A soft-waisted educated youth has sex with a loyal dog and a rough guy in the 1960s

Chapter 30 The eldest lady doesn’t know the sufferings of the world

Fu Jingyou had eaten soft-shelled turtles before. Although the taste was not beautiful and he almost never touched them again, it was no problem for him to kill the soft-shelled turtles.

The only problem was that the process described by Lu Miao was very vague, and he did not say whether to kill the turtle first and then scald it with water, or scald it first and then disembowel it. Fu Jingyou could only do it based on his feeling.

He poured the turtle directly into the pot. The water in the pot was boiling, and the turtle was also boiling. It stretched its neck and fluttered hard, almost falling out of the pot.

The splashing water scalded Fu Jingyou several times. Not to mention Lu Miao, Fu Jingyou himself was also startled and quickly closed the lid of the pot and pressed it down.

The soft-shell turtle pushed hard on the pot lid several times, and then suddenly there was no sound.

"..."

The kitchen was silent for a while, except for the sound of sparks crackling in the stove, there was no other sound.

Lu Miao suddenly laughed out loud.

Immediately afterwards, there was a series of undisguised clear laughter.

Seeing Fu Jingyou's panic-stricken appearance, Lu Miao really laughed so hard that she almost burst into tears.

She thought nothing could break Fu Jingyou's always cold expression, but it turned out that he was also at a loss.

"puff……"

Lu Miao wiped away the glistening drops of menstrual water from the corners of her eyes, thinking about it and wanted to laugh again, but Fu Jingyou suddenly turned her head.

Lu Miao immediately stopped smiling, covered her ears and raised her face, "I'm not laughing at you!"

"..."

Fu Jingyou pursed her thin lips and turned her face again.

It was obvious that he was trying his best to maintain a cold face, but unfortunately the uncontrollable blush on his ears and side of his face had given him away.

When everyone is embarrassed, Lu Miao did not dare to joke too much. He put his fist to his lips and coughed lightly, and said seriously with a face that was flushed with joy:
"Okay, take it out quickly! Don't cook it immediately!"

Fu Jingyou removed the lid of the pot, took the steaming turtle that had lost its vitality back into the basin, and poured some of the water that Lu Miao had stirred into the basin.

After the heat dissipated slightly, he took a kitchen knife to help peel the skin. As soon as he rubbed it with his hands, he easily removed a small piece of skin.

Fu Jingyou was stunned for a moment and asked Lu Miao hesitantly:

"Remove the skin?"

"Ah."

Now the turtles have ascended to the sky, and Lu Miao is no longer afraid.

Squatting aside and watching Fu Jingyou handle it, she poked at the little bits of popular science with her little hands, "The turtle is always burrowing in the silt and sand, and its skin is old. If it is not removed, it will not be able to bite."

Fu Jingyou nodded inaudibly and said in his heart:
It turns out that's the case. No wonder when I did it before, it felt like I had bitten a piece of rubber in my mouth.

After removing the outer skin, Fu Jingyou disemboweled the turtle according to Lu Miao's instructions. The stomach of the four to five kilogram soft-shell turtle was filled with oily flowers, which showed that it had a good diet in the ditch.

When the liver was thrown away, Fu Jingyou didn't care much. Until Lu Miao mentioned again that those yellow oily flowers also had to be thrown away, Fu Jingyou showed a clear look of hesitation on his face.

It was difficult to eat oil. He only had two or three taels of oil coupons every month. Turtle oil was also oil. Looking at the yellow, full and shiny oil, Fu Jingyou felt that it was a pity to throw it away.

"Really want to throw it?"

Lu Miao knew what he was thinking and nodded decisively: "You really have to throw it away. The liver and the oil are the fishiest things on the turtle. If you keep them, you will spoil the whole pot of turtle meat!"

Fu Jingyou had no choice but to compromise and put the turtle oil into the bowl containing the liver, saving it for convenience and throwing it away later.

The soft-shelled turtles that were originally quite big were cut off and discarded, and then cleaned up, leaving basically nothing but skeletons.

Holding a basin of "skeleton", Fu Jingyou glanced at the rice wine and various seasonings on the table and sighed.

The job of giving orders was so smooth that Lu Miao couldn't wait any longer. She surrounded Fu Jingyou and urged her softly, "Why are you still standing there? Hurry up, I'm starving!" Fu Jingyou continued to work.

Fu Jingyou was always skeptical about whether the soft-shell turtle could finally be eaten. He was worried that he would disappoint Lu Miao. He lowered his voice and said:

"Didn't you bring peach cakes? Eat two pieces of cushion first."

Lu Miao shook her head stubbornly, "No, peach cake is sweet. If you eat it now, it won't taste good if you eat turtle later."

Her attitude was so resolute that Fu Jingyou couldn't say anything else, so he could only speed up his hand.

Quickly blanch the soft-shell turtle pieces and take them out, picking out the small fat particles that were not removed before. Fu Jingyou rinsed the iron pot, dried the water, and poured a little oil on it according to Lu Miao's instructions.

After the oil came up to temperature, add ginger, garlic, chili pepper, Sichuan peppercorns and bay leaves and stir-fry until fragrant. Fu Jingyou didn't take precautions and choked on the spiciness. He turned his head and sneezed three times in a row before he recovered.

Not to mention, once the spicy and pungent smell comes out, it really feels like that.

The fire in the stove was obviously a bit strong, and the fragrant leaves were a bit burnt. Lu Miao took the tongs and moved closer to remove the firewood. However, even holding the tongs with both hands, it was a bit ineffective.

In the end, Fu Jingyou took the tongs, pulled out the thick firewood with small flames and thick smoke, and inserted it into the ashes of the stove.

"What to do now?"

“Just pour the turtle in and fry it!”

As he was told, he poured in the soft-shell turtle and while Fu Jingyou was busy stir-frying, Lu Miao was not idle and took a bowl from the broken cupboard with ease.

After washing herself, like a deer in the forest, she blinked her clear and dark eyes, raised her little head and asked:

"Fu Jingyou, where did you put the salt and soy sauce?"

"It's on the table. The little jar is for salt, and the round-bellied glass bottle is for soy sauce."

"Oh!"

The kitchen table is against the wall from the main room. The salt shaker and soy sauce bottle are on the inside of the table and against the wall.

Lu Miao took the bowl over and saw the grease and caked dust on the salt shaker and soy sauce bottle. Her delicate brows knitted together again. This time she felt a little angry:
"The salt shakers need to be washed! The soy sauce bottles need to be washed too! Fu Jingyou, you are so sloppy! Everything here is so dirty!"

"..."

Fu Jingyou was embarrassed by what she said. He turned around and gave her the spatula, took the bowl in her hand, grabbed the salt shaker and soy sauce bottle in one go, "You turn the pot twice first, I'll wash it." !”

"No, you, please wash it quickly, come back and fry it!"

From watching videos before, Lu Miao was quite interested in food and food creation. She once wanted to try it, but the idea of ​​frying oil in the pot always put her off.

She found it really scary.

Fu Jingyou had no choice but to go and return quickly.

Lu Miao scooped a bowl of clean well water from the bucket, poured salt and soy sauce according to her feelings, and stirred it with chopsticks. She saw that the soft-shell turtle in the pot had almost changed color after frying, and handed the bowl to Fu Jingyou:
"Give you."

"This is?"

Fu Jingyou looked at the water in the bowl, a little confused.

This little water is not enough to make soup, and it would be too much to thicken it.

Lu Miao pursed her fragrant red lips, "It's for coloring and seasoning, and the turtle meat is difficult to fry, so it needs to be simmered for a while!"

Fu Jingyou nodded, took the bowl and poured water into the pot.

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