Fu Jingyou had made soft-shelled turtles to eat before, although the taste was not beautiful, and he almost didn't touch it later, but it was still no problem for him to kill soft-shelled turtles.

The only problem is that the process Lu Miao said is very vague, and he didn't say that he should kill the soft-shelled turtle first and then scald it with water, or if it was scalded first and then disemboweled, Fu Jingyou could only do it by feeling.

He poured the soft-shelled turtle directly into the pot, the water in the pot was boiling, and the soft-shelled turtle was also boiling, stretching its neck and fluttering vigorously, almost not jumping out of the pot.

The splash scalded Fu Jingyou several times, not to mention Lu Miao, Fu Jingyou himself was also startled, and quickly buckled the lid of the pot and compacted.

The soft-shelled turtle pressed the lid of the pot several times before it suddenly stopped making a sound.

“……”

There was silence in the kitchen, except for the sound of sparks "crackling" in the stove.

Lu Miao suddenly laughed.

Immediately after, a series of undisguised crisp laughter rang out.

Looking at Fu Jingyou's palpitating appearance after being in a hurry, Lu Miao really laughed so much that tears were about to come out.

She thought that nothing could break Fu Jingyou's always cold expression, it turned out that he was also at a loss.

"Poof......

Lu Miao rubbed away the crystal physiological water droplets from the corners of her eyes, and wanted to laugh again when she thought about it, but Fu Jingyou suddenly turned her head.

Lu Miao immediately restrained her smile, covered her ears and stole the floor to raise her face, "I didn't laugh at you!" ”

“……”

Fu Jingyou pursed his thin lips and turned his face again.

It can be seen that he tried his best to maintain a cold face, but unfortunately the uncontrollable flushing of the pinna and the side of the face has betrayed him.

When everyone is in distress, Lu Miao didn't dare to joke excessively, coughed lightly with his fist to his lips, and said seriously with a happy red face:

"Alright, take it out! Don't cook it straight away for a while! ”

Fu Jingyou removed the lid of the pot, fished the steaming soft-shelled turtle in the pot back into the pot, and poured some water into the pot with the water that Lu Miao had stirred just now.

When the heat dissipated slightly, he brought a kitchen knife to help remove the skin, but as soon as he rubbed it with his hands, he easily rubbed off a small piece of skin.

Fu Jingyou was stunned for a moment, and asked Lu Miao hesitantly:

"Is it to go to this skin?"

"Hmm."

At this time, the soft-shelled turtles have ascended to heaven, and Lu Miao is not afraid.

Squatting aside to watch Fu Jingyou deal with it, her little hand poked and poked a little bit of popular science, "The soft-shelled turtle is always drilling in the silt and sand, and the skin is old, if you don't go off, you won't be able to bite it." ”

Fu Jingyou nodded faintly, and said in his heart:

It turns out that this is the case, no wonder when I used to make it, it was like biting a piece of rubber in my mouth.

After removing the superficial skin, Fu Jingyou disemboweled and broke his belly according to Lu Miao's instructions, and the stomach of the four or five catties of soft-shelled turtle was full of oil flowers, which showed that its food in the ditch was good.

When he threw away his liver, Fu Jingyou didn't care much about it, until Lu Miao mentioned again that those yellow and clear oil flowers were also going to be thrown away, and Fu Jingyou obviously showed a hesitant look on his face.

It is difficult to eat oil, only two or three taels of oil tickets per month, soft-shelled turtle oil is also oil, looking at the yellow and full glossy oil block, Fu Jingyou sincerely feels that it is really a pity to throw it away.

"Do you really want to throw it?"

Lu Miao knew what he was thinking, and nodded decisively and said: "I really want to throw it, the liver and this oil are the fishiest things on the soft-shelled turtle, if you keep it, you will have to spoil a pot of soft-shelled turtle meat!" ”

Fu Jingyou had no choice but to compromise, put the soft-shelled turtle oil into the bowl containing the liver, and threw it together for a while.

It was originally quite a big soft-shelled turtle, cut this one and throw that one, and when it was cleaned up, there was basically a bone shelf left.

Holding a pot of "skeleton", Fu Jingyou glanced at the rice wine and various seasonings on the table, and sighed.

The work of giving orders was done so smoothly that Lu Miao couldn't wait, and urged around Fu Jingyou, "Why are you still stunned?" Hurry up, I'm starving! ”

Fu Jingyou continued to get busy.

Whether the soft-shelled turtle can be eaten in the end, Fu Jingyou always held a skeptical attitude, worried that it would disappoint Lu Miao, he lowered his voice and said:

"Didn't you bring peach cakes? Eat two mats first. ”

Lu Miao stubbornly shook her head, "No, the peach cake is sweet, eat it now, and it shouldn't be fragrant to eat soft-shelled turtle after a while." ”

Her attitude was really resolute, and Fu Jingyou couldn't say anything else, so she could only speed up her hand.

The soft-shelled turtle pieces were quickly blanched and fished out, and the small grease particles that had not been cleaned before were removed, Fu Jingyou washed the iron pot out, boiled the water dry, and poured a little oil according to Lu Miao's prompts.

After the oil temperature came up, pour in ginger, garlic, chili, pepper and bay leaves and stir-fry until fragrant, Fu Jingyou did not prevent it, he choked on the spicy taste, turned his head and sneezed three times in a row before he eased up.

Not to mention, the spicy and choking smell is really a bit like that.

The fire in the stove was obviously a little big, and seeing that the fragrant leaves were a little scorched, Lu Miao took the tongs and leaned over to withdraw the firewood a little, but even if he held the tongs with two hands, it was a little useless.

In the end, Fu Jingyou took the tongs, and twice pulled out the thick firewood with a small fire and thick smoke and inserted it into the ashes.

"What do you want to do now?"

"Just pour in the soft-shelled turtle and stir-fry!"

According to the words, the soft-shelled turtle was poured in, and when Fu Jingyou was busy stir-frying, Lu Miao was not idle, and took a bowl from the broken cupboard.

After washing, she was like a deer in the forest, blinking her clear and dark eyes, poking her little head and asking:

"Fu Jingyou, where did you put the salt and soy sauce?"

"It's on the table, the small jar is salt, and the round-bellied glass bottle is soy sauce."

"Oh!"

The kitchen table is attached to the wall that came in from the hall, and the salt shaker and soy sauce bottle are also attached to the wall on the inside of the table.

Lu Miao took the bowl and went over, and saw the salt shaker and soy sauce bottle mixed with grease and clumped dust, and her delicate brows twisted again, this time she was somewhat angry:

"The salt pan needs to be washed! Soy sauce bottles should be washed too! Fu Jingyou, you are really a sloppy king! It's dirty everywhere here! ”

“……”

Fu Jingyou was embarrassed by her, turned around and stuffed the spatula to her, took the bowl in her hand again, and grabbed the salt shaker and soy sauce bottle in one go, "You turn over the pot twice first, I'll wash it!" ”

"No, you, you wash quickly, you come back and fry!"

Watching videos before, Lu Miao was quite interested in food and food creation, and once wanted to try it, but the fried oil in the pot always discouraged her.

She found it really scary.

Fu Jingyou had no choice but to go quickly and return quickly.

Lu Miao scooped a bowl of clean well water from the bucket, poured salt and soy sauce by feeling, stirred it with chopsticks, she saw that the soft-shelled turtle in the pot was almost fried and discolored, and handed the bowl to Fu Jingyou:

"Here you go."

"What is this?"

Fu Jingyou looked at the water in the bowl, a little confused.

This little water is not enough to make soup, and if it is thickened, it will inevitably be too much.

Lu Miao pursed her red lips, "It's colored and seasoned, and the soft-shelled turtle meat is difficult to fry, so it has to be simmered for a while!" ”

Fu Jingyou nodded, took the bowl and poured the water into the pot.