Chapter 4: Drunk and Broken Fish

One

When the little boy got home, he couldn't contain the ecstasy gushing out of his heart, and he immediately put the smallest fish he had brought home into a basin. Then he excitedly rinsed his hands, he rinsed them over and over again, until his hands were clean, and then quickly opened the lotus leaf and took out the handkerchief.

The handkerchief is a light pink embroidered with bright red flowers, and two butterflies play among the flowers. The handkerchief was opened, and a fragrant fragrance came to the face in an instant, a beautiful handkerchief. He looked at it with a smile with both eyes, and kept sniffing deeply with his nose, and sighed in his heart: "What a beautiful handkerchief, what a fragrant handkerchief?" It's the first time I've smelled such a nice scent. Fragrant and refreshing! He looked at the handkerchief, and the figure of Yingge kept flashing in his mind. How can such a beauty fall in love with me? My family is poor and destitute, what does she want from me? I'm not daydreaming, am I? Am I really so blessed? He thought that the beautiful girl in his mind seemed to be deeply rooted in his mind, and he was fixed in his heart, and he couldn't get rid of it. He thought beautifully. Then he put the handkerchief to his nose and sniffed it non-stop. He sniffed his handkerchief and looked up at the sun. At this time, the sun was blazing, scorching his eyes, and he had to immediately squint his eyes and turn to look at his figure. It's almost noon, so I have to cook as soon as possible.

For cooking, I want to put a handkerchief in one place, where should I put it? He looked at the handkerchief and quickly hid it in the torn cotton wool in the room, and then looked at the broken cotton wool with his own eyes, and said to himself, "No, the broken cotton wool is so dirty that you can't hide a clean handkerchief there." Thinking so, he gently took out his handkerchief again, and stood around the room, and he wanted to choose a clean place for the handkerchief to hide. Where is the best fit? Where is the cleanest? He looked around his house, and the walls of his house were deserted, and only the tattered clothes and dirty clothes broke into his eyes. He sighed in his heart, and then said to himself: "A home, can't hide a small handkerchief? Thinking about it, he said to himself: "It's not that the family can't hide, it's that the family is too poor, and it can't be cleaned up, and there is no clean place to match the handkerchief." ”

He took the handkerchief and walked around the house and outside the house to look for it, and he wanted to find a place for the handkerchief to be stored, but even the party that hid the handkerchief was clean and could not find it in his own house. He was a little anxious, a little discouraged, and when he was sighing and sighing because he was anxious that he couldn't find a clean place, he smiled, he found it, he found a place that was sacrosanct and admirable. At this time, he exclaimed loudly with joy: "God bless me too!" After being happy, he immediately started to clean up the Buddha shrine, gently removed the horizontal batch on the side of the "Heavenly Words and Good Deeds", and then folded the handkerchief and put it on the back of the "Heavenly Words and Good Deeds", and gently pasted the "Heavenly Words and Good Deeds" horizontal batches and looked left and right to see that there were no deficiencies, and it was no different from the original before he smiled and said: "Beautiful girl, you are the god in my mind, and from now on I will worship you as a god." "God, how can I care about admiration when I can't even eat? How can you take care of wiping? From today onwards, I will wipe the "good things said by God" every day and wipe the Buddha shrine every day; Smile and admire "God says good things", smile and admire the Buddha shrine; It's all because of you. Because you move me, make me worship, fill me with infinite love, and let me ignite a new fire and new hope for life. You are the god in my heart, a god of beautiful girls. Thinking, looking. I was ecstatic, full of joy, and ran to the yard to clean the small fish.

Two

There are many kinds of small fish: small crucian carp, small catfish, small grass carp, etc. If the small fish is slightly larger, he will remove the five internal organs, and the especially small fish will eat the whole fish. He cleaned the fish, put it in a pot, added water, and happily lit a fire. While he was boiling the small fish on the fire, he thought about today's coincidence, which was really beautiful. Not only did he touch a big fish, but he also happened to meet a beautiful girl who made his heart move. This coincidence is really a godsend, and I want to seize the opportunity to let the beautiful girl really marry her. He thought, the small fish boiling in the pot was "coo-goo-goo" open. Thought, occupied his mind, and the beautiful girl's face made him unforgettable. His focused heart and the beautiful girl who never forgot made him think about boiling small fish for a long time. Until a pungent smell made him bounce up and shouted: "It's not good, I haven't pasted the small fish before I paste it, and the small fish will smell mush!" He hurriedly lifted the lid of the pot, poured half a scoop of water into the fish pot, and quickly pasted a circle of dumplings on the side of the pot with mixed noodles (the mixed noodles are flour mixed with corn, sorghum, and grass seeds), and then covered the pot and carefully lit the firewood.

This time he was very attentive, he didn't dare to be careless, he didn't dare to get distracted, lest he scorch the small fish. He lit the fire carefully and attentively, and did not stop until the side of the pot "sizzled". After the little fish was boiled, he immediately got up and looked up, and "God said good things" came straight into his eyes. "Heaven says good things" is all his expectations for the gods, and behind this "God says good things" is his unforgettable, irrepressible and joyful expectations. He watched, watching the heavens say good things and sweetness in his heart like a spring breeze, he couldn't restrain himself any longer, smiled again, and said to himself: "My goddess, this is your place in my heart, with the gods, even better than the gods." ”

He happily looked at the horizontal criticism of "God said good things", and kept talking to himself, constantly thinking about the sweetness behind the horizontal criticism, and his heart was full of incomparable happiness and reverie. I want a beautiful girl like a flower, I want the two to worship each other and start a family, I want the husband and wife to stay together day and night, and I want to have a bunch of fat dolls. Thinking about it, he blushed and whispered inwardly, "How old are you?" Do you want to be a dad and hug a doll? I'm not shy! He laughed at himself and shamed his mouth. Then he comforted himself and said, "Why bother? Human nature, who doesn't want to be good? Who doesn't want to marry a daughter-in-law and hold a doll? Zhao Wanshan in the village became a father at the age of thirteen, so it's not surprising that I have such thoughts. I am a poor baby, if it was a rich child, I would have married a wife and had children. He thought, thinking about the beautiful girl, thinking about the chance encounter between the two, thinking about the fate of the two, thinking about ...... He thought endlessly, and even put himself on the side of the gluttonous fish and the outside of his mind.

The fragrance of the small fish filled the whole room, and it also filled his sense of smell, stimulated his taste buds, interrupted his heart, he quickly lifted the lid of the pot, and shouted in his heart: "Fortunately, there is no paste in the pot, no burning." He looked at the small fish boiled with dumplings, smelled the delicious taste of the small fish boiled with dumplings, and said to himself: It's really fragrant, he is just a poor family's practice, no cooking oil, no ingredients to add flavor and so fragrant. If you use cooking oil to fry the small fish yellow, then pour soy sauce and vinegar. Then put green onions, ginger, garlic, seasonings, etc., and the small fish boiled in this way is more delicious and attractive. However, that kind of taste is still eaten at my grandmother's house, and my grandmother makes cornmeal dumplings and boiled small fish, yellow and clear cornmeal dumplings, crispy slag, and yellow and bright small fish, which are fragrant. The practice of small fish is also unique, grandma uses edible oil to fry yellow fish, then cook soy sauce, vinegar, put on various seasonings, and paste a circle of cornmeal dumplings around, so this practice is full of fragrance and tempting coveting. Now that grandma is far away from the world, the unique cornmeal and small fish have long been gone. Now, boiled fish in white water is its own way of eating. But I also think it's delicious.

Three.

Delicious cornmeal and fish are a favorite dish along the local canals. Even Mrs. Kuo, a large family, Miss Jiao is salivating and praising this delicacy. It has become a famous brand delicacy on the local table and a favorite meal of the common people. It's delicious and simple. Boil small fish at the bottom of the pot, and paste dumplings on the side of the pot; One pot is fresh, one pot is cooked. It saves time and fire; It is not only labor-saving, but also firewood-saving; It is also delicious and delicious. The reason why it is delicious is that half of the dumplings are soaked in the fish pot, and the delicious fish soup is soaked in the dumplings, and the deliciousness of the fish soup is absorbed by the dumplings soaked in the pot. It tastes delicious and fragrant. He thought that he would remove the dumplings one by one, carefully shovel the small fish on the plate, and wait for his father to return.

He watched the dumplings and the small fish salivating one by one, and couldn't help but reach out and pinch a small fish in his mouth, he tasted it, and then exclaimed, "Ah, no, why is there no salty taste?" By the way, I forgot to put salt. Fortunately, Dad hasn't come back yet, and if Dad comes back, he will be disheartened and angry at himself, saying, 'What do you want?' If you lose everything, how can you hang yourself and not be single-minded? Can't do anything big? Thinking that he blushed, he quickly lit the fire, scooped some water into the pot and boiled it again, put salt in it, and poured the small fish back into the pot. For a moment, there was a "gurgling" sound in the fish pot. The boiled fish quickly absorbed the saltiness, and he shoveled it back into the plate again. The neat little fish changed their appearance, one by one the little fish were miserable, either with a broken head or a broken tail, he looked at the mutilated little fish and said to himself: "It's really indispensable." Drunk heart, broken fish, ruined craft. Dad would be angry and blame himself when he saw it. He muttered to himself remorsefully.