"Oh, that happened 20 years ago. The policies were different then. Picking it up in the river wasn't considered fleecing socialism, but there were definitely people who were jealous," said Xie Ailian.
Wang Zhaozhao and the others: “……!”
However, Wang Zhaozhao glanced at Xie Ailian and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.
Her grandmother must be recalling the scene back then, right? The happy memories made her glow softly.
Wang Zhaozhao's mind also appeared the scene of her grandmother, who was younger than she is now, happily and skillfully killing and pickling fish. The scene finally stopped in the sunny yard, with wooden racks full of fish pieces drying in the sun.
"That's great." Wang Zhaozhao said lightly.
"Yes, there was plenty of fish that year." Xie Ailian chuckled and lowered her head to continue casting castor beans.
On this day, their yard was filled with the aroma of fish.
In fact, if you go out, you will find that many families in the village have fish-flavored dishes, right?
While eating, Wang Zhaozhao was still immersed in a wonderful mood and couldn't help but sigh.
Unexpectedly, Comrade Xie Ailian poured a basin of cold water on her head, "It might also be a smell of earth."
"Why?" Wang Zhaozhao looked confused.
"I'm reluctant to add oil, and there aren't many ingredients, so it just has an earthy smell when it's cooked." As Xie Ailian spoke, a little bit of heartache flashed through her mind.
Look at this bowl of milky white fish soup in front of you...
Oil is so expensive.
"Fortunately, it wasn't Grandma who cooked." After hearing this, Wang Zhaozhao had only one thought, and then, "Ah..."
After being hit on the head with a chopstick, she asked with a depressed look, "Grandma, why did you hit me?"
"What do you think?" Xie Ailian asked back softly.
“…” Wang Zhaozhao looked innocent and confused.
What is she doing?
Wang Sibing laughed so hard, "Niece, you just blurted out what was on your mind."
Well……
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