() "To love someone, either to give her happiness or freedom, to teach her to read, I can use my knowledge to marry her, and I am not yet capable of this."

Dalin nodded, understood. Tie Ming thought about marriage very carefully, and knew how heavy the weight of marriage was. Good young man, responsible and responsible, so he looked at Tie Ming solemnly and said with emotion:

"Tie Ming, you can say that, uncle, I want to thank you, I have received your sincerity, and in this regard, uncle will try his best to help you."

"Tie Ming said thank you first."

"What do you thank the family, come, Tie Ming, pour a glass of wine for your uncle."

Dalin has long regarded Tie Ming as his own family, and happily let him pour wine, just like a father treats his son.

Tie Ming picked up the flask and filled Dalin with wine. Warm wine slowly flowed out of the slender spout and into the cup, which gradually overflowed like a sleeping person when he woke up.

"Dad, although the wine is good, don't be greedy!"

Qin Xin happened to come at this time, still holding a casserole in his hand.

"Qinxin, what are you doing with that yourself, let the subordinates serve it, it's so heavy."

Dalin felt distressed when he saw the casserole in Qin Xin's hand, there are so many servants in the family, where do you need her daughter to do it herself? This girl, what are you doing in the kitchen!

"Be careful, be careful, give it to me!"

Tie Ming hurriedly stood up and wanted to serve a casserole for Qin Xin. Qin Xin did not let go, and avoided him and said:

"No, no, I'm wearing gloves, how are you doing this?"

As he spoke, Qin Xin had already put the casserole on the table, and the servant came to add four pairs of cups and spoons, ready to drink the soup.

What was cooking in the casserole, Qin Xin was so worried, and ran to the kitchen to bring it himself.

"Dad, Brother Tie Ming, you can try the seafood casserole porridge I made."

"Seafood casserole? Such a difficult dish, you can cook it? ”

Tie Ming said in surprise, he originally thought that yellow croaker noodles were already a difficult dish, but he didn't expect this girl to make seafood casserole porridge, which is amazing.

"You underestimate me too much, you can't do it, I've done it all, you can taste it and see how it is."

Qin Xin and Tie Ming flirted at the dinner table. Da Lin on the side only stared at the casserole blankly. It's so much like the pot my mother used to cook when I was a child, round, muddy, and with two little ears.

I remember when I was a child, this crude pot was like a magical treasure box, which could conjure up all kinds of delicious food, such as radish soup with fish, crucian carp soup, and three-fresh chowder soup...... My mother used the leftover seafood sold at home to provide the family with three meals a day.

The family guards a boat and eats around a simple dining table. Sometimes the sunset on the sea is brilliant, sometimes the sea breeze is blowing, and sometimes the sea is drizzling. Eating around a casserole is the most beautiful time.

"Dad, come and try the seafood casserole porridge I made, Dad? Father? ”

Qin Xin served porridge to Dalin for one night, and Dalin looked in a trance, as if his soul had flown to that distant sea, and he sat in the cabin again, eating around the dining table.

"Dad, what are you thinking?"

Qin Xin shouted Dalin again. Tie Ming also called him.

"Huh?"

Dalin came back to his senses at this time, and looked at the bowl of seafood porridge in front of him, so he was not moved. Holding the bowl in both hands, he sniffed it deeply, and said to Qin Xin:

"It's so fragrant, refreshing."

Qin Xin smiled embarrassedly, and a red cloud of happiness flew on his face.

"Taste it."

"Oh, good!"

Da Lin Yiyan tasted it, the thick aroma spread in his mouth, the porridge was cooked soft and rotten like puree, melted in the mouth, and was very lubricated.

The crab meat was crushed and mixed into it, and the freshness and delicacy were boiled into a pot of thick soup. Then put in a few green shrimp, oysters, garnished with celery, drizzled with hot oil, wow the gift of the ocean, the best in the world.

Seeing that Dalin didn't speak for a long time, only chewing the oyster meat, Qin Xin tilted his head and asked him:

"How's it going, Dad? Is it still delicious? ”

Dalin nodded, cocked his thumb, and felt shy again, very well-behaved.

In front of her father, she will show her well-behaved and lovely side, not daring to be domineering or arrogant, because she wants to rob her father with the eel essence.

Tie Ming had eaten a bowl of food in the morning, and asked the servant to add another bowl. When Qin Xin saw it, he said:

"You haven't said if it's good or not, I've eaten all the bowls, and I haven't said a word."

There was still a little porridge left at the corner of Tie Ming's mouth, wiped it with a towel, and laughed when he heard it, he was so rude, he ate the seafood porridge that Miss Lin had worked so hard to eat, and he didn't reply a word. Tie Ming hurriedly remedied, pointed to the empty bowl and said:

"Do you want to ask, you see I've eaten it all, it's so delicious, it's too gluttonous."

"Hee-hee!"

Qin Xin was very proud, a pot of seafood porridge tied them all, hehe, after eating the porridge cooked by Miss Ben, I will be my person in the future, don't think about running.

"That eel essence definitely can't cook, she loves beauty so much, how can she be willing to hurt her hand and cook? Look at how fragrant Dad eats, can you do eel essence? ”

"Qinxin, you can also have some porridge, you cooked it yourself, you haven't eaten a bite yet!"

Tie Ming picked up the bowl in front of Qin Xin and served porridge for her, Qin Xin saw it, but he had to inch in, and commanded him:

"Catch a shrimp."

"Okay."

"Add a few oysters."

"Okay."

"Drizzle with soy sauce."

Tie Ming followed Qin Xin's instructions and added shrimp and oysters to her, and the bowl was already full, when she heard Qin Xin say that she wanted to pour soy sauce, she asked her puzzled:

"What do you do with soy sauce? If you pour soy sauce on it, there will be no fresh air! ”

Qin Xin rolled his eyes, despised Tie Ming for not knowing how to cook at all, and said:

"You don't understand this, you can't drizzle soy sauce to bring out the freshness of seafood!"

Tie Ming held his mouth and smiled "hehehe", it turns out that there is such a saying, Qin Xin is not only a little gourmet, but also a little chef!

"Yes, yes, Qinxin, what you said is so right, I don't drink white porridge anymore, and I also pour soy sauce."

"Hahaha"

Dalin watched their actions from the sidelines, holding the bowl and nodding his fingers and laughing at them. The two of them were laughing and funny at the dinner table, just like two mouths.

"Qinxin, Tie Ming has Tie Ming's way of eating, don't force others, he has a light taste and loves to drink light porridge."

"Dad, how could I force him, Brother Tie Ming himself said that he would pour soy sauce on it, right?"

Tie Ming nodded, and used a small spoon to stir the soy sauce well.

Dalin looked at Tie Ming's move, and suddenly remembered another picture.

His deceased father also used soy sauce to make his own bibimbap, and he scooped a small spoonful of soy sauce in this way, gently poured it over the rice, and then gently stirred it well.

However, when Dad brought the stirred bowl to him, he subconsciously covered his nose and took a step back, unwilling

Take another look at the rice bowl.

"Don't eat?"

Dad asked himself.

Dalin shook his head, pinching his nose and refusing to let go.

How do you eat that bowl of soy sauce mixed with rice? The rice was rancid, mixed up for several days of overnight meals, some larger, some smaller, some hard as stones, and some as soft as mud, oozing muddy acid.

"Eat some, how can you do it if you don't eat, there is no good rice at home."

Dalin still shook his head, his father was angry, "clang", threw the bowl on the table, and yelled at his son:

"Bastard boy, you are delicate, don't eat white rice, what do you want to eat!"

"Wow", Dalin Cup cried in fright, and his mother heard the sound in the cabin on the shore and hurried in to see.

His father was holding his son's mouth with one hand and the bowl with the other, trying to pour the bowl of rice into his son's mouth.

Dalin howled indiscriminately, and stretched out his small hands to prevent the rancid rice from pouring into his mouth.

His mother rushed in, snatched the bowl from his father's hand, pulled his son by the hand, protected him, and questioned his father:

"What are you doing!"

"I'll feed him!"

"Feed? You call it feeding, don't you see the child crying? ”

Dalin hugged his fucking leg tightly, his face full of grievances. His mother wiped Dalin's tears with a scarf and comforted him, "Don't cry, don't cry." Dalin got a backer and his mother's love, but he was pampered and arrogant, and he cried even more.

"It's all you're used to."

"I'm used to him, no matter how bitter I am, I can't be bitter about the child. You see, our home is still like a home, there is not a grain of rice in the rice tank, there is not a single vegetable leaf in the vegetable basket, there is no fish to catch, and there is no rice to eat......"

As he spoke, his mother began to wipe away tears. His father fell in the warehouse in despair, smacked his head with his arm, and shouted:

"I'm useless, I'm useless, so that my wife and children don't have anything to eat!"

His mother hurriedly came over and grabbed his hand to prevent him from hitting himself, the fisherman's life was so miserable.

Eat by the sea, it depends on the meaning of the sea, sometimes you can catch a full warehouse of fish when you go out to sea, sometimes you go to sea for dozens of days in a row, and there is no harvest.

At present, his family is in a dilemma, he has not caught a single fish for several days, he can't afford to buy vegetables, he can't eat dried fish at night, and he eats less and less rice, leaving only glutinous rice hanging in a rice sieve basket, and a drop of jellyfish skin soaked in the sea.

What to do? Eat!

His father and mother ate the moldy rice, and drank a spoonful of rice vinegar, but there was nothing wrong, and the rice that was not moldy and a little bit left for his son to eat, and the son thought it tasted, so he mixed it with soy sauce. My son still hasn't eaten it, so I'll pour it down!

Dalin has been hungry for a day and a night, and he has also fought with his parents for a day and a night, and he is so hungry that he refuses to eat a mouthful of gluttonous food.

He envied his younger brother Maolin, who was taken to the countryside by his grandparents and grandparents, and he must have something to eat. In fact, his brother can't even eat hungry rice, and is eating chaff.

"Be in charge, don't beat yourself, I'll talk to the child about it."

The mother picked up the bowl of rice on the table, walked towards Dalin, squatted in front of him, and said softly to her son:

"Good boy, you must eat rice, people will be hungry, if you eat this, you won't have a stomach, my mother will pour rice vinegar for you."

Although the mother's actions were not as fierce and rude as the father's, the purpose was the same, that is, to make her son eat gluttony.

Dalin held back his tears, understood his father's helplessness and his mother's pain, opened his small mouth, and ate the meal in one bite.

"Good ......"