matter if it is not worthy of being accepted by the public. She doesn't need to rely on those false reputations to embellish herself.

"Yan Gui." Wei Yang came whistling and shouted at Yan Gui, "Where's the fish you caught?"

Yan Gui curled the corners of his lips and picked up the bucket beside him. There were only a dozen small fish in it, swimming happily around.

Looking at the fish in the bucket and then at the vast ice surface, Wei Yang said with certainty: "I suspect that this lake is full of small fish."

"How do you know they are all small fish?" Yan Gui was a little surprised.

"Because you've been fishing for a whole day and haven't caught any big fish, so it must be that there is no fish." Weiyang stretched out her hand and touched the water in the bucket. It was actually warm. No wonder it didn't freeze.

"Go ask the housekeeper why there are no big fish in the lake." Yan Gui looked at Ding Wu.

Ding Wu hurriedly took the order and left. He had been fishing with the general for a whole day and had wanted to leave for a long time.

Soon, the general came with his butler.

The old butler, who is in his fifties, is a veteran who has retired from the battlefield. His favorite place to stay every day is the stable. He is very good at washing and feeding horses, and basically doesn't care about other things.

"It was almost harvest time, the weather was dry, and the old general released water to irrigate the crops. The lake was almost dry, and I caught some fish. The fish now are from later, so they are not big."

Yan Gui couldn't help but feel angry and amused. I've been fishing here for almost a whole day, and now you tell me there are no fish here.

"Small fish is also delicious. I know how to fry small fish." Wei Yang pointed at the fish in the barrel and said, "Youlan, take these to the kitchen, kill and clean them, and I'll cook."

Hearing that Wei Yang could be a little fish, Yan Gui was in no mood to pursue the housekeeper's dereliction of duty, so he waved his hand and let him go.

It seems that the housekeeper should be changed. In the past, there were only the father and son, and they didn't care about anything. As long as they had a place to sleep and food to eat, they were fine. Now it's different. With Wei Yang, Yan Gui doesn't want her to suffer any grievances.

As for who will be the housekeeper, Yan Gui turned around and looked at Ding Er and then at Ding Wu. Ding Er and Ding Wu both shuddered at the same time. They had a bad premonition that something bad was going to happen.

Weiyang wrapped the small fish mixed with seasonings in dough and fried them in a pan. The small fish was fragrant and crispy, and the bones and thorns could be chewed. Yan Gui regretted that he should not have thrown away the fish he caught in the morning to feed the cat.

Wei Yang also made a stew, gave a bowl to the old general, and also gave him two fried fish.

The doctor said that the old general had a leg disease and should try to eat less or no fish, shrimp or crab. However, Wei Yang thought that eating moderate amounts of these would not be harmful.

The old general got addicted to the two fish and lost them. He was so angry that he slammed the table and said Wei Yang did it on purpose. Ding Wu quickly pushed the stew made by Wei Yang in front of the old general: "Old general, try this."

The girl asked him to bring the dishes, and the general reminded him to let the old general taste the fish first, and then bring the meat. There were only two fish, so it was really just a taste.

After all, the general was so wise and brave that he knew the old general thoroughly.

"The meat is well cooked." After opening the lid, the old general couldn't help but sigh.

In the shallow white porcelain plate, amber-colored stewed meat was neatly arranged. The pieces were large and bright in color, exuding an alluring aroma.