Female supporting roles rely on food to save themselves

Chapter 335 Pickled Fish

Gu Xiang just encountered an innocent disaster, but she didn't care about it, she couldn't please everyone in the world.

On this day, Gu Xiang went out to sell [-] ovens of meat, and finally managed to deal with a group of diners in the morning.

Jiang Zu watched from a distance, his teeth were grinding and creaking, but the corner of his eyes couldn't help slipping towards Gu Xiang's booth.

His mother-in-law immediately slapped him fiercely: "If you don't hurry up and work, you will be in a daze every day."

Jiang Zu suddenly turned his head back, with a bit of resentment in his eyes.

Gu Xiang also raised her head and glanced over, even though she was a bit dull, but she was so keen to be stared at, how could she not know?The old dog and the others felt that this 'neighbor' was not right, and they were wary, but now that they lost their sight, Gu Xiang didn't think too much about it, and felt relaxed.

Li Chengyu was sitting at the table and gossiping about her, so she couldn't pay attention.

"Sanniang, you don't even know how miserable I am!"

Gu Xiang smiled, blinked, seeing this pitiful little girl who was still trying to lose weight, she moved a little bit, so what, please feel compassion.

Li Chengyu whimpered and cried: "I don't eat this, and I don't eat that. Even my cats eat more than I do. It's just that they eat less. Anyway, give them something tasty, and they all eat it." Clear soup with little water, wish I could live by eating wind and drinking dew? I am not a fairy, I am a living mortal, I can’t live with some water, I have to eat meat, eat meat, eat meat!”

Fu'er lowered her voice: "Yesterday I ate two big pieces of chicken for you. Chicken is also meat, and it's less fishy than mutton. Isn't it good?"

"Is that chicken?"

Li Chengyu pointed to the big chicken drumsticks and chicken wing roots in the jar on the dining table next to it, the fat was rolling off them: "Look clearly, that's chicken!"

At a glance, Li Chengyu wanted to rob.

The young woman who was eating next to her was stared at by her envious eyes, and her appetite suddenly became stronger, and she couldn't help but lose a little bit of elegance. She took a bamboo stick and bit down on it. The tender chicken was torn off, not at all firewood, tender and tender. Xiang, quickly swallowed a few mouthfuls, sighed unconsciously, obviously very satisfied.

Li Chengyu: "Oh!"

Gu Xiang: "...Puff! Cough cough!"

Seeing Li Chengyu glaring at her, she blinked and smiled, "Don't worry, wait until I make something you can eat."

"It needs to be oily, fragrant, and strong. I'm not a rabbit. I don't like vegetables. I just want to eat meat. I like spicy, spicy!"

Gu Xiang listened to her rambling, thought for a while, and turned to the old dog: "I remember you caught a black fish a few days ago, it was quite fat?"

Old Dog: "..."

He hesitated for a while, but went back dejectedly to fish out the black fish from the water tank.

After the fish was caught, Sanniang took a look at it and said that it was rare, and it was suitable for frying and frying. He quickly raised the black fish in the water tank like an ancestor. According to Sanniang's instructions, he was fed a little homemade rice wine every day, and the bait was carefully prepared.

Sanniang said that the slaughter would take about three days after being raised, and today is exactly the third day.

The old dog has made a plan, half of this whole black fish will be stewed by Sanniang, and the other half will be made into fish balls.

My little lady's fish balls are a first-class taste.

"Hey!"

Now it seems that it is about to enter someone else's mouth.

Gu Xiang looked at the fish, first killed the fish, put it in a basin, and then took out a jar of sauerkraut, just after opening, she dug out a piece and smelled it.

As soon as the hot and sour taste came out, Li Chengyu's tongue was full of saliva, and his eyes almost glued together: "Give me a jar of this sauerkraut?"

Gu Xiang laughed: "You girl has sharp eyes."

This is not the sauerkraut bought in the mall, but it is not simple at all. Gu Xiang was shocked when he ate it from a fellow villager's house, and the fellow did not make a living on sauerkraut, so he gave her some tricks.

There is a lot of knowledge in it, and it is definitely not a good dish that can be marinated randomly.The first thing is to choose the white cabbage well. Even the place where it grows is different, and the taste of pickled cabbage is not the same. Gu Xiangguang chose the cabbage cabbage more than [-] times.

She tried every step dozens of times, and after practicing for an unknown amount of time, she finally made fifty altars, only one third of which could be used, and only three altars Gu Xiang considered qualified.

Take out a handful of sauerkraut and cut it up, add the auxiliary ingredients, then remove the bones of the black fish, cut the fish into half-thick slices, fry it in the pot, throw it directly into the wine jar next to it, turn it around, fish it out and throw it in In the basin.

As soon as the fish went into the wine jar, the two diners gasped in unison.

Gu Xiang does not sell alcohol, but the gentlemen in the audience are very fond of alcohol. They have been drinking for some years, and they can all tell what kind of wine it is by smelling a little bit of it. Good or bad, ordinary wine doesn't catch the eye.

The wine that this person in front of me often uses is very good.

The current wine is not cheap, and the government controls it. It doesn’t mean that you can brew it if you want, and it’s rare to make it well. In their opinion, if the wine used by the person in front of you is sold, it can be sold for her vegetable price. Ten times a hundred times, but it's such a good wine, and she uses it all for cooking, and no one will listen to it.

In the past, I only used a little bit, but now, even the fish have to be washed with wine. The wine that has washed the fish will naturally have mixed smells, and even the best wine will spoil the aroma.

Alas for the alcoholic diners, Gu Xiang has already taken the broth that has been simmering for an unknown amount of time, fried the sauerkraut and auxiliary ingredients, and threw it directly into the broth pot along with the fish.

The little cook over there has already helped light the fire. Gu Xiang glanced at it and nodded. The chili oil boiled over there became thicker and thicker, crackling and bubbling.

Gu Xiang seized the time, but in fact it was only a blink of an eye. A big spoon was stirred in the soup pot, and even sauerkraut and fish were put into a large porcelain bowl with a little thick soup. Here he directly picked up the pot for boiling chili oil, With a rush, it was washed directly from the top layer to the bottom layer.

I saw that all the fish were opened one by one, dyed red layer by layer, and the fragrant, spicy and sour taste burst out instantly, and half the street was full of such hot and sour smells.

Many diners began to growl in their stomachs.

Li Chengyu was even more tongue-tied, and rushed over impatiently, looking at Gu Xiang eagerly.

Gu Xiang laughed: "Wait a minute, don't worry."

She gave another handful of vegetables, boiled them in the broth until they were half-cooked, took them out and put them on the pickled fish, and finally asked someone to serve a small bowl of rice. Tundi pushed it to Li Chengyu's side.

Li Chengyu sniffled, took a deep breath, and his eyes were dizzy with intoxication: "It smells so good."

The old dog stared at it, the fish slices were neither thin nor thick, transparent, reddish, delicate and beautiful, as if you could see the soup flowing inside.

As soon as Li Chengyu swallowed it, he became insane, tears rolled down, and he ate while crying: "I want to eat a pot!"

Old Dog: "..."

Gu Xiang couldn't help laughing, blinked, and whispered to the old dog: "Don't worry, she won't be able to eat a pot, and wait for the rest of the brothers to share."

Only then did the old dog feel at ease, and just as he was about to make some excuses and restore his image of being too gluttonous, he heard a loud shout from the side: "What the hell is this, are you trying to kill people!"

With a bang, a pot fell into the soup pot. The pot tilted, and the soup poured out, covering the fish, and fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

Old Dog: "..."

(End of this chapter)