Small fish are difficult to handle. First, cut open the belly and take out the internal organs, and then clean the black film inside, otherwise it will taste fishy.
There is strength in numbers, and in a short while half of the things had been cleared out.
Yang Donghu washed his hands and took the processed fish to the kitchen first. It would take some time to cook so many fish.
Zhao Fangchu followed his brother Dong into the kitchen and wanted to light a fire for him.
Yang Donghu reminded him to keep the heat high throughout the process, then he put a layer of oil in the pan and started frying the fish.
Since it is going to be sold, the appearance must be good. Before frying the fish, Yang Donghu sprinkled a thin layer of salt in the pan to prevent the fish skin from sticking to the pan, which would look ugly if it broke.
Zhu Cuilan came in once to see if there was anything she could help with.
Seeing that every time I fry a pot of fish, I have to brush a layer of oil on it. It hasn't been long before the oil tank has gone down to the level of two finger joints. I still feel a little distressed.
But she couldn't say much, so she thought out of sight, out of mind, and went back to deal with the fish.
By the time it gets dark, all the fish are cooked. They are simmered in the pot overnight to make them more flavorful. Then we get up early the next morning to take them out and sell them at the market.
After everyone had left and the place became quiet, Yang Donghu asked about going into the mountains tomorrow.
"How many days will you be in the mountains this time?" The two had just gotten to know each other, and now they had to part again. Yang Donghu felt a little reluctant.
Zhao Luochuan didn’t feel anything when he went into the mountains before, but now that he has the gentle land, going into the mountains is not as refreshing as before.
"This time it will take a long time, conservatively estimated to be about a month, and the specific situation depends on the situation on the mountain."
Yang Donghu nodded and said, "There's still some shepherd's purse left. I'll mix it with flour and make some pancakes for you to take back up the mountain to eat."
"good."
The two of them worked until late at night.
Today's quilt has been dried, but neither of them mentioned it tacitly.
Perhaps because we were about to part, the atmosphere was a bit depressing and we lay in bed in silence.
Zhao Luochuan quietly waited for Yang Donghu's breathing to stabilize, and while he was asleep, he carefully held his hand.
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