"What a coward!" Lin Anping turned his head and continued to stare intently at the water.

A black head poked out from behind the trunk, and Zhang Ling looked at Lin Anping with a bruised eye.

"It's amazing to be able to fish!" Zhang Ling waved his fist at Lin Anping in the air.

Zhang Ling walked out from behind the trunk of the tree, went to pick up the fish that Lin Anping caught, and said disgusted while picking it up: "It's fishy." ”

The fish that was forked with a bloody hole fluttered in Zhang Ling's hand, and Zhang Ling was so frightened that Zhang Ling threw the fish away again.

In the sunlight, the river shimmers and shimmers with a little silver.

Lin Anping, who was dressed in black and tied with a navy blue head rope, cleanly forked a fish.

Lin Anping walked to the shore and saw that Zhang Ling was still leaving the fish aside, with a black face inside, "Don't eat the grilled fish later." ”

"Why don't you give me food, I'll eat it."

"If you want to eat, you can help." Lin Anping picked up the fish on the ground and lifted it to the fish's mouth with a straw rope.

Zhang Ling cried with a sad face, "I won't, I haven't caught a fish." Nor will they kill fish. ”

"Nerd!"

Lin Anping walked to the river with the fish, Zhang Ling followed Lin Anping to the river unconvinced, and saw Lin Anping take out a dagger and hold the dagger in his hand.

"Give me, I'll come." Zhang Ling wanted to snatch the dagger completely.

"You let go, this dagger won't work." Lin Anping suddenly became fierce, pulled the dagger back, and then carefully hid the dagger in his arms.

Zhang Ling was annoyed and scolded: "Is it enough for a dagger? ”

"As for." Lin Anping said with a somewhat cold expression.

"You don't need to kill fish, you go and pick up some dry firewood, it's also a help." After Lin Anping finished speaking, he took out an ordinary dagger and put it away neatly.

Zhang Ling looked at it with some curiosity, muttering in her heart that such a fishy fish would really be delicious?

In this era, Hua Muyue discovered the value of ginger, but not everyone knew it, let alone a son-in-law like Zhang Ling.

"Not yet." Lin Anping glared at Zhang Ling dissatisfied.

"Okay, I'll go." Zhang Ling hurriedly went to collect firewood.

Lin Anping lit a fire and roasted the processed fish on the fire, while Zhang Ling squatted aside and watched.

"Here, eat by yourself and take the test yourself." Lin Anping gave a fish to Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling took it with a smile, and also followed Lin Anping's example and started to move.

After a while, the fragrance of grilled fish wafted in the forest, Zhang Ling sniffed and urged, "Anping, is it cooked?" ”

"Roast a little longer." Lin Anping patiently flipped the harpoon in his hand.

Lin Anping remembered the days in Shanghe Village, which was so comfortable, going into the water to fish and hunting in the mountains.

"I really want to eat the braised fish made by Sister Yue." Lin Anping muttered.

"Who is Sister Yue?" Zhang Ling, who was carefully grilling the fish, raised her head and asked curiously.

Lin Anping patted Zhang Ling's head, "Eat your fish, it's going to be paste." ”

"Huh??" Zhang Ling hurriedly raised the harpoon.

Lin Anping took a bite of the fish and asked, "Tell me what Lingjiang is like?" ”

"Lingjiang, it's very lively, much bigger than Qishan County. But my dad didn't like it. ”

"Why doesn't Mr. Lingjiang like it?"

However, what replied to Lin Anping was, "Wow, delicious, delicious!" ”

"Can you bake it deliciously?" Lin Anping said jokingly.

Zhang Ling didn't care about Lin Anping's jokes, she ate happily, and it seemed that it took a while to remember Lin Anping's question just now, "It's not that my father doesn't like Lingjiang, and I can't tell you clearly, so you have to ask my father." ”

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