Fried small fish can't be done because there is no vegetable oil at home.

It's not impossible to make do with fatty oil for frying fish, but when the fatty oil is only a pitiful half bowl, no amount of makeshift can make do.

Sweet and sour fish can't be made because there is no sugar and no vinegar at home.

Braised fish can't be made, because there is no iron pot at home, only a clay pot that looks very similar to a clay pot, this thing is used to stew soup, and it is too far-fetched to use it for stir-frying, because its thermal conductivity is too poor.

The steamed fish couldn't be done, because not only was there less seasoning, but Han Cheng walked around the small but empty kitchen, and he didn't find the shadow of the steamer......

"Brother, why don't you make fish yet?"

The little girl who had already consciously run to the stove, sat on the wooden pier and stuffed some firewood into the stove, and was ready to use flint to light the pot, had been waiting for Han Cheng to order the fire to be burned for a while, but Han Cheng had been standing there and wandering, without the slightest intention of moving, and finally couldn't help but ask.

Of course, Han Cheng wouldn't tell the little girl that there was no way to make many of the fish he said before, because it was too disappointing, and it also damaged his image as a tall and majestic brother in the little girl's mind.

Although the little girl only remembered that she tricked Luo Dawa's dog to the edge of the pit, and then kicked it down......

"And here we go! Brother, I'll make you fish stew to eat today! ”

Han Cheng sniffled slightly, and after coming back to his senses, he said to the little girl in a loud voice.

Stewing and boiling are the most commonly used functions of clay pots, and now there is no iron pot, it also determines that people in this era eat mainly to stew.

Han Cheng can only cook according to the existing conditions now.

Immediately, in the cheerful voice of the little girl, she picked up the fish that had just been processed and put it on the cutting board, holding the fish in one hand and the knife in the other hand.

Han Cheng chopped ten large and small fish in a row, almost five or six catties before he started.

The ancients basically only ate two meals a day, which Han Cheng knew, and when Han Xiao and Han Xing left, Han Cheng certainly didn't forget it if he did a little less.

However, these cannot be the reasons why he and the little girl opened a small stove at home, but let Han Xiao and Han Xing, two relatives, work in the fields hungry.

In his philosophy, when eating, the whole family should eat together, and three meals a day, any one missing, is a great sin.

After two days of observation, Han Cheng also knew that the ancients only ate two meals a day not because they were not hungry, but because they were poor and had nothing to eat.

Otherwise, his predecessor would not have gone to the river to spearfish with a harpoon......

The chopped fish pieces are put into a clay pot, some salt is salted, and the rest of the fish that has been processed and cannot be eaten for the time being is salted, and the already small amount of salt at home is basically about to run out.

After doing this, Han Cheng didn't let the little girl fire directly.

Because these fish pieces need to be marinated before being put in the pot to absorb the flavor.

In this process, Han Cheng was not idle, but turned around and walked out of the humble courtyard.

The current season is almost the end of spring and the beginning of summer, and except for the people, the rest is thriving.

When he was going back and forth to Xiaohe before, he saw some traces of wild garlic, and this thing had to be brought back, not only to remove the fish, but also to improve the taste.

There are a lot of wild garlic, and it didn't take long for Han Cheng to dig a large handful, and he pulled out a few wild grasses to make a simple straw rope and bundled them, and carried them in his hand to be tender and green, which was very beautiful.

On the way to find wild garlic, Han Cheng was very lucky to find a pepper tree, which made Han Cheng overjoyed, because pepper is a seasoning that goes well with fish soup.

Today's peppercorns have no fruit, and some are only dark green and tender green leaves, but with these leaves, it is enough!

Han Cheng put down the wild garlic in his hand, pulled the branches of the pepper tree with his hand, and picked the pepper leaves with the other hand.

If you are not careful, you can't do it, because this thing not only has thorns on the branches, but also has thorns on the leaf stalks, and if you pick it down with your bare hands, you will be pricked in your hands if you don't do it well.

This pepper tree will be protected in the future!

Han Cheng, who was carrying wild garlic and holding a handful of pepper leaves in his hand, walked back while looking at the somewhat bald pepper tree behind him, thinking in his heart.

"Fire."

After returning home and washing the wild garlic and pepper leaves with water and cutting them with a knife for later use, Han Cheng said out loud to the little girl who couldn't wait.

When the little girl heard this, she immediately took a fire knife and flint and beat it there.

I don't know how to get it, but it didn't take long for the dried moss that served as the trigger of the fire to be ignited.

The little girl brought the smoking dry moss to the side of the firewood in the stove, puffed up her little mouth, puffed out her little face and blew a few breaths, and soon a flame was ignited.

After the flame was lit to make sure that it would not be extinguished, the little girl took out the ball of dried moss and extinguished it for the next use.

When doing these things, the little girl looks very skilled, and at first glance, she does a lot of things on weekdays.

Han Cheng stood there waiting for the clay pot to heat up, then scooped out some solidified white grease from the oil bowl with a wooden spoon and put it in the pot to melt.

I didn't dare to put more, because the grease at home was really pitiful.

"Sting!"

After the oil in the clay pot was boiled and heated, Han Cheng poured the fish pieces in the clay pot into it.

After the clay pot made this sound, it quickly became quiet.

Han Cheng waited here for a long time with a wooden shovel, and after frying it, he added water, put in some wild garlic and all the pepper leaves, covered the lid and began to simmer on high heat.

"Brother, it's so fragrant!"

As the flames continued to burn, white gas rose from around the lid, and a rich fragrance spread throughout the kitchen.

The little girl sniffed hard, swallowed her saliva, her face was full of intoxication, and her two bright eyes stared at the white pot lid and refused to move it.

"Wait a minute, the fish isn't good yet."

Han Cheng stretched out his hand and touched the little girl's little head and said with a smile, but he didn't lift the lid of the pot to see the fish inside, let alone stir it with a spoon.

The fish is fragile, so it is best not to stir it back and forth when it is stewed in a pot, otherwise the fish will be crushed.

After simmering like this for a while, Han Cheng asked the little girl to stop the fire.

He lifted the pot with a spoon and poured some salt into it, sprinkling the remaining wild garlic into it.

The thick white fish soup with green wild garlic looks good, and if you can add some red peppers, it will look even more perfect.

It's just that chili peppers are still growing in the Americas, and if you want to eat them in this era, it's a lifetime series......

"Little sister, come and have a taste."

Han Cheng first filled the little girl with a bowl and greeted her with a smile.

The little girl, who had already been hungry, immediately leaned over to the bowl when she heard this, wanted to put her mouth down, but remembered something, stopped her movements, and looked at Han Cheng with big eyes: "Brother eat first." ”

Han Cheng was cute by the little girl's sensible little appearance, and his heart was warm.

"You eat first, brother and then serve. Eat slowly and be careful of scalding. ”

Han Cheng said to the little girl with a smile.

The little girl remembered her mother's explanation and wanted to continue to excuse herself, but she was young, and the smell of this fish was too tempting, so after hesitating for a while, she couldn't help but put her mouth to the side of the bowl.

I swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva first, and then I took a small bite of fish soup.

A little fish soup was entered, and the little girl's eyes, which were already big because of her emaciation, suddenly became bigger, and she squinted comfortably at any time.

"Is it good?"

Han Cheng asked the little girl with a smile while filling the fish soup and fish pieces in the pot into a large crockpot.

"Uh......h Delicious! Delicious ......"

After taking a bite of the fish soup, the little girl immediately couldn't raise her head to eat, and when she answered Han Cheng, her mouth was also vague.

"Eat slowly, there's still a lot in the pot, be careful of getting stuck in the fish bones."

Han Cheng explained with a doting attitude, but his subordinates' actions of pouring soup into the crockpot did not stop.

I didn't stop until the whole crockpot was filled, these were sent to Han Xiao and Han Xing, who were working in the fields, later.

According to Han Cheng's understanding of Han Xiao in the past two days, she will not be willing to call her back for lunch at this time.

But if you carry the food directly to the field, then everything is different.

After the fish soup in a clay pot was loaded, there was only a small half of the fish soup left in the pot, but these were enough for Han Cheng and the little girl to eat.

In the morning, Han Chengcheng ate half a bowl of wheat rice, and he was already hungry at this time.

After putting the crockpot in place, I couldn't wait to fill myself with a bowl and squatted there to eat.

"Comfortable!"

After taking a bite of the fish soup, Han Cheng couldn't help but exclaim.

The taste of this fish soup is naturally not as good as what he made in his later life, but after eating wheat rice for two days in a row, and several bowls of decoction that is so bitter that people doubt his life, at this time, drink this fish soup again, not to mention the feeling of comfort!

"Foodies, two foodies!"

Han Cheng, who was rubbing his stomach, looked at the empty clay pot, and then looked at the little girl who was also rubbing her stomach and burping, saying that she could drink half a bowl of fish soup again, and couldn't help but sigh.

After feeling like this for a while, the big foodie who had eaten four bowls and a half of fish soup led the snack goods who ate a bowl and a half of fish soup, carried a clay pot full of fish soup, and went to the field with bowls and chopsticks to deliver rice......