Seeing that his mother did not agree, Li Duoyu hurriedly said:

"It's still early for confinement, you can raise another batch of chickens, kill it first and only make up for your daughter-in-law, she has been taking two classes alone recently, and she is too tired."

Chen Huiying thought about it for a while, and it seemed to make sense.

And when the little fat dun heard that he was going to kill chickens, he was moved to cry, not only bought pork today, but also killed chickens, which was more sumptuous than his family's New Year.

Without waiting for Grandma's consent, she went into the chicken pen and hugged the biggest with open arms.

"Grandma, this one won't work."

Seeing that the baby grandson rebelled in the chicken pen, Chen Huiying hurriedly shouted:

"Don't catch that big rooster, your aunt has a child in her belly and can't eat a rooster."

"Grandma, I'll catch that hen."

"That one is laying eggs, and you can't catch it, you come out first, and I'll catch it myself."

See that they have already started to catch chickens.

Li Duoyu went to A-Niang's vegetable patch again and plucked some green garlic and ginger.

Then he and Zhou Xiaoying brought a cutting board and a kitchen knife, and carried the whole bucket of seafood to the well a hundred meters away.

I found that there were already many people by the well, and the neighbor Wang Po was sitting on a small bench rubbing clothes on the stones, while Uncle Hu next door was cleaning the Balang fish that he had just bought from the dock.

The yield of this fish is very large and very cheap, and the docks are sold by the basket, even in later generations, it is difficult for a pound of wild barang fish to exceed 10 yuan.

And Uncle Hu's family specializes in making balang fish, and when the weather is hot, he will make dried balang fish, and when the weather is cold, he will make some semi-wet salty langfish.

And the children of his family, almost all of them are not at home, they are all selling Balang fish outside, some to sell on the streets of Rongcheng, and some to sell in villages in the mountains.

Now life is a little harder.

But Li Duoyu remembered that Uncle Hu and these children all bought cars and houses in Rongcheng, and they also set up a few stalls in the seafood wholesale market, and their lives were quite nourishing.

Uncle Hu saw Li Duoyu carrying so many seafood, and asked casually: "Today's festival is so rich." ”

Wang Po, who was rubbing her clothes, said with a smile:

"Everyone has reported a lot of fish, and they have taken photos with the leaders, so they can't celebrate."

"It makes sense, this fish suddenly became so well-behaved, I'm a little unaccustomed, this Lao Li should go to the ancestral grave to worship."

"The ancestral grave of the old Li family is far away, on the other side of the Bohai Sea."

Wang Po said, looking at Zhou Xiaoying, who had little meat on her body, and said to Li Duoyu:

"Hurry up and make up for Xiaoying, if you are so thin, how can you have the strength to have children in the future."

Li Duoyu smiled:

"Make it up now, and give her a big meal every day in the future."

"You can't lie to Xiaoying."

Li Duoyu chatted with his neighbors for a few more words, and began to deal with these seafoods, because he was working in the island country in the past, most of the time was in the back kitchen.

Most of the sea fish, he has killed.

And his skillful fish-killing techniques made these neighbors look stupid.

A fifteen-pound big catfish, a seven-eight-pound dog shark and an oil cone were processed for Li Duoyu in less than a few minutes.

The meat and fish bones are separated, and they are particularly beautiful, and even the bones are removed, which is no worse than these fishermen who kill fish all year round.

Uncle Hu, who was stunned, couldn't help but ask.

"Who did you learn this technique from?"

Li Duoyu casually responded with two sentences:

"It's so simple to kill fish, it's not enough to look at it a few times, where do you need to find someone to learn."

Uncle Hu, who heard this, didn't want to reply for a moment, feeling offended.

Zhou Xiaoying, who was brushing the pen stand, was not surprised when she saw that Li Duoyu was so skilled in killing fish.

She felt that she was used to it in the past few days, and she was too lazy to think about it so much, maybe Duoyu was secretly working hard where they couldn't see.

When Li Duoyu finished processing the seafood and returned to the yard.

A-Niang was grabbing a tender hen, the chicken feathers on her neck had been torn off, and then she cut it directly with scissors, and the tender hen struggled violently a few times.

As the claws stiffened, they stopped moving.

After seeing Li Duoyu come back.

Chen Huiying asked again: "If you don't know how to make fish balls, I'll help you make them." ”

Li Duoyu put the seafood on the stone.

"Look at me this time, I promise to make it, it's the best fish ball on the island."

"You stink."

But in the next second, Chen Huiying was like someone had cast a fixed spell, and her eyes widened like copper bells.

His son, who doesn't learn and has no skills, really looks like a chef when chopping fish meat.

The kitchen knife slashed quickly on the cutting board, and a dense and crisp sound was heard.

It's less than five minutes.

A big fish was chopped up for him.

Then there are eels, sharks, and pork.

The little chubby's frightened mouth can be stuffed with two eggs.

"Uncle, it's so fast."

Chen Huiying, who was stunned, asked her daughter-in-law, "When did you teach him to cook?" ”

Zhou Xiaoying, who was chopping pork puree, was speechless: "Mother, I'm not as good as him chopping, do you think it may be taught by me." ”

"Then why is he so powerful?"

Zhou Xiaoying smiled bitterly: "I don't know, I might have gone to learn it, I only recently learned that Duoyu can cook." ”

Zhou Xiaoying suddenly remembered one thing, some time ago, Duoyu came back drunk and quarreled all night, saying that after making money, he would go to the island country to be a chef or something.

I used to think he was drunk and talking nonsense.

I didn't think about it, but he was really trying.

Zhou Xiaoying looked at Li Duoyu again, because she grew up together, she knew very well that Duoyu's nature was not bad, and she was still very kind.

When I was in junior high school, I rescued a girl from the sea, and I didn't bully others at will, and sometimes I would protect those students who were bullied.

......

After chopping the fish pieces.

He gave half of the meat of the big fish to the eel and the shark, and he planned to make two kinds of fish balls.

A kind of eel ball.

A type of shark ball.

Li Duoyu put the meat of this fish in a large stone mortar, picked up a mallet and beat it.

Fish balls should be good and taste good.

The meat of the fish must be as delicate as puree.

When he was beating, Li Duoyu added some seasoned salt and monosodium glutamate, kept hammering for about half an hour, and added several catties of sweet potato powder to it.

Then, stir the sweet potato powder and fish paste with your arms constantly.

In the era when there were no blenders, making fish balls was simply manual work, and Rao was in his early twenties, and he was vigorous all night.

After stirring for half an hour, Li Duoyu was sweating all over his body.

"No, take a break."

Zhou Xiaoying, who was distressed, took a towel to wipe his sweat and shook a fan to cool him down.

Chen Huiying, who had just finished plucking chicken feathers, walked over with a big white chicken: "I know I'm tired, get up, and I'll stir it up." ”

As a result, she walked over to the stone mortar and took a look.

I found that the fish puree had been beaten, even better than her previous beating, very tender, and I couldn't even find a single fish scrap.

Immediately after that, a group of people took a wooden spoon for making fish balls, put the fish paste in the spoon, and then grabbed some meat foam and stuffed it into the fish paste in the spoon.

Take a turn and wrap the meat foam in the fish balls and place them in clean water.

In this way, the fish balls are wrapped.

However, there is still an important process, which is to put the fish balls in the clear water into a large iron pot and cook for more than ten minutes.

Fish balls are really good.

Li Duoyu boiled a pot of boiling water, then poured the wrapped fish balls into it in batches, and then stirred them with a shovel.

Looking at the big fish balls tumbling in the iron pot, Xiao Fat Dun's eyes were straight, he was already holding the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, and he kept swallowing saliva.

"Uncle, okay, no."

"What's the hurry, if you want to eat, your aunt and I will eat first."

"Ah, but I'm so hungry."