186 crayfish
Gao Qinghe was full of anticipation and guessed that it might be crayfish.
I didn’t expect it to be true!
"Is there anyone selling crayfish in the county town?" Gao Qinghe asked in surprise.
When she was in Yue City, she saw that people in the city were enjoying late-night snacks.
However, the night market street in Qing County is not large enough, and is basically just fast food restaurants with some alcoholic drinks.
If you have the conditions, you can get a karaoke bar, which would be quite high-end.
As for the dance halls with rich nightlife, they serve fruit plates, foreign liquor, coffee and snacks.
It’s impossible to sell crayfish that is so oily and spicy.
Sure enough, Jiang Baohai smiled and said, "I bought the crayfish myself and asked someone to help fry it."
The taste of stir-fried crayfish varies from place to place, and the cooking methods are also slightly different.
Jiang Baohai asked the chef to make Gao Qinghe's favorite spicy flavor, adding cucumber, rice cake slices, potato slices, and coarse rice noodles as side dishes, and specifically instructed not to add any minced garlic.
Eating crayfish dry is not very interesting, but it would be great with some side dishes.
Gao Qinghe could hardly wait to pick up the bowl and chopsticks, picked up a cucumber strip and potato chips, and ate them in big mouthfuls.
She was full of expectations, and Jiang Baohai did not disappoint her.
"That's the taste." Gao Qinghe said with satisfaction, "Husband, you understand me so well. How can I have such a good husband like you~"
Just by looking at her expression, Jiang Baohai felt that today's work was not in vain.
After hearing this, she straightened her back and said proudly, "You should be happy to have a husband like this."
"Mom!" Gao Qinghe called out, as familiarly as if he was calling his own parents and grandma, and greeted:
"Come and try it! This midnight snack your son brought back is incredibly delicious!"
Jiang Baohai's heart skipped a beat. Oh no! His mother never fails to spoil the fun.
I just went to the kitchen to get a bowl, and he called me.
Jiang's mother waved her hands in disdain and said, "You guys eat it, I won't. This doesn't look tasty."
Actually, I just felt that it was a waste of money, and I was embarrassed to eat these messy things with young people.
Are you saying she's totally uninterested?
That’s not necessarily the case.
Jiang Baohai is mentally old and doesn't tolerate anyone except his wife.
A son doesn't need to be considerate and careful with his mother since he was young. If he refuses, just refuse. Anyway, I have called him, so it's up to you if you don't want to come.
As for that little bit of guilt, Jiang Baohai is gradually not caring about it anymore. He wants to let himself go.
Once people lower their expectations of themselves, they will not feel any difficulties.
But when Gao Qinghe shouted that, his heart began to tighten.
I'm not afraid of anything else, I'm just worried that she will feel bad about being rejected.
But just when Jiang Baohai was about to get nervous, his mother walked in.
Jiang Baohai quickly took advantage of the situation and said, "Mom, sit down and try it together."
Jiang's mother sat down on the sofa and said, "You guys eat your food, I'll just sit here for a while."
Jiang Baohai was about to frown when Gao Qinghe said, "What are you standing there for? Peel it."
Are you waiting for her to peel it?
Gao Qinghe raised his eyebrows, and Jiang Baohai's emotions could only turn into a helpless sigh.
He took off his coat, rolled up the sleeves of his woven shirt, squatted in front of the coffee table, and resigned himself to peeling shrimps.
He was obviously used to doing this. He pinched off the head and tail, twisted it, pulled the shell off, and put a whole shrimp into the bowl in front of Gao Qinghe.
Gao Qinghe picked it up with satisfaction and put it in his mouth, chewing it, "Mom, it smells so good~"
Jiang's mother swallowed her saliva imperceptibly. The smell of the spicy crayfish was quite overbearing, and kept drilling into her nose.
Jiang's mother thought she was keeping calm and moved back, thinking that if she stayed away, the smell would not get in.
In just a few seconds, Jiang Baohai peeled three more.
Gao Qinghe's bowl was full of vegetables. Worried that she wouldn't eat quickly, he put the peeled ones on a separate plate so she could pick them up herself when she wanted to eat.
The cucumber was crispy and made a crunching sound when Gao Qinghe bit it.
She turned around and said, "Eat if you want. I'll be stuffed to death if I eat all this by myself."
Mother Jiang was stunned for a moment before she realized that she was talking to her.
"Eat as much as you like. If you can't finish it, put it in the refrigerator and you can eat it tomorrow." Jiang's mother was polite and a little timid.
Jiang Baohai glanced at his wife in surprise. How could he have trained his mother to be like this when he was not at home for a whole day?
Gao Qinghe ignored her and said to her mother-in-law seriously:
"If you're curious, try it. If you miss it, you'll never find it again. Whether you eat it tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, it won't be the same as this plate of shrimp, and it won't taste the same."
Jiang's mother: "They are all crayfish, what's the difference?"
Gao Qinghe pointed his chin at the empty bowl and chopsticks.
Jiang's mother hesitated and picked up the chopsticks, eating a shrimp as if she was going to the enemy camp to assassinate the leader, moving little by little, which made Jiang Baohai inexplicably irritated.
Looking at his wife, she seemed fine, eating while constantly encouraging his mother with her eyes, not caring at all how slowly she ate.
This woman seems to be more delicate and patient than men.
Finally, Jiang's mother picked up the smallest and most incomplete shrimp and put it into her mouth.
Her eyes suddenly widened, not because she thought the taste was amazing, but because she was surprised: So this is what spicy crayfish tastes like, nothing special.
But looking at the satisfied and happy expression of the beautiful daughter-in-law, it was as if she was eating the elixir refined in the furnace of Laozi.
Jiang's mother didn't believe it. In order to prove that there was nothing wrong with her taste buds, she picked up another shrimp and mixed it with a piece of potato chip and put it in her mouth to taste it carefully.
It’s really... nothing special, and it’s a bit numb!
"Mom, is there anything to drink in the refrigerator?" Gao Qinghe asked.
Mother Jiang put down her chopsticks, stood up and said, "I'll go take a look."
He walked very fast, went into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water, breathing in "Hass, Hass". He was not used to the numbing and spicy feeling, but it felt inexplicably refreshing.
Afraid of Gao Qinghe's urging, he didn't dare to think too much and opened the refrigerator to look for it.
The soda and beer that Gao Qinghe wanted were impossible to find. There were no children at home, so it was impossible to prepare such "snacks".
Jiang's mother found a bottle of sweet wine in a bubble gum bottle.
She made it herself, using sugar and good rice, and it is snow-white in color.
Scoop two large spoonfuls into two porcelain bowls respectively, add boiled water, and the cool aroma of the chilled wine will spread, making the whole bowl icy cold.
After thinking for a while, Jiang's mother took out a few taels of raisins from her collection and put a handful into the bowl.
When the ice wine was brought to the hall, Gao Qinghe's eyes lit up, which made Jiang's mother feel very accomplished.
Taking a bite of spicy crayfish and a bite of ice wine, Gao Qinghe swore that except for the day she made a million, today was the happiest day of her life.
"Sure enough, people still need to eat more delicious food to feel happy."
The fermented rice wine was not strong, but Gao Qinghe looked like she was drunk. She held her flushed face in her hands and curled up on the sofa, smiling at Jiang Baohai.
Jiang Baohai wanted to ask: Who the hell can stand this!
He divided the remaining crayfish into two parts, giving his mother one portion and himself one portion. He finished them quickly, cleaned up the tables, chairs, dishes and went to take a shower.
Seeing her son so anxious, Jiang's mother only regretted that she had experienced too much and knew too much.
For the first time ever, he didn't wash the dishes after eating. He just put the dishes in the basin on the stove and went back to his room to sleep.
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