Chapter 54: Fish Soup Heartwarming 2
Zhao Mingsheng picked up the red shrimp from the stone slab and glanced at Yan Zhuo.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t look at it, but you’ll be shocked when you do.
The fire in front of Yan Zhuo had grown much bigger at some point, and even billowing black smoke was rising.
But Yan Zhuo still calmly maintained the same posture as when Zhao Mingsheng left. The grilled fish in his hand had not changed much from when she left, except that the fish skin was slightly darker.
Zhao Mingsheng suspected and had evidence that it was clearly blackened by smoke!
Is this grilling fish or smoking fish?
The smoke drifted along the wind to the area diagonally behind Zhao Mingsheng and the others, where Sun Dalang and his group sat, each of them crying from the smoke. Sun Dalang's already dark face seemed to have become even darker.
Zhao Mingsheng didn't dare to watch any longer, and quickly stepped forward to put out the fire with water.
Turning around, Yan Zhuo looked at her deeply with an expression of "Why did you put out the fire? I haven't finished grilling the fish yet", his eyes were somewhat resentful.
Zhao Mingsheng suddenly felt a little overwhelmed, as if he had done something unforgivable by putting out the fire.
"We can't grill it here. Go grill it on the stone slab." Zhao Mingsheng pointed to the stone slab. "Just put the fish on the stone slab."
Only then did Yan Zhuo leave with the fish in satisfaction.
Zhao Mingsheng finally breathed a sigh of relief. The stone slab's firepower was not strong, so there should be no problem this time.
I went to look at Uncle Cao again and asked him to keep an eye on him, but he just tilted his head and leaned against the rock and started snoring.
Zhao Mingsheng reached out and pushed him, calling out softly, "Grandpa Cao, Grandpa Cao!"
After shouting four or five times, there was no response, not even the snoring had stopped. Zhao Mingsheng made up his mind and shouted loudly, "Dinner is ready!"
Uncle Cao was startled by the shout and opened his eyes instantly, "Here it comes!"
Zhao Mingsheng was instantly both angry and amused, and the people around him who saw this scene also burst into laughter.
Uncle Cao rubbed his eyes in confusion and said, "Isn't it time to eat?"
"You can't eat yet. The fish isn't cooked yet."
"Why isn't it baked yet?" Uncle Cao felt like he had slept for a long time. He turned his head and saw a few black faces not far away, and was startled.
It took me a long time to recognize those black faces. They turned out to be the group of young people in the village.
"My goodness, why are you all smearing your faces so black? Are you preparing to perform?" Uncle Cao patted his chest with lingering fear.
Enthusiastic villager Zhao Mingsheng couldn't stand it anymore and told him what happened at the fire.
"It must be that the fat from the roasted fish dripped onto the firewood, which caused the fire to suddenly become more intense." Zhao Mingsheng speculated.
After she said that, Uncle Cao felt a little embarrassed. Zhao Mingsheng repeatedly stressed that he should pay more attention, but he didn't care. What's the danger of grilling fish? He even fell asleep while watching. Fortunately, nothing serious happened, otherwise he would really be blamed.
"How about the fish? Is the fish okay?" Uncle Cao asked with concern.
Zhao Mingsheng: ...
"The fish is fine, just the skin is a little blackened."
Uncle Cao breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, that's good."
"But..." Zhao Mingsheng pointed at the figure in front of the stone slab, "The fish is still being grilled on the stone slab. If you don't pay close attention this time, something might really happen."
Uncle Cao immediately became extremely alert, squatting beside Yan Zhuo and staring at the grilled fish in his hand without blinking.
This young man is good in every way, except his cooking skills which are really worrying!
After solving the problem here, Zhao Mingsheng finally had time to go back and take care of her pot of fish soup. As the lid of the pot was opened, the aroma inside diffused out one after another.
The milky white fish soup was cooked very thick. She sprinkled some powder of the wood salt tree and chopped wild onion into it and stirred it evenly.
"Ahem, Brother Sun, let's go catch some fish too?"
Shunzi, who was standing beside Sun Dalang, smelled the tempting aroma. He looked at the dry biscuits in his hand, then at the steaming fish soup over there, and felt very greedy.
"You'd better wipe your face first." After wiping his face, Sun Dalang threw the wet towel in his hand to him.
The man took it with a smile, smeared it all over his face, and when he looked up, he still hadn't forgotten about the fish, and said stubbornly, "Brother, I want some fish soup too."
When Shunzi was a child, he had a fever for a long time, and his brain was sometimes not very clear, and he sometimes acted stupidly. When Sun Dalang heard him say this, he knew that he was being stubborn again.
But it was almost dark, and it was very dangerous to go to the river now. So he kindly advised, "Let's wait until tomorrow. We can go catch some fish tomorrow too."
"good."
Shunzi lowered his head in disappointment, but finally agreed obediently and nibbled the dry biscuit in his hand bit by bit.
Sun Dalang: ...
Looking at the exhausted brothers around him, Sun Dalang felt that the pancake in his hand seemed a little difficult to swallow.
Suddenly, a bowl of milky white fish soup appeared in his sight, with emerald green chopped green onions floating on it, which looked very beautiful.
"I'm sorry I offended you just now. Consider this bowl of fish soup as apology."
The girl came to them with the fish soup and smiled slightly.
"It's fish soup!" Shunzi smelled the aroma and looked up, his eyes red with excitement.
Sun Dalang didn't want to accept it at first, but when he thought of Shunzi who was looking at him eagerly, he swallowed the words of refusal that were on the tip of his tongue.
Zhao Mingsheng noticed his hesitation, handed the fish soup to him, and turned away. "Drink it while it's hot. It won't taste good if it gets cold."
She was also rushing to serve fish soup to the others. The net had caught quite a few crucian carp today, so Zhao Mingsheng had specially made a large pot of fish soup so that everyone could have a sip of warm water.
Sun Dalang felt the warmth coming from the bowl wall, looked at her back and said stiffly, "Thank you."
After saying this, he turned around and handed the fish soup to the brothers around him, "One sip each, and leave a small half bowl for Shunzi."
"Okay!" they answered in unison.
After everyone drank a mouthful of hot fish soup, all the fatigue of the day seemed to disappear.
After one round, there was still more than half a bowl of fish soup left, and half a bowl of fish meat was exposed. No one touched it, and it all remained at the bottom of the bowl.
Everyone who was so greedy that their mouths were watering, now that the delicious food was in front of them, became polite to each other. Each person only took a small sip, which they held in their mouths and swallowed little by little in batches, so that they could savor the delicious taste for a while longer.
Sun Dalang had no choice but to divide the fish among them himself, without keeping any for himself.
The fish meat tastes even better than fish soup, and has no fishy smell at all. The fish bones in the meat have been cooked soft and are not prickly at all.
After dividing the fish, the fish soup was handed to Shunzi. Shunzi held the bowl and said with a smile: "Brother Sun, you have some too."
Sun Dalang rubbed his head and said, "Drink it. Didn't you just keep asking for fish soup?"
"If Brother Sun doesn't want to drink, then I won't drink either." Shunzi said seriously.
Sun Dalang knew that he was getting angry again, so he had no choice but to lower his head and take a sip.
The delicious fish soup slides across your taste buds, bringing waves of crispness, and then slides along the tip of your tongue to your internal organs, bringing a touch of warmth.
He was slightly stunned. The cooking skills of this young lady from the Zhao family were really good. It was the first time for him to drink such delicious fish soup. No wonder these guys couldn't walk after smelling it.
On the other side, Yan Zhuo had the same feeling.
He had tasted the chicken soup and mushroom soup made by Zhao Mingsheng himself, and now there was also fish soup. But each one gave him a different feeling, and each one made him very surprised.
In such a simple environment, she can turn decay into magic and use simple ingredients to make extraordinary delicacies.
The fish soup alone is delicious. Break the dry cornbread into pieces and soak them in the fish soup. The cornmeal cornbread that has absorbed the soup will have a different taste.
Yan Zhuo felt that Zhao Mingsheng was like a treasure chest, which brought him different surprises every time he opened it.
After drinking the fish soup, Yan Zhuo's grilled fish was finally completed without any trouble under the supervision of Uncle Cao.
The grilled fish with fruit slices wrapped in its belly unexpectedly has the aroma of fruit under the smoke and fire.
As they were about to start eating, Zhao Mingsheng suddenly remembered something.
"etc."
She took out a golden fruit from the bamboo basket. As soon as the fruit was taken out, a subtle fragrance floated in the air.
Freshness mixed with a hint of sourness.
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