Looking at Mu Fei's situation, Su Zifang knew that there was definitely no way to practice tonight.

After a pause for a few seconds, a solution suddenly came to mind.

"What did you like to eat when you were a kid?"

Mu Fei was suddenly stunned when he heard this question, and recalled for several seconds before slowly saying the name of a dish.

"Grilled fish. ”

"Grilled fish?"

Su Zifang frowned.

This thing doesn't seem to be a special dish of Yunnan Province, right?

To be reasonable, Mu Fei said that he could understand a cross-bridge rice noodle or a flower cake, even if it was a dry ham slice.

But a grilled fish made Su Zifang a little unsure how to take it.

However, Mu Fei probably knew that his answer was a bit unexpected, so he took the initiative to explain.

"It's not the popular practice of grilling fish in mountain towns, but the fish that my grandfather caught himself when he went back to the countryside. ”

"The largest fish in the country stream is 20 centimeters, about three fingers wide, and I don't know what it's called now, but we all call it stone seam fish as the saying goes. ”

"Stone slit fish like to hide in stone crevices, hence the name. ”

"You can't catch this kind of fish, you can only go underwater and feel the stones. ”

"My grandfather used to be an expert at fishing, and he could catch a dozen of them every time. ”

Speaking of which, Su Zifang has already begun to make up a line in his brain: Wrap it in egg liquid and fry it, and the children next door will cry.

Of course, Mu Fei didn't know what he was thinking, and continued to add.

"It's easy to bring the fish back, just cut the belly and wash off the internal organs, and then treat the scales a little and you can grill it directly. ”

"Make a small fire, use wooden skewers to insert the fish in front and back, brush the oil, sprinkle the seasoning, and bake it until the skin of the fish looks golden and the flesh is still a little soft, but the bones are crispy. ”

"When you eat it, you eat the skin of the fish first, and then the flesh of the fish. ”

"The taste of salt and cumin is very appetizing, and if you don't feel like it's enjoyable, you can sprinkle it with a layer of pepper, and it feels like heaven!"

Su Zifang listened to Mu Fei's description, and his saliva secreted unconsciously.

This is a synesthesia of Mu Fei's sadness, and it is definitely not drooling when he hears such a delicious grilled fish.

The more Mu Fei spoke, the more excited he became, and he grabbed Suzi and said all the details of the grilled fish.

Lick your lips, revealing a bit of yearning.

"I haven't eaten it in a long time, I really want to eat it!"

Su Zifang's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this, and he immediately got up and grabbed Mu Fei and ran out: "Go!"

"Where are you going?"

"Brother Fang, you're not cooking?"

Mu Fei looked at Su Zifang with a puzzled expression.

"Eat grilled fish!"

Su Zifang looked at Mu Fei with a serious face.

Mu Fei: ???

Take a look at your watch, it's past seven o'clock in the evening.

At this time, where to eat grilled fish?

Mu Fei sent a message to Yu Guan: "Where is the best grilled yellow croaker in Shanghai that you said before?"

In less than a minute, Yu Guan's message was sent back, text, pictures, videos, and voices, and the content was as detailed as an interview.

"Yo, Lao Su, you're going to that store, I'll send you the address, just follow the navigation." ”

"The store hasn't moved out yet, and I saw that the boss posted a few days ago to promote it on Moments. ”

"When I got to the ground, I grabbed a random person and asked where the shop for grilling small yellow croaker was, and everyone around me knew it. ”

"By the way, his little yellow croaker must be knowledgeable when ordering food. ”

"Say it when the time comes. ”

"Ten small yellow croaker, three fried bones, three deboned, and four normal grilling. ”

There are four or five more sentences at the end, but they are just words.

glanced at it, to the effect: "Can Dad bring one back to Jingling?"

"Dreaming!"

Suzi put her phone back and looked at the place and fell into deep thought.

This is the most profound store about Yuguan in Su Zifang's memory.

It's all because of the things that Yu Guan can't do every time he has a holiday! Every night, he will send photos and videos of grilled small yellow croaker, accompanied by the sound of clicking when chewing fish bones, which is simply heartbreaking.

Su Zi let go of four friends, in addition to Yu Guan, there is also a group of three, from here you can see what the situation is.

The boys' dormitory, for the first time, pulled two groups because they couldn't stand the temptation of the little yellow croaker!

You can see how delicious this little yellow croaker is!

And there is a sentence in Yu Guan's mantra: "No, it's not as delicious as the little yellow croaker I like!"

Over time, everyone became curious about the small yellow croaker in Yuguankou, and the small yellow croaker also became a solid unit of measurement in Yuguan.

"Zifang, help me bring me a barbecue rice, I owe you a little yellow croaker. ”

"Lao Su helps pick up a courier, I owe you a little yellow croaker. ”

"Dad, the paper on humidity and mushroom preservation has not yet been written, and I owe you ten little yellow croaker!"

......

According to rough estimates, Yu Guan should now owe himself more than 200 small yellow croakers.

Su Zifang thought about it and took out his mobile phone again.

"You still owe me more than 200 little yellow croaker, when will you pay it back?"

"Sorry, the user you are calling is no longer in the service area. ”

A WeChat message was sent back, and it was withdrawn within two seconds, sending a bunch of unsightly expressions.

In the middle of the day, all messages were withdrawn.

"What happened just now? I got my number stolen! Didn't say anything?"

"Huh!"

Su Zifang put down the phone, this is a real dog!

Getting out of the car, the two appeared in a forest of buildings.

Liu Cixin said: "The city is a forest, every man is a hunter, and every woman is a trap. ”

But in Su Zifang's view, food is the trap, and the diners are the hunters.

They can travel thousands of miles to pursue the most essential appetite to satisfy their taste buds.

This desire for life itself is far better than that of wildebeest chasing water in East Africa and sheep chasing the most delicious pasture in the grasslands.

This is a more persistent belief than living.

Only this firm belief can make Mu Fei's wavering mind firm again.

Along the alley, after asking a few passers-by, Su Zifang and Mu Fei stumbled into a small shop with dim lights.

The signboard on the door, forgetting the words grilled fish, is half-lit and half-dark, and there is a special sense of decadence.

Inside the house, it was a different story.

The huge space stretched out Su Zifang's sight, and as far as the eye could see, there were tables and chairs, as well as full heads.

In the corner, I saw a five-meter-long oven that cut off the room.

On the oven, a stream of fish flips in the hands of a man in a vest and a cigarette.

Half of the hair fell out, revealing a shiny head.

The tattoo on the arm was half washed, and traces were still visible.

His eyes kept roaming over all the grilled fish, turning over handfuls of grilled fish from time to time and sprinkling seasoning.

Each time the watering can sprays an oil mist, it causes a flame.

"The boned ones are baked, serve them!"

"Bring me twenty more!"

The man who grilled the fish took a sharp puff of his cigarette, and the red cigarette butt burned violently, and the gray ash fell to the ground.

A skewer of grilled fish caught in a splint is taken out of the stove.

The worker skillfully divides the plate and sends it in the order in which the order is placed.

The whole room was filled with the aroma of grilled fish.

Su Zifang swallowed a ball of saliva.

Seemingly, it's the right place!