Wang Xiaoqing is also happy.

"Brother Han, it's not the fairy manifestation, it's those fish who want to catch their breath underneath, you see that people stay under the bottom for a long time, they have to breathe, and the fish are the same, let's make a hole, and the fish jumped up and gasped."

Han Chengkui: They didn't understand.

Fish are born to live in the water.

I still need to catch my breath.

But now is not the time to argue about that, there are fish.

A whole bunch of people, just helping.

He who goes back to get the basket takes the basket, and he who catches the fish catches the fish.

For a while, it was as busy as the Chinese New Year.

That's in full swing.

It's even more lively than the last time a pig was killed.

I heard people who carried the fish back say that it was a spectacle.

Quite a few people rushed over to take a look.

I haven't seen it.

Han Dazhi saw that the fish was still jumping out, and then looked at the children clapping around the ice cave, and Wang Xiaoqing who was standing aside and looking at the big guy with a smile.

He'd never seen anything like it in his life.

There is a feeling!

It seems to have something to do with the Wang family's girl.

Men and women carry baskets to pick up fish there, something that has not been seen in a few lifetimes.

Duobao is holding a big fish.

Because of his small body, he carried the basket on his back very large.

In addition, there are two fish in the basket and a fish in his arms.

Such a small child, looking at the walk, is simply stumbling and worrying.

Wang Xiaoqing hurriedly hugged him.

"What are you messing around? Where can you carry this fish? ”

Take it with one hand.

As a result, a hand stretched out behind him, and with one hand, he took the basket over, along with the fish in Duobao's arms.

Wang Xiaoqing was taken aback.

What the hell.

What bastard sneaks behind him.

Look back.

It's that Meng Yuan.

The sturdy figure of the person took the things and walked away.

"I don't know if people are scary and scared to death, send those fish to my grandmother."

Wang Xiaoqing shouted loudly at Meng Yuan's back. patted his chest, but he was frightened.

The man didn't look back at her, didn't know if he heard it, and didn't know if he said yes.

Who is this?

But there are also a lot of benefits, this Meng Yuan doesn't look like he usually seems to be a little gloomy, and he has a lot of thoughts, but he looks really good.

He had his back to her, and he walked like a fly, his black hair neatly crowned on the top of his hair, and a swarthy hairpin pinned to it.

The wide shoulders tightened the down jacket, and the black pants on the legs showed off the strong leg line, aesthetically speaking.

Meng Yuan is perfect.

Of course, it is also because she admires the strong and muscular physique of men.

As if penetrating, he slowly turned his head and gave her an understanding, thoughtful look.

What kind of eyes are you?

Wang Xiaoqing was shocked.

It's small.

This man is definitely not simple.

At least it's not as simple as I thought it would be.

But I can't take care of it.

Can't get out now.

They were blocked in the mountains.

Everyone's life.

It's boring to think so much.

"Let's go! Duobao! Let's go back and let grandma make something to eat. ”

Wang Xiaoqing was trembling with excitement.

For a foodie, it is a big deal to be able to eat food to your heart's content.

The world is big, and I haven't eaten the biggest.

Duobao was also excited.

They haven't eaten fish.

There are some fish in the small river in the village, but they are all small fish.

It's not tasty when you catch it, and there are a lot of thorns.

No one in the village likes to eat.

The main thing is that I ate it once, and I was stuck in my throat by a thorn, and I almost didn't die.

Since then, no one in the village eats fish.

Although these fish leave a bad impression on people, Duobao knows that his own milk skills are good, and anything can be turned into magic in the hands of his grandmother, and it becomes very delicious.

Mrs. Wang mobilized the two families some time ago, and picked out all the soybeans in those eight-treasure porridges, and they also fought hard to improve their lives, mainly because there was no excuse for not picking them out.

Secretly, the soybeans that Wang Xiaoqing transported out of the warehouse were mixed together, soaked the beans and ground the tofu.

The people in the village really didn't know, but they didn't expect Mrs. Wang to have this hand.

You must know that no one in their village knows how to grind tofu, and everyone's tofu is sold from other villages.

Every once in a while, a tofu seller would bring tofu to their village to sell, exchange beans for beans or spend a few pennies to buy it.

People are also satisfied.

This tofu is naturally made by the people of the tofu workshop, how can they, the people in the village, make it? But Na Cheng thought that Mrs. Wang actually showed them a hand.

Not only can I make tofu, but the soy milk before the tofu is made into tofu is also very delicious.

There is also the layer of skin on top of that layer of soy milk, which was scooped up and dried, but it was tofu skin.

And tofu for whatever.

When you fry it with meat, it tastes so good.

Since Mrs. Wang showed this hand, everyone felt even more in awe of Mrs. Wang's heart, and they didn't expect that the old lady who was not visible on weekdays actually had a lot of tricks, who could know if they didn't take out this thing?

You must know that anyone who can make tofu is a craftsman, and they don't know how to do it in the village.

No one knows this kind of tofu.

Anyone can grind it into a pulp, but how can it be solidified into tofu.

No one has this hand, and it is said that there is a secret recipe.

In fact, there is no secret to tofu itself, but making tofu in this era is really a secret, and not everyone knows it.

Coupled with tofu, this thing is a little bitter and astringent, (lacking a lot of acquired craftsmanship), and many people don't like to eat it very much, so no one has developed the tofu project.

Mrs. Wang, can it be the same?

We have condensed the essence of 5,000 years of culture.

You must know Mrs. Wang, who can be regarded as a person who has experienced several eras.

What hard days have not been suffered.

Since she was a child, the old lady has done everything, grinding tofu, spinning cotton, spinning and weaving, making clothes, and storing shoe soles.

Not to mention the work in the field, although it is said that I later lived in the city, but as long as I learned these things, I can't forget them.

It is not always said that the children of the poor are in charge of the family at an early age, and most of the people in that era were self-sufficient.

So it's really a good idea to take this little thing out.

It's really not a difficult thing for the old lady.

Even if Wang Xiaoqing comes, she will not do better than Mrs. Wang.

Because Wang Xiaoqing doesn't know how to do this, her era is already a modern child.

Although he suffered some sins after birth, it would be nothing compared to the old lady's childhood.

Compared with the old lady of culture, she is not as good as Wang Xiaoqing, but she is much better than Wang Xiaoqing compared to this craft or the old lady.

No, Duobao they just know a concept.

As long as something is handed over to the old lady, it tastes different.

I didn't look at the wild boar knuckles two days ago, and the old lady was all stewed into sauce elbows.

The old lady used to be an old employee of the time-honored brand Liuwei Zhai, specializing in the formulation of the assembly line and the development of new products.

The sauce elbow is so fragrant.

I haven't eaten anyone who hasn't smashed my mouth.

It's too tasty, it's just too little.

Now all of them are beautiful, and the old lady must be showing her skills today.