Han Xuan and they walked on the shore, and the little white whale followed in the water.

Beckoning to it and being happy, spitting water without looking at it, children are willful, coming from the stairs to the door, the little white whale has not yet left.

Chubby was full of complaints.

All those who want to compete for favor are enemies, and there is nothing they can do about this scheming fish, so they push the fist-sized stone on the edge of the cliff hard, and they almost fall off with too much force, and they quickly retreat.

Seeing the guy who didn't hit the sea, he sighed.

The secret path is good, if the uncle can swim, he will definitely go into the sea to scratch you to death.

Enchanting ran home with cat steps, just happened to meet the stone crab planning to escape, remembered that it was bullied in the morning, full of fire, and went into the house to find the boss to help take revenge......

On the boat novelty, I went home and lay on the sofa with a sore body, and I still feel like I am jolting up and down.

The butler of Erna soaked a glass of warm lemonade and said, "It seems that this trip to sea has been a good harvest, I saw a fishing boat on the shore, and the draft is very deep. ”

"Well, if you're lucky enough to come across a school of squid and saury, do you know anyone who is in the seafood buying business? I want to sell those fish, there is no cold storage here, the big penguin engine can't be stopped, it's too fuel-guzzling. ”

"Captain Robinson should know that several of the surrounding fishing grounds have built cold storage, and I think we should buy one too. ”

"You go get in touch, Steward Ernah, the docks need to be done quickly, there is no infrastructure in the Gambo Sea Ranch, the fishing boats have to go to the Fisherman's Wharf for refueling, and the Little Penguin is still parked there.

At least recruit fifteen more sailors, just now I saw the spotted seals eating sea mussels, shellfish are not stolen by fishing boats, there should be a lot of them, and after the harvesting I will invite someone to restore the ecological environment on the bottom of the sea, and then the automatic shellfish harvester will not be used. ”

"I went to arrange it in the afternoon, and I used to have people ask to come here for snorkeling. Then the anemones and corals died, and no one played for years.

The guy at the tackle shop asked if you needed a speedboat or jet ski, and I told you to get back to you. ”

"These things don't make much difference, reply to her to buy the best quality, sorry for you, Mr. Elner. ”

"Son. Do eels have to be Chinese or Western?" Guo's mother tied an apron, she didn't like the appearance of eels, and let the boy's father deal with it.

Aunt Ella, the nanny, said that she would get them, they have mucus on their bodies, and ordinary people can't wash them, and they grew up by the sea when they were children, and they often made eels.

"Mom, have you ever studied braised eel?"

"No, it's about the same as braised fish. I called your grandma and she has recipes and has eaten her roasted eel before. ”

Han Xuan had nothing to say about it, and wanted to change to Western, seeing that she had already gone to get the phone, it was not good to hit her mother's self-confidence, so she kept her mouth shut.

Westerners like to fix the way of cooking, and each family has a fixed amount of ingredients and seasonings. There is also the cooking time, write it down to your taste. Do it later.

For how many grams of seasoning is used, it is not like how many spoons are often written in Chinese recipes, and it seems that the whole country uses the same big spoon, and it is strange that novices can make it.

Some Americans' recipes are passed on to the next generation even before they die, and they don't expect to have them in their own homes. Looking back, it seems that I haven't eaten my grandmother's dishes since I was so old, and the chef is all responsible for the family dinner.

The eels quickly turned into small pieces and were piled up on plates.

Jason was sick and wanted to help, but Han's father laughed and scolded him to rest.

Moved the gas stove to the courtyard, and the kitchen did not have a range hood. Chinese food makes a lot of vegetable oil, and the smoke at home is no less than a disaster, and countless smoke detectors are triggered in this way, and the U.S. Fire Department has banned Chinese food without a range hood after thousands of missions.

Han Xuan saw that his mother was frowning and didn't move for a long time, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know how to make a lot of ingredients in the recipe you grandmother gave me here, and there is a shortage of rock sugar, soy sauce, sugar, liquor, ginger, and monosodium glutamate. ”

“…… What's there?"

"Eel, garlic, oil and salt. ”

Father Han was dumbfounded and looked at his watch: "Where to buy it now, there may not be a store in Monterey Town that sells these." ”

"It's better to fry the eel"

The preliminary work is all in vain.

Pooh's eyes glaze out with hunger and he runs to Ava to ask for fruit.

Aunt Ella cut the eel into small slices again, rolled it in flour a few times, poured some oil into the pan and fried it, and it didn't take ten minutes to make it, while the other nanny made a pot of mashed potatoes and a few sandwiches.

Lunch was just a mess.

In the afternoon, Mom and Dad took the Big Penguin fishing boat to Monterey Town to buy things and sell the seafood caught in the morning.

Han Xuan stayed at home by himself, the first novel was written and ready to be released, and the follow-up plot had not yet begun, in case he hit the street, the manuscript in his hand would be in vain, and he was ready to see the reaction.

I couldn't find anything to do, so I lay down in my room and took a nap, and I got up at three o'clock in a daze, and my parents hadn't come back yet, muttering that I might as well go out with them.

The animals in the yard were playing with each other, and Ava was afraid of arguing, so she sat by and watched, and the two red pandas successfully melted into the fat Ding by virtue of their indisputable appearance.

At this moment, Han Xuan was slightly happy, because they made his life interesting.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he looked out the window and was stunned on the spot.

Jenny was lifted up by Pooh, Fat Guy scratched Snoopy hard, McDull hair was covered with Italian ears, and he was rolling on the grass in a hurry.

"Well, what do I think"

Pat yourself on the head and laugh at yourself, grab the explorer's diary written by Charles Robt Darwin, put on your shoes and go out.

"Jason, Johnny, come out with me!"

"Where?"

"I'm going to drive. ”

"Please wait five minutes, Algernon is going to the bathroom, boss. ”

“…… Okay, Sesid Town.

Mr. Erner, I heard that there are Native American murals on the seashore there?"?

"You're referring to the caves in the Kukulkan Tourist Scenic Area. ”

"Scenic area?"

"That's right, tourist attractions.

It is the place where the largest population of seals and sea lions is located in Seventeen Mile Bay, and there are indeed Native American murals in the cave.

Thousands of years ago they mixed charcoal with colored ore and smeared it on the stone walls, which was quite interesting, and I went there a few times when I was younger, so if it was convenient, please help me bring a woollen blanket, which was sold in the Indian settlements. ”

A basin of cold water was poured from head to foot, and before he saw Han Xuan, he didn't have any expectations, and said, "Okay, my parents will come back and tell them that I will go home in the evening......"

Two pickup trucks departed.

Herds of brown limuzin cows lie in the shade of trees on the side of the road, and the giant sequoia trees are verdant and towering into the sky.

The old car engine was muffled, and Jason had to work hard to change gears, and it looked like he should really buy a few cars, and the Erner butler told the location, and set off south into kilometer 1, turning on the radio, and there was a cacophony coming from inside.

Han Xuan hurriedly turned it off and rested his hand on the window.

Whisper humming: "Because-of-you,I-neverstray-too-far-from-the-sidewalk,Because-of-you......"

"What song?"

"Oh, my friend wrote. (To be continued.) )