Chapter 133: Making Fish Balls 2
Ye Jin said funny: "You are indispensable, let's go home and eat slowly when we are done." β
She found that since she became an official partner with Yan Xun, Yan Xun has become more and more naΓ―ve, sometimes like a child.
The words "we" and "go home" poked at the softest place in Yan Xun's heart, and he was instantly soothed, and said with a "hmm": "Okay, let's go home and eat." β
Last night's batch of fish balls, it was already dark.
When the participants returned home, one of them brought a large stone bowl, while the woman called her man to bring a stone bowl and filled it with fish balls.
Ye Hibiscus told them to bury the stone bowl containing the fish balls in the snow, and boil them in water when they eat.
The crowd carried the stone bowl on their backs and lined up in a dragon to go to the tribe.
Wherever you go, the fragrance wafts.
From time to time, someone stuffs a fish ball into their mouth and eats it with relish.
"What are you eating? Where do you get the food? Someone asked enviously as the team followed.
"Fish balls, made of fish, Lord Yan Xun took us to get them." The person who topped the fish balls replied proudly.
"Hey, it smells so good, can you give me a taste? I'll trade you for a piece of human flesh. β
"If you want to eat and catch fish by yourself, Lord Xianxun will organize more people to catch fish tomorrow."
Feng Xi walked on the road with his father in his arms, and happened to encounter this lively scene.
The patriarch's face turned dark, and he slammed his crutches hard: "Go and see what kind of food you are looking for." β
"Yes, father."
Feng Xi stepped forward, and everyone immediately greeted politely.
But compared to Yan Xun, they have less admiration for Feng Xi.
"What are you topping? Can you show me? Feng Xi asked politely.
The man immediately put down the stone bowl and took the initiative to grab three or four fish balls and handed them to Feng Xi.
"Thank you."
Feng Xi took the fish balls and returned to the patriarch.
"What is this?" The patriarch looked contemptuously at the snow-white pill in his son's hand.
"I heard it's made of fish." Feng Xi said.
The patriarch sneered: "After Yan Xun married a slave, he was willing to be cheap, and fish and meat were also treasured." β
"I think everybody's happy."
Feng Xi felt that the taste of the fish balls should be good, but the patriarch would be wrong.
"Whoever keeps them alive will smile at whomever they want. Kill a few more slaves tomorrow so that everyone can eat more. If it's not enough, slaughter the ones in the workshop. The patriarch said ruthlessly.
Feng Xi was stunned, and while he was disappointed in his father, he felt that his father was old, and he had no time to deal with many things, so he should take the lead.
He stuffed a fish ball into his mouth, and the patriarch glared at his son at first, but he didn't stop it, and couldn't help asking, "How is it?" β
Feng Xi's eyes lit up a few degrees, and he nodded: "It's delicious, you can try it too." β
The patriarch pursed his shriveled lips and hesitated for a moment before he tremblingly reached out and took a fish ball and put it in his mouth.
If the young man is just a surprise and novelty for the fish ball, it is a godsend for the patriarch.
The patriarch was getting older, his teeth were bad, and it was difficult to eat meat, so he was getting thinner and thinner.
This fish ball not only tastes good, but also solves his problem of difficulty in chewing, and it is simply tailor-made for him.
Feng Xi looked at his father amusedly and said, "Not bad, right?" β
The patriarch's face was full of embarrassment.
"Tomorrow, you call on all the fallen people to go down to the river to fish, and you can't let Yan Xun snatch away the support of the people!" The patriarch said.
Feng Xi sighed: "Good father." β