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Chapter 53 Guaranteed to make you forget to return
"Encyclopedia" is really good stuff.

There are many things she has never heard or seen.

Carrying a small fish basket, carrying a small bamboo basket.

Cen Abao grinned and covered his mouth in a low voice: Ha, I know this one, it's called clam, and I wrote a lot about it in the book.

Crash, I picked up a small bag.

Mrs. Cen threw a half-dead fish into the basket: "My dear grandson, don't tie your feet, what are you doing with this thing?"

"Grandma." Cen Abao winked mysteriously: "This is a good thing, do you believe Abao?"

Mrs. Cen also found out that since the accident with Guaibao, this luck has been soaring up, how can I not believe it.

"Hey, grandma also helps Guaibao pick it up."

The Cen family, who carried four large fish baskets and clams, went home happily.

Smell, the Cen family walked around the hard shell: "What are you doing picking it up? It's hard, it can't be burned through, and the meat is like rotten nose if you smash it."

"Okay, I will pick it up if you are rare."

Before making a big deal, you have to be silent, Cen Abao pouted, planning to fetch water with a basin.

The second brother, A Zhuo, and the younger brother, A Run, didn't need the younger sister to do it, and quickly took four large basins and filled them with water.

Seeing Cen Abao dump the clams in, they scratched their heads: "Sister, do you have to give them a bath?"

Cen Abao's baby voice sounded like a little adult: "This is called spitting sand, soak them in water and spit out the stuff in your belly."

"and then?"

"Hey, just wait and find out."

It was getting dark, and Cen Abao washed his face early and got under the covers with a smirk.

Mrs. Cen patted her to coax her to sleep, but opened her eyes after an hour, eh?The good grandson still opened his eyes and smiled stupidly.

Old Madam Cen stretched her sleepy eyelids into five or six creases: "Baby, why aren't you sleeping?"

"Go to sleep." Cen Abao deliberately stayed up until the early morning.

Why?

Because there is another new moon in the early morning.

Another new moon indicates a new opportunity for the magic pen.

She got up early, earlier than the rooster, first looked at the clams that had vomited sand obediently, and then sneaked out.

Eh?Something is wrong with walking.

Turning around, eyes rounded: "Little dirty boy? Why did you come out?"

"Help you." Qi Zeyao pursed his lips, seeing her sneaky appearance, he knew what she wanted to do.

"Hey, okay, then you are my little helper." Cen Abao abducted the little dirty boy... Oh no, the little helper went down to the cellar.

She remembered that there was a large empty tank in the cellar, and she patted Qi Zeyao: "Little helper, how many catties do you think this empty tank can hold?"

Qi Zeyao thought for a while, then stretched out a slap: "Fifty catties."

"Wow." Cen Abao jumped up happily.

After the fun, he directed Qi Zeyao: "You, go and stand opposite, close your eyes tightly, and don't peek."

Qi Zeyao said something and passed obediently.

Cen Abao closed his eyes and entered the space.

"Magic brush, magic brush."

"here I am."

She held the magic pen and wrote: Garlic, fifty catties.

It’s a magic pen, although you can write two things at once.

But for example, fifty catties of garlic and fifty catties of rice are not acceptable, and they are counted as four.

"Bonus tips on growing garlic."

"Little helper, you have to explain something to me."

In the morning, every household got up, and some of them were gargling in the courtyard, and went out with a gurgle.

Some took a piece of pastry and chewed it, and said, "Why hasn't your family eaten yet?"

There are also chickens running all over the village: "Hey, old Wang's family, your family has run out."

"Hey, can you take care of your dog? Gaha is always chasing chickens." A big yellow dog chased and stopped for a while, and stood up with two dog legs, waving its paws to hit the chicken.

Mrs. Cen stood in the yard again, watching Abao Cen and Qi Zeyao struggling to come back with sacks and hurriedly greeted them: "What are you taking? Also, you ran out early in the morning without telling grandma One sound?"

"Grandma." Cen Abao showed a little wronged look: "I said, I said it in the ear of my grandma this morning, why haven't my grandma heard it yet?"

A bag of garlic went to the house: "What is this?"

"Hey grandma, the small fishing village is a village of treasures." Cen Abao spoke plainly: "The little helper took me for a walk and found this good thing. He said that his nanny told him before that it was garlic. It is used for cooking. It's fragrant."

Qi Zeyao followed suit: "Chengxiang."

Mrs. Cen was a little moved by what she said. She bent her waist, pulled out one end, listened to the good grandson peel off the skin, and bit it: "Oh, it's spicy, it's choking, it makes my heart burn, my good grandson, Can this stuff be eaten?"

"Grandma, I'll teach you, you follow my instructions."

Cen Abao commanded.

"Grandma, cut this garlic into pieces."

"Grandma, just a little lard, a little is enough, the oil is hot, put down the minced garlic."

Eh?This little smell came out.

A little spicy, with a little spicy, and a strong taste, it is unbearable to swallow with pork stir fry.

When it was fried, everyone in the Cen family took a chopstick and ate it: "It's delicious, I haven't tasted this before, and the wild pork is not ashamed, it's really delicious."

"Grandma, I still have a unique skill." Cen Abao clicked some clams with his small chin.

"Grandma, put some oil and minced garlic. Let's sauté it until fragrant. Oh, yes, yes, but don't let it burn."

"It's time, Grandma, hurry up and get the clams."

I saw the hard clam speak by itself, and the room was filled with the unique salty and delicious smell of seafood, which attracted the trustworthy villagers to poke their heads out: "What do you do at home? It smells so good."

Mrs. Cen asked her son to close the door, and ate like her good grandson: "Don't look at this little thing that doesn't have much meat, why is it so delicious."

There are not many stir-fries, and one bite is enough for each person.

When there was no one around, Cen Abao grabbed Granny Cen's hand: "Grandma, I have an idea..."

After listening to the little boy, Mrs. Cen let out an ouch, feeling apprehensive, and murmured, a little expectant and a little scared: "Yes, can you do it?"

Whether it works or not, you will know if you try it.

Cen Abao's words made Mrs. Cen so excited that she didn't sleep well all night.

In the morning, I washed my face with cold water, refreshed, and fried a lot according to the steps of my grandson, and put it in a small round pot.

"My dear grandson, Xiao Yao, let's go." Mrs. Cen drove the ugliest mule in the village into the town.

The town is bustling at noon.

Mrs. Cen didn't dare to enter with the small pot, but Cen Abao's big bright eyes swept her eyes and found a restaurant.

This is a little house for flies.

No one was there, a table of guests were eating, and the shopkeeper yawned.

Cen Abao walked in with a body that was not as high as the counter, moved a small stool by himself and stood on it, and said the most domineering words in the most childish voice: "Shopkeeper, your business is sluggish today, and tomorrow you will let me go!" Hit the back of your head with a busy foot."

Mrs. Cen's heart was pounding: "Oh, dear grandson, we are bragging a little too big, let someone type it out."

After hearing this, Qi Zeyao took a step forward: "Then I'll call back."

The shopkeeper's surname was Sun, and he burst into laughter: "You little brat, you talk a lot."

"It's not too big." Cen Abao took out the jar: "The shopkeeper, we are from a small fishing village, and this is a newly researched appetizer called garlic clams. Try it, and I'm sure it will make you forget to return. "

　Tomorrow's new book pk.

　　The sisters and sisters in the village stood up to support.

　　Vote, punch a card or something.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)