Song Shushu's mind was blank, and he was confused, and found that Brother Feng actually followed him, and went to the village committee together, and he actually agreed to eat fish together!

The carp stewed in the brick stove pot stewed for a full hour, there is a way to stew thousands of stewed tofu and ten thousand stewed fish, all of which are more stewed and more fragrant, and the more stewed the more flavorful.

When it was out of the pot, Hu Li and Hu Xiaolin added daylily, wild onions, etc., and even added eggplant and potato wedges, in addition to improving the freshness, it was a big pot full of 12 seals, this big pot stewed, although it was fragrant, but in Song Shushu's opinion, it looked like a pot of pig food!

By the way, pigs are omnivorous, what people can eat, pigs must be able to eat, pigs can eat them, and people can eat almost everything!

Fortunately, the sauce stewed miscellaneous fish in the house did not make any demon moths, and the smaller miscellaneous fish such as sauce stewed Ga Yazi, willow root and slippery seeds could not be stewed for so long like a big carp, ten minutes was just right, and the fish would be scattered after a long time, and the umami was lost.

As soon as the big pot and bowl are served on the table, I listen to the movement of eating and eating, just like the movement that will only be made when feeding pigs in the countryside.

Brother Feng was very delicate, picked a few daylilies and wild onions, and the fish only picked a small piece of finger-sized meat in front of the fish's gills and ate it, then put down his chopsticks and gently sipped the fruit wine that Lao Hou brought.

Wu Tiangui originally just politely picked some potatoes, and then his mung bean-like eyes lit up, and every chopstick was rushing to the potatoes.

Song Shushu secretly said that this old Wang Bazhen will eat, and the potatoes stewed with the fish soup are already soft, and they have infiltrated enough fresh soup of fish soup, plus the stewed time is long enough, the chopsticks touch slightly, and the glutinous and soft potatoes stick directly to the chopsticks, instigating a bite, full of taste.

Two catties of liquor under a potato is not a problem.

Song Shushu gave him a gayazi, this fish only has a big thorn, no burrs, chopsticks pulled, garlic cloves like white raw fish meat will be scattered, after eating, only the head of the fish is connected to a big thorn.

The fish meat was so fresh that Wu Tiangui couldn't stop the chopsticks, but unfortunately his movements were slow, and when he stretched out the chopsticks for the third time, a pot of stewed miscellaneous fish with sauce was left, and there was only a little soup at the bottom of the pot.

If you want to say that you can eat the most, it is still Song Shushu, who served a bowl of rice, took advantage of the chaos to clip a few chopsticks of daylily, and then used a spoon to put a few spoons of soup in a large pot of stewed carp.

Because of the addition of potatoes, the mashed potatoes are stewed until they are crushed and mixed into the fish broth, making the soup very viscous, and when it trips into the rice, it is soft and glutinous and sticks to the chopsticks.

In addition, the rice in the north is different from the south, the rice in the south is two or three crops a year, or even four times a year, the growing season is too short, and the yield is certainly large, but the steamed rice tastes like slag and pulls, straight to the throat.

Rice in the north is different, rice only produces one season a year, and the growth cycle is as long as five or six months, even if it is the most inferior rice, the steamed rice is full and round, and it tastes a little elastic.

Mixed with this thick fish soup, the fish soup perfectly fills the gap between the rice grains, and the two completely different tastes blend seamlessly.

Really, in this world, there is no kind of food that can fill the stomach with this atmosphere, and can have both fresh and delicious taste, which can make people eat until they die without rolling their eyes.

"Don't patronize and eat, come on, drink some drink, old Wang Ba, you can drink some too!" Lao Hou held a full glass of liquor from the Great Northern Wilderness, and persuaded the monsters and village chiefs who were burying their heads in eating hard.

Wu Tiangui shook his head and said: "No, no, I can't drink, drink a little and get drunk, you drink, you drink, don't worry about me!"

Brother Feng took the wine bottle and poured himself and Song Shushu a glass of blood-soaked fruit wine, saying that it was made with lantern fruit, diediemi, wild lily, and wolfberry.

Originally, I would be half drunk when I smelled the fruit wine, but when I squinted my eyes, I saw that Lao Hou's foot was full of skin, and he couldn't drink it!

If the girl's white feet step on the wine made from fruit berries, she will be drunk if she doesn't drink it.

Song Shushu is really not a psychological problem, it is said that back then, the prime minister of a certain empire with the sun hanging high, the favorite cigar was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, rubbed out on the thighs, and some people's favorite mouth tea, but also a girl with a cherry mouth, plucked from the tea tree!

As for the cigar rubber, the tea picker, whether it is a young girl, or an old lady who can rub out the skin, who knows!

The key is Song Shushu, looking at Lao Hou's big feet, his heart is not an ordinary hiccup, and the wine poured by Brother Feng is not good to drink, and when he drinks it in his mouth, most of it flows down the corners of his mouth and neck to the crotch of his pants.

"I'm going to die!"

Hu Li threw the bowl with half a bowl of rice behind her, and flipped directly from the bench, her legs on the stool, her body lying on the ground, her little belly bulging, and humming constantly.

Tiger Xiaolin kept rolling his hands down on his neck and chest, stuffing food and fish soup into his mouth as if he was desperate, choking and rolling his eyes.

Song Shushu's heart was raised, he wouldn't kill people, would he? But monsters, will they be strangled to death?

Wu Tiangui held the cane placed next to him, chewed the vegetable leaves dipped in the fish soup slowly, and waved his hand to Song Shushu, "Don't worry about them, they deserve to die!"

As soon as the words fell, Lu Cao'er, who was smiling, chewing things without opening his mouth, and was very delicate, suddenly changed his face, put the dishes and chopsticks down, hugged his huge belly, turned around and ran out, shouting as he ran: "I...... I feel like I'm going to give birth!"

"Huh?"

"Ahh

"My Heavenly Demon!"

Everyone was frightened, and even Hu Li, who was upright, turned over and chased everyone out.

I saw Lu Cao'er jumping up, and in a few moments, he ran to the dry toilet on the edge of the vegetable garden, and the door was slammed shut, and Lu Dashu was so anxious that he was about to hit the door.

Through the door of the toilet, you can hear the grass inside, making a depressed and muffled hum such as um, ah, oh, oh, etc., sounding painful, this woman gave birth to a child for the first time, and she may have to suffer how many sins she will suffer, so anxious that everyone and the demon are all clenched their fists, and they have no strength but can't help.

Wu Tiangui didn't swallow it slowly, threw his crutches, stood on one leg, grabbed Song Shushu by the collar, lifted him high, and shouted: "Little Song Village Chief, you should hurry up and help!"

Lu Dashu also pinched up, and followed Wu Tiangui to sway Song Shushu, making him look like he had hanged himself.

Lu Dashu shouted at the top of his voice: "Hurry up and think of a way, think of a way, the grass is going to give birth, she is going to give birth!"

Song Shushu's face was pinched and bruised, and he shouted in despair: "I studied Chinese language and literature in college, and Lao Tzu is not good at midwifery!