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Chapter 61: Collision

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A large grass carp weighing more than two catties was thrown by He San without any money, saying it was a gift for Wu Zheng Xiaolang to rent his boat.

Looking at the big grass carp in his hand, Wu Zheng can only say that the people of this era are cunning and too cunning, and really to the death, because this boat rents only 20 yuan a day, and it also comes with a big grass carp. , You must know that twenty liters are less than one jin of rice.

But if you say that the other party is a gift given by your own identity, stop making trouble for yourself in this Yuzhou city, but a famous fool. If you really want to give a gift, you can't send it to yourself.

Anyway, now that the fish is available, let's bake it! Today, I went out with Feier and only ate a bowl of preserved egg porridge and a stick of fried dough sticks. For myself and Feier, they could only fill their stomachs for the next roast fish.

Wu Zheng's technique of breaking the fish is very skillful. He opened the knife from behind, but he was afraid of the back of the knife hard. The hard head of the fish was like a paper paste. He cleaned the grass carp in the river in three or two strokes. .

Then use a knife to make a few strokes on the fish to make a pattern. Each knife is exactly as if it were printed with a mold. Hold it in your hand and shake the fish to bloom.

Feelings The knife he drew on the fish is not for the taste of marinating, but to carve a piece of fish floss, and then sprinkle the seasoning on the opened fish to marinate, and do not use two iron nets for a long time. Sandwich the spread grass carp in the middle, put it on a small clay stove and grill it over charcoal fire.

After a while, Wu Zheng heard the sound of someone swallowing saliva. When he looked up, he saw Seinfeld's throat floated slightly, and his face blushed when he saw that he was watching her.

This red is like a three-spring peach blossom in full bloom on this small awning boat, which makes Wu Zheng's heart full of love.

"Msang Gong, why are you looking at me like this?" Song Feier said with a shy expression.

Wu Zheng smiled slightly: "Because my lady is so beautiful!"

"Just laugh at me! I admit that I'm hungry, but it's a stranger. After fishing all morning, I realized that I picked the wrong place, so I can only look at the grilled fish and swallow."

"Blame me for everything, wait a little longer and you will have something to eat right away."

Although Song Feier lived on the mountain when he was a child, he didn't eat less grilled fish. Why did you say that there are two big rivers under the mountain! It’s just that she has eaten a lot of such big grilled fish, but she has seen such a fragrant fish as Wu Zheng’s grilled today, and she hasn’t eaten much for breakfast, so she can't help but swallow the smell of the fish. The saliva is also taken for granted.

This fish was just like what Wu Zheng said. It was cooked in a while. After all, there are limited seasonings in this era. Although there are many in Mr. Huang's clinic, not all of them are suitable for grilling fish.

But with cumin, this is simply a must-have artifact for barbecue! Sprinkle a little bit, the grease entrains a drop of cumin into the fire, and the scent that rises with the smoke is simply overwhelming.

When Wu Zheng was talking, he only brushed the oil once, and then opened the iron net for the grilled fish. The iron net for the barbecue just now became a bowl for the two of them. Then Wu Zheng turned around to wash the chopsticks, and when he looked back, Seinfeld was already Can't wait to tear off a piece of fish with his fingers and hold it in his hand, followed by Wu Zheng, who was holding the chopsticks, with big eyes and small eyes in the cabin.

"Feier, aren't you hot?"

Song Feier subconsciously looked at the fish in her hand, and said in a daze, "No!"

"Forget it, just eat like this!" After saying that Wu Zheng simply threw the chopsticks in his hand, and ate happily around the small stove with Seinfeld.

Seinfeld was very elegant, but no matter how elegant he was, after a few mouthfuls, the fat was unknowingly sticking to her hand.

Seinfeld took a piece of white silk but handed it to Wu Zheng. Wu Zheng looked at the grease in his hand and then at the white silk in Seinfeld's hand. He couldn't help feeling how good it would be if he could have a roll of toilet paper at this time.

Just as Wu Zheng sighed, Seinfeld's white silk had already flown to Wu Zheng's mouth, and wiped his mouth awkwardly.

Seeing that Song Feier had never done this kind of thing before, she didn't know why when she saw Wu Zheng whose mouth was full of grease, she wanted to wipe off the grease from her husband's mouth with the white silk in her hand.

When Wu Zheng was looking at her, she couldn't help but pause, but then she seemed to look away, smiled at Wu Zheng and continued to wipe Wu Zheng's mouth, and she became more proficient in her movements.

Wu Zheng sighed: "It's a pity that such a beautiful handkerchief... (End of this chapter)