After drinking a few ounces of wine, Old Deng felt completely elevated. "Tsk! Good wine, good meat!" He squinted and lay back in the rocking chair in front of the door.
"Mom, aren't they big?" Ma Hehua pointed excitedly at the fish in the pond.
“Great, this fish looks delicious, plump and juicy. It would make a great soup.” Ma Linghua immediately had an idea.
Ma Lihua; "……………………"
No, milk, the fish soup you made is so bad you could eat your teeth.
She shuddered as she recalled the fish soup with its scales and entrails still inside.
Ma Hehua was instantly displeased. What? Her mother was making fish soup? Her mood immediately soured.
With dinner sorted out, Ma Hehua reluctantly and with a heavy heart prepared to go down to the pond to catch fish.
"This pond looks quite deep! It's a deep, dark green color, and you can't see the bottom." Zhang Xiaomo found it rather frightening.
"Ha! You don't know anything. The deeper the water, the bigger the fish. I'll show you in a bit."
Seeing Ma Hehua speaking with such confidence and arrogance, Zhang Xiaomo fell silent.
Okay! Whatever you say, but are you sure you want to go down in this cold weather?
Ma Hehua didn't even think about how cold the water was in such a cold day; all she was thinking about was catching fish and her mother wanting to cook them—that was truly terrifying.
"thump……"
With a somersault, she leaped straight into the water without splashing a drop of water, causing many fish in the lotus pond to jump up.
"Catfish?" The old Taoist's pupils shrank sharply. "This...this could be a kind of yin catfish that is raised specifically to eat corpses."
Ma Lihua, with her keen ears, asked curiously, "What is a 'yin catfish'?"
"Hey! It's the kind of fish that eats human flesh! Looks like this fish is big and fat, it's been raised well. Women can eat it for beauty and health, and men can eat it to strengthen their bodies." Ma Linghua explained to her little darling.
Zhang Xiaomo was delighted. "Strengthening the body!" he thought. "That's good, I like it." He then secretly glanced at the old Taoist priest.
The old Taoist priest didn't notice his gaze; he was deep in thought.
These catfish are extraordinary; ordinary people can't catch them at all. If you anger them, they might even eat people alive. Moreover, they are almost the size of a human, especially with their mouthful of teeth that can tear apart any kind of meat.
It's obvious that Ma Hehua is no ordinary person. She jumped in and grabbed the biggest one directly. At first, she couldn't catch it, but luckily the pond was small. After catching the catfish, she punched it in the head several times, making the catfish's eyelids roll back.
She emerged from the water, carrying the fish, and suddenly jumped, smashing a large hole in the back wall of the mortuary.
"Boom..." The wall, to its dismay, collapsed. With such a loud noise, Old Deng would have arrived long ago.
But that's probably not going to work now. Old Deng is completely drunk and forgot to tell them that the fish is not to be touched; it's kept here by an old ghost.
Ma Linghua; "…………………………"
"Grandma, what should we do? We won't have to pay for it, will we?" Ma Lihua asked cautiously.
"What? Compensation? We didn't see anything! It spilled on its own." Ma Linghua's eyes darted around, and she looked at the old Taoist priest and Zhang Xiaomo with a cold expression.
The two of them; "…………………………"
"Hehe! The weather is nice today, but the wind is so strong that it blew this wall down."
"Yes! That's right, I saw it too."
Seeing how pragmatic the two of them were, she nodded in satisfaction.
Ma Hehua glanced nervously at the front yard and breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that Lao Deng hadn't come.
"This wall is so fragile, not even as sturdy as my bamboo fence," Ma Hehua said, pouting.
After working for quite some time, it was already seven o'clock.
"Time flies! It's already dark in the blink of an eye, and it feels like I haven't done anything," Ma Hehua remarked as she sat in the courtyard.
Zhang Xiaomo swallowed hard, glancing at the bubbling meat and some fish with scales still attached in the pot. His heart was churning.
"Uncle, is this...is this edible?"
"This catfish is a very nutritious food! This opportunity is too good to miss!" The old Taoist priest looked at the fish in the pot with a pale face.
"Grandma, how long do we need to cook this fish?" Ma Lihua looked at the fish soup, which was turning into a yellowish, mushy mess as it cooked, and she really couldn't eat it!
"Oh my, is my little darling hungry? Here, I'll get you a bowl!" Ma Linghua was thrilled!
Of course, her precious darling should be the first to try the food she makes!
Ma Lihua; "…………………………"
Looking at the bowl of yellowish soup and the sizzling, scaled meat, Ma Lihua closed her eyes.
"Eat up! See how the milk-based food is?"
Under Ma Linghua's expectant expression, Ma Lihua took a sip, and a fishy, pungent taste filled her mouth, along with a faint earthy smell.
"How is it? Is it delicious?"
"Ugh... ugh... ugh..." Ma Lihua couldn't take it anymore and couldn't pretend any longer, so she vomited.
Ma Linghua; "…………………………"
She was devastated, then scooped a bowlful for herself, "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! This is fucking inedible."
Ma Lihua; "…………………………"
Ma Hehua forced herself to finish the bowl, and seeing that her mother's complexion had improved slightly, she felt it was worth it, and then gave a silly smile.
Zhang Xiaomo and the old Taoist priest hadn't touched their chopsticks. "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and eat! This is something you could never afford in your entire lives. Hurry up!" Ma Hehua glared at the two men fiercely.
Holding the bowls shakily, the two closed their eyes and ate, making soft "gurgle" sounds.
"Uncle, I...I can't eat anymore." Zhang Xiaomo's mouth was numb.
"Eat it, try it and see if the yin poison in your body has decreased?" The old Taoist priest suppressed his nausea and gulped down the last bowl.
Zhang Xiaomo used his Xuan Qi to circulate the fish around, and sure enough, it really did reduce the amount by quite a bit. His eyes lit up, and with a fierce look in them, he finally finished the fish all by himself. Not only was his belly round and full, but his body was also radiating heat.
It was already eight o'clock. After eating and drinking his fill, Zhang Xiaomo actually started to yawn. He wanted to sleep.
The night wind began to blow, and Yewazi cried out.
"Waaaaah..."
"Ding-dong... ding-dong... ding-dong..." The bell at the entrance of the mortuary rang, and Old Deng stood up groggily, shaking his head.
"Oh no! How could I forget to turn on the light? Drinking will lead to trouble! Drinking will lead to trouble!" Old Deng hurriedly went to the door and turned on the light.
The three members of the Ma family were still eating the roast chicken they hadn't finished at noon. They roasted it over a fire and ate it anyway. It was much tastier than the fish they made in the afternoon. It seems that young Mo is quite skilled at cooking!
The old Taoist priest and Zhang Xiaomo ate too much Yin fish, and they will slowly digest it while they sleep.
However, the three of them had very sharp ears, and the sound of the bell carried a faint sense of intimidation and a kind of soul-suppressing power.
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