Chapter Twenty-Seven: A Knife That Threatened
While he was examining the germination of vegetable seeds, there was already a rumor about him in the village. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info
"Xiao Lin participated in the competition yesterday and won the first place and got 10,000 yuan?" a middle-aged man asked in shock. It's the first time I've heard that fishing has such a high prize.
If he had known the news, he would have rushed to attend. When he was young, he was also very good at fishing. If you don't ask for the first place, don't you say that the top five will have a prize? The fifth place is 1,000 yuan, which is a great temptation for them.
Fei Lin's eldest aunt said proudly: "Not only that, the fish he caught was sold to a big restaurant, and he made tens of thousands of yuan." ”
As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes were going to pop out. Just kidding? After two hours of fishing, it will sell for tens of thousands of yuan? Even if you are 100 yuan per catty, you need more than 100 catties to have tens of thousands of yuan!
Being able to catch dozens of catties is very powerful. It can also be seen that how many fish did Fei Lin need to catch in two hours yesterday, is it possible?
Anyway, they think it's a bit of a braggart.
Fei Lin's aunt smiled: "You may not know that our Alin caught a king of fish, and the restaurant directly won it for a few thousand yuan." ”
Come on, the king of fish, that's no wonder. A fish costs a few thousand yuan, and it is understandable to get tens of thousands of yuan.
It's just that they don't understand what kind of fish can be called the king of fish? What kind of fish is so expensive, thousands of yuan, can anyone eat it? You know, they have been busy for a whole year, and they only have an income of 30,000 or 20,000 yuan, and if they eat a fish, they will eat half a year's income.
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When it was almost noon, the family began to prepare lunch, and Fei Lin hurriedly stopped the grandmother.
"I'll take charge of this meal! I've promised the people in the live broadcast room, grandma, you can rest for a while. I'll make this meal for everyone. Over the past year or so, I've practiced a lot, so it's okay. Fei Lin said to his grandmother and aunt.
For stir-frying, he is not going to use a big pot at home, but a small pot, so that he can stir the dishes and play his skills. The people in the live broadcast room just like to watch this kind of cool action, not to mention whether it is delicious or not, they can't eat it.
As long as the stir-fry is skillful and the stir-fried dishes are more beautiful, they will be able to block everyone's mouths! Otherwise, it is foreseeable that Fei Lin will be scolded as a dog.
"Okay?" the eldest aunt was a little worried.
After all, Fei Lin has been living outside for so long, in her opinion, she basically eats outside, right? Don't fry it to the point that you can't eat it, it's funny.
Grandma has confidence in her grandson, and it is also a way for children to fulfill their filial piety, so there is no obstruction. However, I was worried that my grandson would forget what to pay attention to when stir-frying, so I still stood aside and watched, and if I could, I would like to give a few words by the way.
Fei Lin didn't do it right away, but brought the notebook and others to the kitchen. The light bulbs in the kitchen are dim, which is not conducive to shooting. Therefore, he also deliberately changed a light bulb with a relatively large wattage.
Originally, it felt weird to watch Fei Lin fiddle with that set of equipment in the kitchen. But they knew that Fei Lin relied on these things to eat, so they endured it and didn't say anything.
At the same time, grandma is also quite curious about what live broadcast. This kind of advanced thing was brought in by the eldest grandson outside. In their village, it was the first time.
That's why she can't wait to call the people in the village over to see how good her grandson is.
Once you've got those devices in place, click on the software and start the live stream. In the live broadcast room, there are already two or three hundred people waiting. That's the benefit of having fans.
In the past, when Fei Lin first entered the live broadcast room, there was no audience, and almost all of them started from scratch.
"Sister Lan is also here!" Fei Lin found that Sister Lan was also online, and was a little surprised!
Soon, Sister Lan sent a message: I learned that Mu Mu was going to cook, so I came to see the man's style of stir-frying.
Even if she cooks, she will only fry three or five more home-cooked dishes, and they are not too delicious. She and her husband are both people with careers, and when they come home, almost always their parents prepare the meal, and they don't have to do it.
As a daughter-in-law, she helped clean up the dishes and chopsticks after eating, and that's it.
Therefore, when I heard that the male anchor who was pleasing to the eye was going to cook live, I had the idea of watching a good show, and I was quite curious, Mu Mu is so temperamental, what level of cooking skills can he reach.
"People don't know, in fact, I have been practicing cooking for more than a year, and I have learned something somewhat. Fei Lin told everyone in advance, so as not to make a fuss for a while.
"Mumu, what kind of food are you cooking today?" someone asked.
Fei Lin glanced at the ingredients, there was a chicken that had been killed, as well as pork belly, a few seasonal melons, and a green vegetable.
"Today, let's get a white-cut chicken, four seasons melon fried meat, and green vegetables are simple. "There weren't many people in the family, only four members, and they couldn't eat much.
In fact, it is not difficult to cut white chicken, white cut chicken is a very famous home-cooked dish in Guangzhou, in addition to Guangdong, it is very popular in all parts of Guangxi, and it is an indispensable dish in the rural red and white ceremonies.
"Let's get the white chicken ready! It won't be long, everyone. In our place, white-cut chicken is also called white-cut chicken. Fei Lin said to the people in the live broadcast room.
This dish is white with oily yellow, with the fragrance of scallion oil, the green onion section is bordered by flowers, and the mustard sauce and soy sauce are brought when eating.
"You may not know, but this dish has a story, I'll tell you while I'm cooking!" said Felin.
It is said that once upon a time, there was a scholar who studied hard to find an official and a half-job, but in the end, because he couldn't stand the darkness of officialdom, he gave up his official farming. He is philanthropic, bold and educated, and is deeply supported by the villagers. The farmer lives in poverty, is over half a hundred years old, and has no children under his knees.
This year, the Mid-Autumn Festival came again, he discussed with his wife, and decided to kill a hen, one to pray for the early birth of a noble son, and the other to fight the tooth sacrifice. The wife had just stripped and washed the hens and brought them into the kitchen, when suddenly someone was crying outside the window.
It turned out that children were greedy to play with lanterns and cause fires. It was a crisp autumn season, and some villagers' wealth was about to turn to ashes. Without saying a word, the farmer picked up a bucket and rushed out, and his wife went with him to put out the fire.
With the joint efforts of the villagers, the fire was quickly brought under control and finally extinguished. When the farmer came home, the stove was out and the water in the pot was lukewarm. It turned out that the wife was in a hurry, only adding firewood to the stove, forgetting to put the condiments and cover the pot. And the bare chicken in the pot was scalded by hot water!
The method of white chopping chicken is that when the water is boiled, the lid needs to be opened and the chicken body is just ripe, without adding condiments. For hundreds of years, the white chopped chicken has been innovating and enduring for a long time.
Without pause, he put the whole chicken on the cutting board, leveled it, and then picked up the kitchen knife in his right hand and played a few knife tricks beautifully. The kitchen knife turned flexibly several times in his hand, and the action was very cool.
"I'll go, just with this pretending hand, I'll give 100 points. ”
"It scared the hell out of me. ”
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Not to mention that the people in the live broadcast room were taken aback, even the grandmother standing at the door was in her throat.