The three rested for a while, but Fang Huai was the first to be unable to sit still.
He first ran to the kitchen to take a look. Fang Mu and Fang Honghua were processing the fish they brought back in the morning, separating the fish head from the body, and putting the fish head aside for the evening fish head tofu soup. The big bones of the fish body were removed, and Fang Honghua was chopping it into minced meat.
While chopping, she said to Fang's mother: "Just leave this kind of hard work to me. I have great strength and can't do anything else. It's no problem to help you."
Mother Fang nodded without any objection, and turned to deal with the fish head.
As soon as she looked up and saw Fang Huai standing at the kitchen door, she immediately beckoned him over.
"Xiao Huai, go out and buy a piece of tofu." Mother Fang took money out of her pocket as she spoke, "I'll make fish soup for you tonight."
"Mom, where can I buy tofu?"
Fang Honghua heard the words, turned around and interjected: "At the entrance of the village, there is a tofu grinder. Just see a stone grinder in the yard. If you can't find it, let Xiaobao take you there. He buys a lot and is familiar with it. "
Fang Huai responded, but didn't take Fang's mother's money, turned around and ran out.
"Yanyan!" When he passed by, he picked up his younger brother, hugged him in his arms and walked out: "Go, take me to buy tofu."
Father Fang: "Buy tofu?"
"Mom said to make fish soup tonight."
Father Fang's eyes widened immediately: "Is your mother cooking?"
"yes."
Fang's father trembled, as if thinking of something terrible, his face immediately turned pale. He opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.
The Fang family has a chef hired from outside with a high salary. Even if the chef is not there, there is also a nanny. Usually, no matter what they want to eat, they don't need to do it themselves, and the number of times Fang's mother does it is pitiful. The three of them had never eaten anything made by Mother Fang, but only occasionally heard her talk about what she had learned from the chef.
Fang Ke keenly noticed his father's weirdness.
He paused, and was about to leave the yard but turned back. The sharp eyes behind the lens made Fang's father feel infinitely guilty.
"Xiao Ke?"
"Dad, are you hiding something from us?" Fang Ke asked.
Fang's father looked away guiltily: "How is it possible... I am someone like Xiangsihu?"
Fang Ke didn't answer directly, but his eyes gave Fang's father a positive answer.
Unable to resist his son's staring eyes, Fang's father looked left and right, and saw that the other two sons had left the yard and walked far away, and no one else was in the yard, so he moved closer to the eldest son, and said in a low voice: " At dinner time, no matter what your mother cooks, you must not eat it."
Fang Ke: "Why?"
"Why else?" Father Fang sighed heavily: "It's unpalatable."
Fang Ke: "..."
"But why didn't you stop her?" Fang Ke glanced at the kitchen suspiciously: "She's in the kitchen now, there's still time to call her out."
"Why are you doing this?" Fang's father became rational again: "Your mother likes to cook so much, do you have the heart to let her give up her hobby? Look at how happy she is cooking, isn't it just a bit unpalatable, if you don't eat It’s fine if you don’t.”
"..." Fang Ke: "If no one eats the food she made, she should be even more sad, right?"
That's the reason.
Father Fang sighed deeply.
He also said, "Did you bring stomach medicine when we came? Help me look in the suitcase. Forbe is always well prepared, so I probably won't forget it."
Fang Ke complied and walked into the room. He thought for a while, then turned back and warned: "You eat alone, don't lie to Yan Yan and Xiao Huai to eat."
"I know, I know." Fang's father thought to himself: How could it be impossible for him to deceive his own son
As for his wife's dark cooking, as a husband, he is naturally obliged to take care of them all, so as to save his wife from being sad.
Thinking of this, Fang's father felt a dull pain in his stomach.
On the other hand, under the guidance of his younger brother, Fang Huai quickly bought a piece of tofu and returned. As soon as he brought the tofu into the kitchen, he saw Mother Fang pouring a large bowl of flour into another bowl, and the other bowl was filled with freshly minced fish meat.
Fang Huai blinked, feeling that something was wrong.
He quickly put down the tofu, jumped into the room quickly, and shouted in surprise: "Mom! What are you doing?!"
"Ah?" Mother Fang glanced back, saw that it was him, immediately smiled and said, "It's Xiao Huai, mom is making fish balls for you."
"Fish balls?" Fang Huai glanced at the big basin full of flour, and always felt that there was something wrong with it: "Is that how fish balls are made?"
"That's right, my mother specially learned from the chef at home, that's what she did."
Fang Huai: "..."
Fang Huai couldn't sit still, he always liked to run around, everything could attract his attention, he used to watch the cook at home when cooking, although he didn't cook it himself, Fang Huai I also feel that the fish balls made by his mother seem to be very different from those made by the chef.
Can…
Looking at Fang's mother's confident look, he couldn't say anything doubtful.
He had no choice but to stand aside with the tofu in his hands, racking his brains to recall how to make the fish balls. Watching Fang's mother continue to make the flour and fish meat together, he felt that his heart was like this piece in his hand Like tofu, if you accidentally drop it on the ground, it will fall to pieces.
No, there must be something wrong!
Fang Huai put down the tofu and ran out with a headache.
He found out his mobile phone and saw that there was still a little battery, so he breathed a sigh of relief, immediately connected to the Internet, opened the browser, and searched for the recipe of fish balls.
A few minutes later, Fang Huai threw the phone away and ran back to the kitchen screaming.
"Mom!!! Be merciful!!!"
His scream ran through the entire yard, not only Fang's mother heard it, but even the other three people who were basking in the sun in the yard heard it and looked over, only to see Fang Huai rushing into the kitchen like a gust of wind.
Seeing him in such a hurry, the three of them suddenly panicked, thinking that something had happened, they hurriedly chased after him and ran into the kitchen.
As soon as they entered, they saw Fang Huai sighing in front of a large basin, while Fang's mother stood beside him helplessly, her hands were still stained with flour, and she looked dazed.
She looked at her husband at a loss: "Why are you here?"
"I heard Xiao Huai's cry." Fang's father said, "Xiao Huai panicked like that, I thought the kitchen was on fire."
Although there was no fire, for Fang Huai, it was an accident comparable to fire.
Looking at the flour in the washbasin and the almost missing fish, he sighed deeply.
Are the fucking fish balls, or fish-flavored noodle balls