The People Photo Contest is held almost every year, but the name is different. The most credible and well-known ones are, of course, national publications.

Zhou Sheng likes computers, photography, and all good things. He doesn't like to communicate with people very much, and there is a kind of subconscious alienation and indifference when he looks at the people around him, but what he sees from his lens is another world, like a gentle pond wrapped in ice.

Chen Xin didn't have much research on photography, and by the time she became proficient in using these techniques, mobile phones and cameras had developed to a level that no one could have imagined today. What kind of picture to repair, one-click beauty is enough for her to use.

The barbecue party started late, and the old people went back to rest around eight or nine o'clock, leaving the children who didn't have to go to class, and the latest ones made a fuss until one o'clock in the middle of the night. But they were still a little measured, and by about ten o'clock the stereos were turned off, and only the light music was playing, and the sound of this side could not be heard a little further from the shore.

Zhou Hao and Chen Xin took Zhang Zhang back at around ten o'clock, leaving the beach to the excited teenagers.

They don't have to worry too much about the safety of these children, they are born and raised by the sea, they know the power of the sea better, and unless they are delirious, they will never swim in the sea at night.

When she got up to make breakfast the next day, Chen Xin found that the two teenagers seemed to have gone out early in the morning.

"They took Zhang Zhang to the sea, I saw that you didn't rest well some time ago, so I didn't call you. ”

Zhou Hao came back with a small plastic bucket, which contained some small crabs and a few oysters.

"Throw the oysters in the barrel and cook some porridge with small crabs in the morning. ”

These little crabs look very clean, and after scrubbing, they are made to spit out dirty things, and the water is boiled and can be thrown away. Add some ginger and shallots and salt to the water in which the porridge is cooked, wait until the rice is soft and rotten, then throw out the ginger and shallots and throw them away, put in the shrimp with open backs, and wait until the shrimp shells turn pink and you can eat them.

The porridge cooked with fresh crabs and shrimp smells drooling, and Chen Xin also used the meat of small clams to mix eggs and flour, and then added chopped green onions, and spread a large pot of egg cakes. In addition, the squid that was not eaten last night was also fried with seasoning.

Hearing Zhou Hao say that his grandfather didn't like to eat bread very much, Chen Xin also kneaded the dough while cooking porridge, and when the others were cooked, the pot was mixed with water, and when the water boiled, he rolled out his hand, and threw the extremely thin noodles into it, and the two boiling water scalded them.

The noodle soup is made from yesterday's chicken soup made by the nanny and aunt, with two cut and blanched vegetables in it, a few clams fried with shrimp oil and olive oil, a beautiful soft-boiled egg, and finally some chopped green onions sprinkled on the noodles.

Pale yellow chicken broth, snow-white noodles, green cabbage, golden fried egg, and a spoonful of crab paste.

When the noodle soup was served, Grandpa Zhou kept laughing, he likes to eat noodles, but he doesn't like pastries, but the people here are all machine-made noodles, and there are always other strange tastes when cooked. The noodles cooked by this little girl have no strange taste at all, and the soup is fresh and tender, which makes people appetite when they smell it.

Zhou Hao turned out of the back of the house with Zhang Zhang in his arms, followed by a few half-sized children.

Chen Xin saw that breakfast was a little insufficient, so she quickly asked Zhou Hao to beckon a few children to eat first, she went in and worked for a while, and finally brought out a pot of black pepper beef pasta.

This pasta is the kind of pointed noodles, cylindrical shape, and after cooking, it is fried to make it more flavorful.

The beef was also not eaten last night, and it was put in the refrigerator, and it was just stir-fried with black pepper sauce.

Including Zhou Yu and Zhou Sheng, basically these children have never eaten pasta with this taste, and they decisively gave up the seafood they can eat every day, and pawed down on the spaghetti basin.

Chen Xin had also made a small bowl for Grandpa Zhou before.

"This taste is relatively heavy, Grandpa Zhou, you try it first to see if you like it, if you think it's delicious, I'll fry it for you tomorrow morning." ”

Grandpa Zhou Hao saw that the children were eating Coke, he couldn't help but get off his chopsticks, chewed a few bites, and felt that it was just like that, it was not as delicious as his bowl of noodle soup.

"No, I'm going to have some more of this noodle tomorrow. "Grandpa Zhou, who is getting older and younger, is like a child, and he wants to eat all the time if he likes it.

"Auntie, I want this tomorrow too. Zhang Zhang, who scoops porridge and eats it by himself, is simply obsessed with seafood porridge.

"Good, good, all satisfied. What do you want to eat at noon, I'll go buy some food and come back. ”

Grandpa Zhou is not very demanding, and several teenagers said that they are going to play and will not come back to eat at noon, but they want to ask for seafood hot pot in the evening.

"Okay, I'll make some at noon, do you have any friends to come in the evening? Say hello early, I'll prepare the meal." ”

Chen Xin asked Zhou Hao to accompany Grandpa Zhou at home, and she went to the market with her nanny and aunt to buy vegetables.

The nanny aunt has been working in the Zhou family for many years, and she is a very gentle and diligent middle-aged woman.

"We don't have as much food here as in the mainland, but the seafood is very good. You and your nephew have a rare trip, buy more seafood today, and I'll make you our seafood dinner. ”

Her skills are also good, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to do it in the Zhou family for so long, after all, Zhou Sheng's mother is still quite picky.

"Okay, good, most of the seafood I eat is not made by the locals, and it definitely tastes different. Zhou Hao said that Auntie's craftsmanship is good, and I also have a good mouth. ”

There are not many varieties of seafood in the morning, most of them are leftover trash fish after the morning boat returns, but in the past two years, there are also special stockpiles in the market to sell, so there are also those who want to eat rarely, but the price is a little more expensive.

This time, I came out to buy vegetables because I thoughtfully gave the money to my aunt alone, and asked her to buy more back, so my aunt also took Chen Xin to take a good look at the market and bought almost twenty kinds of fish and shells.

Chen Xin saw that the price of the shrimp was cheaper than that of cabbage, but the price of this shrimp was not much different from that of Jiwei shrimp on their side.

"This shrimp is not very delicious, we are all wrapped in egg flour to fry, the taste is average, if you want to eat it, we can buy a little and go back to taste it." ”

Chen Xin's plan is different, there is nothing in the summer that is more suitable for beer and night than spicy crayfish, hand-caught crawling shrimp and spicy snails.

Although there are no hemp and snails here, you can still get together a table of climbing shrimp and spicy crabs. In addition, I bought two sea urchins for the old man and Zhang Zhang, and took them back to steam eggs to eat.

After buying seafood and side dishes and seasonings, my aunt dragged a simple shopping cart, and Chen Xin also carried two bags of fruit, and then walked back slowly.

When she walked to the road and saw someone selling coconuts, she looked at it twice with curiosity.

"Do you still have coconut trees here?" Chen Xin only knew that there were in Qiongzhou before, but the words here are not very clear.

"Yes, the coconut here is quite delicious, do you want to try it?" The nanny and aunt only thought that Chen Xin wanted to eat coconut, and she didn't know that coconut could still cook.

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