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

Chapter 68 Yellow Bone Fish

The crabs in the bucket were about the size of Fu Jingyou's fist. The crabs weighing two ounces did not escape. Some of the crabs that were larger were estimated to catch up to three ounces.

June Child Crab, this size is not only qualified, but also impressive.

Lu Miao was diverted and drooled at the few crabs that appeared from time to time and crawled sideways, "I was thinking this morning, what's the point of catching such a small crab? And it can't be eaten..." "

"Well, Fu Jingyou, why don't you eat these whole crabs together for lunch? Is that okay? Okay?"

Nothing could be fresher than June yellow!
Even if there is a shortage of ingredients and seasonings and you cannot make spicy crab, just steaming it is enough to make people lose their eyebrows!

Lu Miao was lying on the edge of the armrest of the recliner, smiling "hum hum hum", her cute look concealing a bit of embarrassment and shyness.

Just like a kitten begging for food, it meows and wants you to feed it delicious food, but for various reasons, it hesitates to approach it, or does not dare to enjoy the hard-won food with peace of mind.

Familiarity is familiar, but it does not conflict with the fear of rejection or being driven away.

Lu Miao took care of Fu Jingyou's sensitivity, while also carefully protecting her own sensitive areas.

But she was overthinking it, because in Fu Jingyou's eyes, why are crabs and turtles so common in the lake?
Precisely because no one eats these things.

In the past, if the uncles and aunts in the team encountered a turtle or crab, they would either kick it into the lake, or trample it to pieces, then shovel it into the fertile land of the field.

Not worth anything at all.

After pouring the crabs out of the basket in the morning, he hesitated for a long time before choosing to stay, waiting to see what Lu Miao would say at noon.

And to be honest, Fu Jingyou was quite surprised when he heard Lu Miao said he wanted to eat crabs.

I was surprised to find that crabs are actually edible.

Lu Miao wanted to eat, but Fu Jingyou didn't refuse. He took out all the crabs and put them into the basin together, and asked:

"What to do with crabs?"

"No need to do anything, just put some water in the pot, put the steaming tray on it and steam it!"

Lu Miao's eyes turned into crescent moons, and his wish was fulfilled. He said "hehehe" and smiled sweetly and sweetly, "Didn't I get a lot of ginger last time? Cut some ginger slices and steam them. When they are steamed, you can eat them directly. Okay, you can eat it with some vinegar."

The atmosphere was so heightened that even though he had never steamed crabs with his own hands, Lu Miao still rolled over from the recliner and was eager to give Fu Jingyou a hand.

Lu Miao had been grilling outside all morning. Fu Jingyou originally wanted her to take a break, but at this time, whether it was yellow bone fish or crabs, they were all things he had never eaten before. Although he knew the general method of making it, he still felt uncomfortable in his heart. Still feel it doesn’t make sense.

It would be nice if Lu Miao could stay with me and keep an eye on him.

Fu Jingyou didn't shirk, he took the kitchen knife and put it in the basin. When Lu Miao took the basin to the well first, he went into the house and got the woodcutter.

He went to the bamboo forest behind and cut down a bamboo. He picked off a handful of side branches and pulled off the bamboo leaves. Just like he brushed Lu Miao's shoes last time, he fiddled with it and tied it into a small brush.

After returning to the well, he fetched a bucket of water and filled the wooden basin. He first took out the crabs and brushed them clean before proceeding to deal with the yellow bone fish.

Lu Miao had just finished peeling garlic in the house and was taking out a stack of bowls from the old cupboard and packing the peppers, green onions and other spices to be used.

Seeing that Fu Jingyou was about to kill the fish, she poked her head around, raised her voice and said crisply:

"There is a layer of mucus on the yellow bone fish. That needs to be dealt with too. It is the yellow layer. You can scrape it with a knife...be careful not to prick your hands."

Fu Jingyou was careful. Lu Miao was not worried that the knife would hurt him, but that the fish was slippery and the thorns on both sides of the jawbone would prick him.

Don't look at the two thorns that don't seem to have any lethality. If they are pricked, they will only hurt a little. At this time, medical technology is backward. If you are accidentally pricked, and you get infected or have other bad conditions, it will be serious. Yes, amputation is also possible.

Lu Miao lowered her head to chop the dried chilies. She had just cut a few slices. The more she thought about it, the more worried she became. She raised her voice and shouted:
"Let's just chop off the head of the yellow-bone fish!" There isn't much meat on the head anyway.

Fu Jingyou responded in a low voice, thinking that Huang Yatou was the killing method Lu Miao said, so he immediately raised the knife without hesitation, and soon the four fish heads that were still opening their mouths rolled to the side.

He picked up the fish head, stood up and threw it into the woods behind the kitchen with a wave of his hand.

When he squatted down again, he began to carefully clean the fish intestines and the yellow film on the surface of the fish body.

After a lot of work, it was finally time to heat the pan and burn the oil.

Fu Jingyou has never eaten yellow-bone fish and tofu soup, but he used to drink crucian carp soup when he was a child. The fish was always cooked and fried in the pot. With this in mind, he did the same.

Lu Miao was on one side, wanting to help, but she was really afraid of the oil splashing in the pot.

Stomping around in the kitchen, Lu Miao's eyes suddenly lit up. He took off the dustpan for catching rice from the wall and held it in front of him, then approached the stove again.

Fu Jingyou sighed helplessly, "If you're afraid, just go and sit aside. It's too hot to stand here."

"No, I have to keep an eye on it. If you make a mistake, I can correct you in time."

He has a sharp mouth all over his body.

Lu Miao was holding a dustpan, just like Captain America in the Marvel movie, standing next to Fu Jingyou at this moment. She said she was following, but in fact she was silently observing to see what Fu Jingyou did.

Fu Jingyou couldn't say anything, so he could only put his heart into the pot and think about getting it done as soon as possible.

The subsequent series of operations did not disappoint Lu Miao. Lu Miao was even surprised that he could still do this with soups and vegetables!

For example, after frying a few yellow-bone fish in the pot, push it to the side to make some space, directly pour in the prepared Sichuan peppercorns, garlic paste, chili pepper and ginger shreds and stir-fry until fragrant. When it is almost done, scoop out two ladles of water. Just put the lid on the pot and bring it to a boil. There is no need to take it out, wash the pot, pour oil and stir-fry until fragrant.

Not only does it save time and work, it also saves cooking oil resources!
Lu Miao couldn't help but nod her head, silently keeping these tips in mind.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lu Miao nodding. Fu Jingyou thought she was confirming that the preparation of the yellow bone fish was fine. Unexpectedly, she opened the pot and opened the lid. She pursed her lips and asked uncertainly:

"Is that all right?"

Fu Jingyou nodded.

Lu Miao hesitated for a moment and said, "It seems to be different from what I ate before."

Fu Jingyou suddenly felt awkward and asked, "What's the difference?"

"The color of the soup is different."

Soup?The color of the soup…

Fu Jingyou was stunned for half a second. He remembered that Lu Miao had used soy sauce for soft-shell turtles and mud frogs before. He took the soy sauce bottle and poured some into the pot half-heartedly.

The fire in the stove was very strong, and the pot was bubbling all the time. He stirred it gently with a spatula, and the color of the soup became attractive.

He turned around and asked Lu Miao tentatively: "Is this right?"

Lu Miao's eyes lit up instantly, "That's right! That's the color!"

Fu Jingyou breathed a sigh of relief, put the lid back on the pot, and was not in a hurry to serve it out.

(End of this chapter)