The next day, before dawn, Zhao Luochuan climbed out of bed.
He didn't sleep well last night. Holding Yang Donghu's hand, all he could think about was Yang Donghu's sweet smile.
I finally felt sleepy in the second half of the night, but in that half-asleep state I had an extremely absurd dream.
What happened in the dream is unspeakable. When Zhao Luochuan woke up, his whole body was hot. The hard thing between his legs raised its head high, shouting its existence.
Just at this moment, Yang Donghu suddenly turned around, and his warm body pressed tightly against his, and Zhao Luochuan's breathing suddenly became heavy.
He had never even held a girl's hand in his entire life, and suddenly there was such a big person lying in his arms. There were so many things he could imagine.
But Zhao Luochuan still remembered why Yang Donghu went home with him.
If it weren't for Old Lady Yang's pleading and careful consideration for Dong Hu that day, and if it weren't for me taking him back out of soft-heartedness, there would be no marriage now.
Although the two are already husband and wife, Zhao Luochuan is aware of his bad reputation. He can still vividly remember Dong Hu's fear of him when they first met.
Everyone saw how helpless he was at the time, and Dong Hu might not be willing to spend his whole life with a rough man like him.
He restrained his desire, closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and finally calmed down.
Now he was completely sleepless, and Zhao Luochuan didn't want to stay any longer, so he got out of bed quietly.
Since he couldn't sleep and the ground in the yard had been soaked, he simply took a hoe and went out to start turning over the ground in the yard.
When Yang Donghu woke up, Zhao Luochuan was sweating profusely in the yard.
He had no idea what had happened during the night.
Seeing that the ground in the yard had been almost plowed, Yang Donghu was a little surprised and asked, "You woke up so early?"
Zhao Luochuan looked a little unnatural. He didn't stop working and didn't even raise his head. He just hummed as a response.
Yang Donghu was a little confused. Why did his attitude become so cold after waking up from a sleep?
Could it be that I was discovered when I secretly touched his hand yesterday?
He couldn't help but feel a little regretful. He shouldn't have been so reckless yesterday. He was a little too proud of himself and forgot that Zhao Luochuan was essentially a feudal ancient man and his behavior should not be too inappropriate.
Yang Donghu frowned in distress, thinking about how to make amends.
Zhao Luochuan nodded and felt something was wrong, so he quickly looked at Yang Donghu.
Seeing him frowning and not speaking, she thought it was her cold attitude that hurt him, and she felt a little guilty. She added, "Auntie brought some eggs this morning. You're not feeling well, so cook them for me later."
Eggs are precious. If you raise chickens at home, the number of eggs they lay every day is limited. When you have a lot, you take them to the market to sell them. You won’t be able to eat them on weekdays.
Yang Donghu had not had enough to eat for a long time, and he was so thin that he seemed like he would fall down with a gust of wind. His face was sallow. Zhu Cuilan now treated him as her own family member, and she felt heartbroken.
As soon as it was daybreak, she took the four eggs laid by the hens at home yesterday and gave them to them to nourish their bodies.
Yang Donghu entered the kitchen and saw four eggs on the stove.
Boiled eggs are not as delicious as fried eggs. Yang Donghu beat the eggs in a bowl, washed a handful of shepherd's purse picked yesterday, chopped it, mixed it well and poured it into the hot oil pan.
The eggs cook quickly. Just pour them into the pan and stir-fry them twice before serving. It doesn't take much effort.
The atmosphere between the two people at the dinner table was a bit awkward, and they didn't talk as much as they did yesterday.
Zhao Luochuan picked up an egg with chopsticks and put it into Yang Donghu's bowl: "Eat more."
Yang Donghu was thinking about the fish he caught yesterday.
I poured it directly into the basin after I came back yesterday, and it is still alive now.
Small fish have many bones and little meat and cannot be sold at a good price, so we need to think of other ways.
He was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice the extra eggs in the bowl.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Zhao Luochuan felt sour in his heart, and even the egg in his mouth no longer tasted good: It's over, Donghu no longer smiled at him and was unwilling to talk.
Each of them was thinking about their own things, and no one cared about the other.
Small fish have many bones, and it is difficult to remove the meat. If you are not careful, the fish will get stuck. It would be great if we could find a way to make the bones edible.
Frying in oil is a good idea, but animal oil is hard to come by, and women are usually reluctant to add a few drops when cooking. Twenty pounds of fish is a big undertaking, and it is not cost-effective to waste so much oil at once. What should I do?
Yang Donghu racked his brains for a solution, and suddenly an idea came to him.
Deep-frying is not realistic, but if you coat the small fish with dry flour, brush a thin layer of oil in the pan, and fry over medium heat until both sides are golden brown, you can also fry the fish bones to make them crispy and save a lot of oil.
When the time comes, you can eat it together with the bones and the meat, which is very enjoyable.
If you want to try something a little more creative, you can simply make some sweet and sour sauce, put the fried fish in it and simmer it. After being soaked in the sauce, it tastes better than eating it directly after frying.
It's easy to solve the problem once you have an idea. Yang Donghu figured out the problem and smiled. When he looked up, he found Zhao Luochuan poking at the rice with a shy look on his face, not putting it into his mouth. He didn't know what he was thinking.
"What's wrong with you?" Yang Donghu asked.
Zhao Luochuan saw him speak up, his eyes lit up: "Why didn't you say anything just now?"
"I was just thinking about what to do with those little fish and wasn't paying attention. Did you say anything?"
Zhao Luochuan heard that she wasn't deliberately ignoring him, so he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Nothing much, but the price of small fish is low, so it's not worth taking them to the market. I salted them and put them in jars. I gave some to relatives and friends, and saved the rest for later."
Yang Donghu told him about his plan to make sweet and sour fish. "Fish cooked this way tastes much better than simply salting it. Besides, it's not worth it to just eat all the fish we caught from the mountains. We can make a lot and sell it. It'll make a lot of money. But it will use a lot of oil."
Zhao Luochuan didn't really care: "If you want to do it, do it. We still have some oil at home."
Hunters are more likely to eat meat than ordinary people. Zhao Luochuan accidentally hunted a fat and strong wild boar.
Wild boar meat is fishy and tough, making it difficult to sell. Fortunately, this pig was fat, so he removed all the fat and made two full jars of lard.
Zhao Luochuan gave a large jar to Aunt Cuilan, and sealed the rest and put them away.
Yang Donghu no longer felt bad after hearing this. If the products sold well, he could not only make back the money he spent on gas but also have some left over.
He nodded and said, "Okay, eat quickly. After you finish eating, we can go clean up the fish. Let's make a bowl first and give it to Auntie to try."
"Yeah, okay."
It would take some time to clean up twenty kilograms of fish, so the two of them simply prepared a bowl of it and planned to finish it before lunch.
There is no special skill to frying fish. Just put the fish in a pan with hot oil and fry it slowly over medium heat until both sides are golden brown.
There is no tomato juice in this world, so Yang Donghu mixed balsamic vinegar, sugar and water to make a simple sweet and sour sauce, which tastes no worse than the one with ketchup.
After the sweet and sour sauce boils, you don’t need to serve it out. Just pour the fried fish in. Turn off the fire under the stove and simmer it slowly with the residual heat.
Simmer for a while until the fish is fully soaked, then take a piece and try it. It tastes sour and sweet and is very appetizing.
It was ready before lunch. Yang Donghu filled a bowl and prepared to send it to his aunt. Zhao Luochuan also specially selected a big grass carp and carried it over.
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