Chapter 112: Eat Fish Soup

Carrying more than 40 catties of fish and carrying a bucket of nearly 600 catties of water, Meng Ge didn't feel strained at all. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The main thing is that the fish are so delightful.

"Yu Yang, your brother's strength is innate?" Zhao Lei followed behind Meng Ge, and finally couldn't help but ask.

Yu Yang nodded blankly, and lifted the radish mustard with difficulty to make his hands more even. "My brother has a bit of a lot of strength. However, she began to practice fist and foot kung fu when she was a child, and she also practiced some strength. Yu Yang swallowed.

In front of Yu Yang, Zhao Lei helped Yu Yang carry vegetables with one hand, and carried half a bucket of river mussels in the other. After listening to Yu Yang's words, he asked, "Then why don't you and Yu Li have so much strength?"

Yu Yang was asked for a moment, and then replied: "I followed my father, and my father has no natural divine power." My brother followed my mother, and as soon as he was born, he could kill a cow with that strength. My brother's strength is not small, you see that he is carrying more than 50 pounds of fish, it is like playing. ”

When Zhao Lei heard it, isn't that exactly the case. In front of them, behind Meng Ge, Meng Mao carried a large basket of fish, and his steps were very light.

"Yu Yang, you kid has to practice hard to succeed. Look at your brothers, your strength is really nothing. Zhao Lei said with envy.

He thought that he was already a strong person, and he could grit his teeth and walk a mile or two by carrying two hundred pounds of things by himself.

Who knew that he had just met an alien like Meng Ge. At this time, Zhao Lei felt that all his advantages were gone, and he was suppressed by Meng Ge.

Yu Yang was told by Zhao Lei that he was in his heart, so he was a little embarrassed. However, he remembered that he had just entered the mountains, and suddenly let go.

At that time, not to mention his strength, even his life became a problem. If Meng Ge hadn't given up on him, I'm afraid he would be a mess of dirt now.

Besides, Yu Yang is not useless now. Before, he was very good-looking, and his strength was no different from that of others, and even greater than his peers.

Not to mention, Meng Ge also taught him a set of boxing techniques and also taught him survival skills in the wild.

Thinking like this, Yu Yang no longer dwelled on the matter of innate divine power.

Xu was Meng Ge and his group had too big a goal, and when they entered the camp, a patrol stopped them for questioning.

"What camp is it and what are all these things going to do?" the chief asked as he circled around Menggo.

"Hui Shichang, we are the leaders of the third battalion, and we have just come back from the river to fetch water and wash vegetables. These fish were brought back by us and were going to be stewed for the people of the third battalion to be beaten. Meng Ge replied in a loud voice with the bucket on his head.

"Yo, boy, you can do it. Are you just a few boys who came here yesterday? Hurry back and cook. When the chief heard this, he let him go satisfied.

At this time, another patrol team came from the other side, and after listening to the conversation between Meng Ge and Shi Chang, he was dissatisfied: "Why is it only stewed for the people of the third battalion." What about our first and second battalions?"

Shi Chang waved his hand impatiently to let Meng Ge and them go quickly, and he replied in a bad tone: "If you want to eat fish, you guys won't let you guys go fishing." The leader of our third battalion is not responsible for the food of the first and second battalions. ”

Meng Ge and the others turned around the front camp, and they could still faintly hear the argument between the two teams.

It's nothing more than people in the same camp, and whether they should be blessed and shared.

When they returned to the camp, they were a little worried.

"Why did you bring back so much fish? We don't have so many spices to cook fish, so don't fish our pot." A guy who was chopping cabbage said in a weird way.

At this moment, Meng Ge and the others finally felt the discordant atmosphere in the room.

Meng Ge put the fish in his hand into a clean large wooden basin, unloaded the bucket on his shoulder, and said, "I promise not to smell your pot." But if I do it, I won't have your share. ”

Even in this life, Meng Ge refused to suffer a little loss. Aren't those people just lazy and don't want to cause trouble for themselves? Then she slandered them and hung them.

"Yo, I'm going to take a look at whether you'll dig the ground and make fish later. The man replied.

Meng Ge ignored her, took Meng Mao's fish basket, and helped Yu Yang put away all the cleaned vegetables, and then asked Huotou: "Boss, what else do we have to do?"

When the firehead saw that they had done everything they had to do, and that they had filled up the water they had just used, he said, "It's all right." You have to rest for a while, and then you have to go to the drill after dinner. ”

So Mongo took the fish and left. She went back to her tent, set up a stove, and made a pot of fish soup.

Fortunately, when Meng Ji returned the things, they didn't leave behind their two cauldrons.

Although it is not as big as the pot in the room, the two pots are not small. Each pot can make one or two hundred people's meals.

When the food was delivered in the room, Meng Ge's fish soup was also boiled. Because of the urgency of time, Meng Ge also picked out those crucian carp and stewed them all.

"Brother, this time, half of our oil is almost gone. Yu Yang looked at the milky white fish soup on the side and said in a tangled manner.

He felt sorry for the soybean oil. That's what they bought with great difficulty. But he wanted to eat crucian carp soup again.

Meng Ge looked at Yu Yang like that, and knew that his cautious eye had made a mistake again.

"Worry about something. In two days I will go into the woods and hunt two fat wild boars and come back, and boil you a large jar of lard. Meng Ge said.

After listening to Meng Ge's words, Yu Yang finally frowned. "I'm going to get a bowl and get out our fish soup. Yu Yang quickly entered the tent and took out two large bowls.

Zhao Lei carried a large wooden basin, and when he smelled the fragrance, he praised it: "This soup must be delicious." Serve it quickly, and those people have come to receive the meal in person in order to eat the fish soup. ”

"It seems like they've not tasted meat in a long time. Meng Ge shook the big iron spoon and put the fish soup into four wooden basins.

The fish soup had just left the room, and there was a sound of praise outside. Meng Ge took a small half pot of fish soup and put it on the desk in the room, beckoning them to drink the soup.

"Although there is no seasoning, this crucian carp is naturally delicious, and it doesn't smell fishy. Meng Ge laughed, and handed a bowl of fish soup to the fire.

Huotou took the soup and took a sip, smacked his lips in enjoyment, and said, "It's really delicious." I haven't smelled meat for a long time, and this soup came quite timely. Everyone tasted it, and it was delicious. ”

Meng Ge watched as those people snatched up a pot of soup, and then he made a meal and ate it next to Meng Mao.

This time, it was the picky Zhao Lei, who also had a big meal of fish soup.