Gao Guojing patted his not-so-sturdy chest and said, "Okay, leave it to me. I'll definitely arrange everything perfectly. Now, we just need to wait for Sister Rujia to show her skills."
Yu Rujia hadn't done anything for a while, but she still deftly gutted, deboned, and washed the fish under the watchful eyes of the children.
Upon witnessing such a bloody scene, the children, including the youngest, Duoxi, stared wide-eyed, their innocent faces showing no trace of fear.
Yu Rujia: "Duofu, go help your aunt wash that basket of goose intestines and vegetables. Your aunt will cook it for you later."
Sun Qingqing said she would bring over some goose intestines and vegetables, and she actually brought over a basket before going home.
Duofu obediently got up, and his little tail Duoshou followed suit, and together they carried the goose intestines to the hand pump well to wash them.
The basket was sturdy, and there was another basket full of goose intestines, weighing about five or six pounds in total. Even though Duofu had taken the strengthening pill, he was still a child who was not yet four years old.
It was quite strenuous to carry something weighing five or six pounds for more than twenty meters, but Duoshou went over to lend a hand, and the weight in his hands immediately became lighter.
As Duoshou got a little older, he preferred to stay with the steady Duofu. Duoxi, being a bit more mischievous, stayed with Duolu. Of course, most of the time the kids played together.
Yu Rujia not only made fish paste and fish soup, but also braised fish, spicy and sour chicken giblets, garlic ribs and cold goose intestines.
When Gao Shujing returned from the Tongfeng Brigade, he smelled a delicious aroma as soon as he entered the house. He glanced at the dishes on the table and knew that they were not made by Gao Guojing.
Gao Shujing gave him a cool look, turning what should have been a question into a statement: "This dish was made by Rujia, right?" This kid, Guojing, I told him to do more housework, why did he make Rujia do it?
Yu Rujia: "Yes, today is the big cleaning day. All the little ones in the family helped a lot, so I cooked a meal to reward them."
Duolu, drooling, said, "Uncle's back, let's eat."
Duoxi craned her neck to probe into the fish soup, knowing it was food she could eat, her mouth practically watering into the bowl: "Eat, eat, eat..."
Yu Rujia pulled the little guy down and settled him on the chair: "Okay, let's get our bowls and eat."
Except for lunch, Gao Shujing eats breakfast and dinner at home. In order not to keep his family waiting, he set a time for him to come back.
There's no traffic congestion at this time, so if you time it right, it won't change much, and you'll be back within those few minutes every day.
Yu Rujia timed the cooking perfectly, and just before Gao Shujing returned, she finished making the last dish and served it.
Captain Fang of the Tongfeng Brigade was very enthusiastic. Since it was close to the mountains, there were more prey. Every noon, he would prepare at least one meat dish for Gao Shujing.
His cooking skills are just average, even worse than Gao Guojing's, who is a beginner cook.
Mainly due to the influence of the times, they didn't put much effort into cooking, which made Gao Shujing, who had been eating refined food ever since he teamed up with Yu Rujia, very uncomfortable.
It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. This is human nature, and Gao Shujing is no exception.
He had been planning to treat himself to a big meal after finishing his work with the Tongfeng Brigade, but before that day even arrived, Yu Rujia had already started cooking, his hands constantly busy picking up food.
Even the usually rational Gao Shujing is like this, and the kids who have been influenced by Gao Guojing for a week are even less concerned about table manners.
Despite his speech being somewhat slurred, Duoxi wields the spoon with incredible skill, no less than the twins, except that he swings it too fast, scattering rice grains everywhere.
Gao Shujing stopped what he was doing and reached out a hand to stop Duoxi, who was about to put the food into the bowl again: "Duoxi, slow down, don't make a mess of the food."
Having had his eating posture corrected for the past few days, Duoxi saw the table covered in rice grains and felt a pang of guilt as he wiped his mouth, saying, "Slow down, I'll eat slowly."
Gao Shujing then let go of his hand: "That's a good baby."
While managing to stop this side, they neglected the others. When Duolu was scooping up a piece of fish, Duoshou accidentally pushed him, causing the fish to fall. When he tried to scoop it up again, he found that the piece of fish he had been eyeing had been taken away by a pair of chopsticks.
Looking up, he saw his flesh being shoved into a large mouth. Duolu immediately cried out, "Uncle Guojing is so mean, he's stealing my flesh!"
Gao Guojing, engrossed in his meal, didn't notice that he had eaten the meat that Duolu had his eye on, and gave Duolu a questioning look.
Gao Guojing said, "Duolu can pick whichever meat he wants to eat." After saying that, he picked up a piece of fish from the bowl and put it in his mouth. There were also two spoons scooping up fish.
Seeing this, Duolu no longer cared about the piece of fish he had lost and joined the struggle, fearing that if he stopped even for a moment, the fish would be gone.
After the meal, the plates were spotless, as if they had been washed, because Gao Guojing had eaten all the soup by mixing it with his rice.
Two large, half-grown, and four small babies sat on the sofa that had just been cleaned today, their bellies bulging.
The clever and shrewd Duolu snuggled up to Yu Rujia and said in a coquettish tone, "Auntie, shall we have fish again tomorrow? Auntie will make it."
With this comparison, even the easygoing Duolu knew who cooked better, and he made a request, specifically asking Yu Rujia to cook it.
Before Yu Rujia could reply, Gao Shujing said, "Duolu, be good. Your aunt is a girl and can't do too much work. How about your uncle finishes his work and comes back to do it for you?"
Although he also felt that Yu Rujia's cooking was much better than his, he still didn't want her to work too hard. As for his cooking skills, he would work hard to improve them and one day he would catch up with Yu Rujia.
Gao Guojing enjoyed his meal, completely ignoring Duolu's disdain.
Gao Guojing rubbed his stomach, which was bloated from being so full, and said, "Rujia's cooking is just so delicious. We use the same methods and the same ingredients, so why is there such a big difference in the taste?"
Yu Rujia: "Once you can master the control of heat, you'll be able to cook it well too."
Gao Guojing thought about his own chaotic actions, how he would even use the same seasonings twice when he was busy, and how he would sometimes burn the dishes.
All I could do was silently cheer myself on. Rather than focusing on how to make the food taste better, I should start by not burning it.
Duoshou: "Auntie, what are we going to eat tomorrow?" What a little rascal, he's already thinking about tomorrow after just finishing his meal today.
Yu Rujia: "Let's grind tofu and eat it tomorrow."
When they arrived at Shangfen Brigade, they had eaten tofu a few times, but it was always bought from outside, and the kids all loved it.
She can only buy a limited amount each time, but this time she plans to make more and send some to the cowshed.
Duofu, thinking of the tender tofu, happily said, "I'll help Auntie make it."
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