Zhao Qisheng reached out and took the fermented fish from the top cabinet in the kitchen.

Does his mother think that if she, at 1.6 meters tall, can't reach something, then her 1.83-meter-tall son can't reach it either?

Is this considered hiding?

What's the difference between putting it in front of him and putting it there?

Zhao Qisheng happily ate several pieces, then quietly put them back.

Aunt Zhao bought not only fermented fish but also smoked fish and small fried fish.

I fried the fish and then braised it for dinner.

Lin Zhou's fried fish was very fragrant, but it got a little cold by dinner time and the crust wasn't as crispy. So Aunt Zhao braised it and made it into a dish, which was just as delicious.

Because of Lin Zhou's instructions, Aunt Zhao put the smoked fish directly into the refrigerator to eat tomorrow, and didn't let the father and son touch it.

Zhao Qisheng still prefers fermented fish, which is fragrant and spicy. It's an essential dish for him when watching anime at night, and he can easily eat several kilograms of it without realizing it. He just can't stop.

After a while, Zhao Qisheng felt a bit hungry again. He tried to resist, but couldn't, so he sneaked out of his room to the kitchen and ate a few more pieces.

"I can't eat this, I can't eat this. I'll get scolded tomorrow if I eat it."

Zhao Qisheng then put the fermented fish back into the cabinet.

Ten minutes later...

Zhao Qisheng went to the kitchen again.

The jar of fermented fish, which was originally full, was reduced to eight-tenths full after his several treatments.

Feeling guilty, Zhao Qisheng put the fermented fish back in its original place.

His mother probably wouldn't notice such a detail, right?

After a night, only half of the fish in the fermented rice wine pot, which was originally eight-tenths full, remained.

Before seven o'clock, Zhao Qisheng, feeling guilty, slipped out the door to go to work before his mother got up.

We always eat breakfast at nearby breakfast shops.

After Aunt Zhao got up, she first made breakfast, and then saw that it was 7:30 and her son still hadn't come out. She thought he had overslept, so she went to the door and knocked.

"Qisheng, get up! You're going to be late for work!"

Aunt Zhao called out once, but there was no response from the room. She knocked on the door a few more times, and sensing something was wrong, she pushed the door open and found no one there.

"You're going to work so early today?"

As the children grew older, Aunt Zhao wasn't a very controlling parent. She simply opened the window to let some air out the room and then went outside.

Her son is getting married soon, and she never bothers with these little things; she's just looking forward to holding her grandson in the future.

Mr. Zhao has two more years until retirement, and he is already sitting at the dining table eating breakfast.

"Why are you drinking plain porridge? There's smoked fish in the fridge, I'll get some for you. There's also fermented fish. I'll take the rest to Mom and Dad later."

When Zhao's father heard that there was smoked fish and fish fermented in wine, he immediately perked up.

The next second, a scream came from Aunt Zhao in the kitchen.

"Ah! That little brat, no wonder he left so early today, turns out he ate half of the fermented fish I hid in the middle of the night!"

Seeing that only half of the fermented fish that Aunt Zhao had brought out was left, Zhao's father felt extremely distressed.

He hasn't even eaten yet, and there's already half left.

"I've already told Mom and Dad I'd be going over this morning. You don't need to eat the leftover fermented fish, but there's still smoked fish left. Let's have the smoked fish."

Father Zhao: ......

If you can't bear to scold your son, then cut back on his food rations!

"My living expenses have exceeded the limit this month. This fish costs 51 yuan a pound. I can't afford to eat it every day. I'll buy more after I finish this one."

It's a time when we need to spend money: decorating the new house, my son's wedding next year, the bride price, and so on.

Even if it costs several hundred yuan every day, Aunt Zhao can't bear to spend it.

Mr. Zhao had no say in family matters. He listened to Mrs. Zhao's nagging, kept his head down, and just ate in silence.

This smoked fish is sweet and crispy when fried. The fish meat, which has been soaking in the braising liquid overnight, is still whole and not broken into pieces. When you bite into it, the rich juice and the sweet and delicious taste make it a very appetizing dish for early in the morning.

Moreover, it's served chilled right out of the refrigerator, which is the perfect flavor for a refreshing cold dish that everyone loves in the summer.

The sauce isn't purely sweet; it has a sweet and sour flavor that's refreshing and appetizing, making it a very pleasant treat in the summer.

Sweet, sour, salty, and savory flavors spread throughout the mouth as you chew the fish. The texture is crispy and soft, and you can even chew and swallow the bones along with it.

"I think this sweet and sour smoked fish is even tastier than the fish marinated in wine lees. Honey, you should try it."

As Zhao's father got older, he developed a liking for sweet dishes, but because he was a bit overweight, he rarely ate them. So, this bite of smoked fish was absolutely divine.

The sweet and sour taste instantly satisfied my cravings.

Aunt Zhao sat down with her bowl and ate a piece as well.

I also really enjoy eating.

With their son not home, the couple enjoyed a delicious breakfast of smoked fish.

......

At the same time, the International Foreign Language Primary School.

In Chen Feng's class, Fang Yao's daughter was surrounded by a group of classmates, revealing information that her mother had learned from her uncle, Fang Jun.

"The older boy who used to sell candied hawthorns at the school gate is now selling fried fish at the entrance of Nanbin Vegetable Market. I want to go check it out after school. Do you guys want to come?"

Hu Jiayi nodded vigorously from the side.

Over the years, they have eaten many candied hawthorns, but they have never encountered candied hawthorns that taste better than those made by Lin Zhou.

It's either so sweet it's cloying, so sour it's tooth-rotting, or you bite into a bad fruit.

The key issue is the limited variety; they can't even buy the spicy snacks and candied hawthorns they like!

That's why everyone still fondly remembers Lin Zhou.

Fang Jun's niece, having inside information, suddenly became the leader of the classmates.

Although they are primary school students, they all have mobile phones or tablets, or at the very least, smartwatches, and they keep in close contact with each other in private.

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