Chapter 49 Tonight's midnight snack is quite plentiful.
As Zuo Shan carried chestnuts and dragged two burlap sacks into the house, a shadow suddenly pounced on her, knocking her to the ground.
She instinctively reached for the dagger at her waist, but her face was covered in fur, followed by a swarm of saliva that smeared her from head to toe.
"Xiao Bao, are you crazy?" Zuo Shan roared.
"Waaaaah!" came the extremely aggrieved cry in response. Zuo Shan understood what it meant: You're bad, you're bad, you're all bad people! Why did you leave the baby alone at home? And you even locked the door so the baby couldn't chase after you?
"Okay, okay, don't be upset! You were still sleeping when we left this morning, so we didn't take you with us."
Besides, it's too dangerous for my sister to go into the wilderness alone! It's safer with Mao Li by her side!" Zuo Shan said with a pained expression.
Chestnut: Master can kill three strong men by himself, what's unsafe about that?
Zuo Shan hugged Xiao Bao and stroked and soothed its fur for almost half an hour before finally making it happy.
Fresh fish definitely won't cook properly if it's left overnight, especially now that it's extremely hot; it'll probably spoil by tomorrow.
Despite having worked hard all day, Zuo Shan began cleaning the fish.
The old kitchen knife at home was too dull and chipped, so she had no choice but to reluctantly use the new dagger to scrape off the scales, sighing as she did so.
"Sigh! I never expected this. The precious dagger that my sister bought for over a thousand silver coins was used for scraping fish scales on its first use. What a waste!"
Despite her sighs, she had to admit that the new dagger was incredibly useful, scraping off scales with remarkable cleanliness!
Speaking of scraping scales, I have to thank her mother.
When she was little, she hated the fishy smell in the kitchen when her family cleaned fish. So whenever she made a mistake, her mother would buy a fish and force her to scale it.
At first, she didn't know how, so her mother patiently taught her step by step. Even if she accidentally cut her hand, her mother could be ruthless enough to put a band-aid on it and force her to continue scaling the fish.
After a few times, she became less likely to make mistakes, but she also developed the skill of scaling fish.
Although she was older and had more schoolwork, her mother never let her cook again, but once you learn this skill, you'll never forget it.
At this moment, she was slicing fish while shedding tears: if she had known she would be transported to another world one day, she should have helped her mother slice fish more often.
She knew that her mother actually disliked cleaning fish the most, but she often bought fish because both her father and mother loved to eat it.
"Forget it, I can't think about it," she said, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand, and continued cooking the fish.
She used to be someone who rarely cried, but lately she can't help but cry whenever she thinks of home. Zuo Shan attributes this to a pregnancy reaction; pregnant women are just prone to being sentimental.
The fish slices were cut into thin slices, rubbed with salt and Sichuan peppercorn powder, and half of them were dried in the sun, while the other half were boiled directly.
Fish bones shouldn't be wasted either; they can be used to make soup. After stewing until the soup turns milky white, add two pieces of thistle, and you'll have a pot of excellent wild vegetable and fish soup.
To match the fish soup, she reluctantly added a piece of low-radiation sow thistle. She felt that if this fish soup could be sold, it could probably fetch an astronomical price, but for now, she and Xiaobao could only enjoy the benefits.
She kept only two leaves of the remaining sow thistle for tomorrow, cut off the sharp thorns from the rest of the leaves, sprinkled them with salt to draw out the water, and then put them into the pickling jar.
I just finished eating some of the pagoda vegetables these past few days, and the kimchi jar had some extra space, so it's now completely full.
Tonight's late-night snack was plentiful: a pot of wild vegetable and fish soup, and a large bowl of boiled fish slices. Zuo Shan and Xiao Bao ate so much that they didn't want to lift their heads. The hurt Xiao Bao had suffered from being locked in the room alone for a whole day was instantly soothed by the delicious food.
Mao Li, who was acting as a nightlight and smelling the fragrance, once again felt extremely regretful that she was not human.
Lying in bed that night, Zuo Shan felt that Achen baby was very excited, constantly gurgling from left to right and then from right to left. The joyful mood infected her, and the corners of her lips kept turning up.
Zuo Shan couldn't help but sigh: Poor baby Chen, Mommy has been starving and malnourished. It's only been a few days since we've had meat, so the child has finally had a good meal.
That night, far away in the central district, Modiland had a dream. He saw a toddler running towards him in a sea of blooming flowers.
His steps were unsteady, like a newly hatched duckling, as if he might fall down at any moment.
He couldn't help but feel nervous and wanted to teleport over to help him, but he found that his teleportation technique seemed to have failed, and he felt as if he had been frozen in place, unable to even move his feet.
He could only watch helplessly as the baby wobbled along, and with every step he took, his heart pounded with tension.
Just as the baby was about to run up to him, he suddenly disappeared from sight. He was so shocked that he shouted, "Baby, where are you!"
Startled awake, Modilan found himself drenched in a cold sweat, his pajamas completely soaked.
His room clearly had central air conditioning and maintained a constant temperature year-round, but right now it felt like he'd been outdoors for a long time without any heat insulation.
He gasped for breath, got up, filled a glass with cold water, gulped it down, and then sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the enclosed balcony, silently recalling his dream.
Then he realized that he couldn't remember what the baby in his dream looked like. He only remembered that the baby must have been extremely delicate and beautiful, with fine, curly silver hair, so cute that it melted his heart.
Could it be because at last night's gathering with friends, that bastard Jing Yueze kept showing off his daughter's tiny photos to everyone, and he was so provoked that he wanted to find a woman to have a son for him?
Yes, that's right, he just wanted to have a son so he could take Jing Yueze's precious daughter, Jing Beibei, home with him.
Hmph! Jing Beibei, look at the name those two gave their child, it's so tacky and rustic!
But Jing Yueze said that the name Beibei was given by his wife. It means "my darling little baby" or "my precious little baby" for short. These two words encapsulate the essence of "my darling little baby".
Bah! Jing Yueze was just lucky; he picked up a woman along the way while leading his team to hunt down a ninth-tier alien beast.
Next time he goes on a mission, maybe he'll pick up a wife and have a baby son. Then let's see what he'll have to brag about.
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