Xu Manzhi originally planned to roast a snake in a coal stove and eat it.
But Jiang Pengyue held her hand and said warmly, "Zhizhi, it's not good to eat too much poisonous snake. Mom bought a grass carp this afternoon, and we'll have a fish hot pot tonight."
fish?
Splash, splash.
Xu Manzhi's mouth watered, and she couldn't help but swallow.
While she was hospitalized, she ate cabbage and steamed buns every day. The worst thing she did was eat a whole poached chicken. Today, she ate snake meat until she was stuffed. Who would have thought that Xu Manzhi would one day be able to eat fish!
Old Xu once said, "Girl, you're out of luck. Before the apocalypse, the creatures swimming in the water weren't mutant insects, but a kind of delicious food called fish—"
He also used sheet metal to draw a fish on the ground.
She had no image in her mind.
After all, they had never seen one, and therefore could not form any memories related to fish.
It's a thunderbolt.
The fish ended up on her dining table!
"Quick, I want to eat, where is it?" Xu Manzhi said.
Jiang Pengyue sneered inwardly.
She finally got Xu Manzhi under her control.
It turns out that even the strongest and most powerful people have weaknesses.
"Take your time, wait for Mom and Dad to come down so we can eat together. Hot pot is all about the atmosphere, so don't rush, or you'll burn your mouth," Jiang Pengyue said, feigning concern.
Xu Manzhi sat down at the table.
She smelled a fishy odor.
It's more pungent than snake meat.
The flesh is white, unlike the pinkish texture of snake meat.
Is it really as delicious as Lao Xu said?
Just as she was about to reach for a piece to eat raw, she was stopped by Jiang Pengyue's terrified scream.
"What are you doing? Fish needs to be cooked. Haven't you ever eaten fish in the countryside?" Jiang Pengyue shouted.
As she scolded him, a hint of pride and self-satisfaction secretly arose within her.
No wonder he grew up in the countryside.
A few years ago, there was a famine. The peasants in the mountains had eaten all kinds of ordinary food. Every time they saw food, it was as if they hadn't eaten for eight hundred years.
"..." Xu Manzhi, who hadn't eaten in eight hundred years.
She understood.
Then, under Jiang Pengyue's astonished gaze, Xu Manzhi quickly picked up pieces of fish and threw them one after another into the boiling soup.
Ling Meng: There will be another chapter later.
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