After all, An Ning didn't eat the small crispy fish that fried first, and the two of them tidied up in the yard for an hour, and finally cleaned up all the small fish.

Sitting on the small bench, Anning spread his arms in large characters, not wanting to do anything anymore.

"Next time, let's buy something to eat."

"Who bought it for you to clean up so clean."

Jiang Xia was about to stand up and hold the fish basin, but as soon as he stood up, he screamed.

"My Waist ——-"

"What are you doing in a hurry!"

An Ning immediately reached out to hold the basin in Jiang Xia's hand and let him slow down for a while.

"It's okay, it's just that I've been sitting for too long and I'm a little stiff."

Jiang Xia slowed down for a minute, the stiffness gradually dissipated, and he went to get the basin again.

"Let's do it together."

The two men carried a small iron basin, entered the house, and began to fry the fish.

After cleaning it three times, Jiang Xia personally prepared the batter, and after wrapping each small fish in the batter, it was slowly fried over low heat.

The small fish, which was originally not large, was fried and the batter on the outside expanded to twice the size, and the small pot could not be put down at all.

"There are so many, we can't eat either."

An Ning looked at more and more small fish, thought about it again and again, and finally decided to send some to the neighbors.

It's one thing to deliberately avoid it before, but this time everyone reached out to help, and they were embarrassed to hide in the gods.

It's not necessarily close, but at least it's a little stronger than before.

The smell of fried fish wafted out, and the ducks and geese in the yard quacked.

"It's coming, it's coming! There is something for you to eat. ”

An Ning took the fish heads, fins and other things cleaned from the basin and fed them to the goose to drink the duck.

That's good in the village, as long as you raise something, there is almost nothing wasted.

The chicken that was flooded last night also relied on himself to recover, and An Ning arranged a sick meal for it, a little millet porridge.

After the small fish was fried for the first time, Jiangxia fried it a second time to ensure that the skin was crispy.

"Blowing up?"

"That's it!"

An Ning took a net bag, put the little crispy fish in it, and carried it to the house next door.

It's not necessary to go to every house, thank you, thank you, after some refusal, An Ning can still bring something back by the way.

After sending it around, the dinner for the two changed from a plate of small fried fish at the beginning to four dishes.

The moment they sat down to eat, the two of them were in a bit of a trance by such a neighborhood relationship, as if the Jiang family and the An family at that time.

An Ning picked up the chopsticks and ate the tofu soup sent by the next door.

"It's a little nostalgic."

"When people reach a certain age, they start to miss their childhood."

An Ning lowered her head and raised her eyes and glared at Jiang Xia.

"Get out!"

"It's late, it's going to roll to your side in this life."

"You ——-"

An Ning was speechless.

During a meal, the mentality of both people has changed a little, but in fact, getting along with each other is not too bad, right?

Most of the neighbors here are older than the two of them, and they look at Jiang Xia and An Ning like their own children, always thinking about giving something good to eat.

Especially like a grandmother in a big family, grandpa.

A rain, a meal, changed the mentality of two people.

In the next few days, the water in the yard has almost dried up, the water by the small river has receded, An Ning and Jiang Xia came out to chat with everyone more times, and occasionally An Ning can rub a mahjong game at the level of a big lady, and have a good time.

Jiang Xia found an old man to play a game and became the youngest one among them, chatting with everyone, occasionally playing chess and poker.