In the age of crossing books, the female supporting role of salted fish won

"Uh, you understand!"

Mu Xi didn't fight against Song Juan, after all, he was from the city, and he was really not very familiar with the rural affairs.Of course, he is not the kind of person who doesn't work hard and can't distinguish grains, at least he can distinguish leeks from wheat seedlings.

"Go, go!"

Song Juan pressed down the rope with stones, and called Mu Xi to set off.

At this time, the persimmons are half-grown, and there must be no ripe ones on the tree, but those that have fallen will gradually become soft and lose.

It's just that the taste is a little bit worse.

The two wandered around under the tree for a long time, but only found one half-cooked one. As for the others, they were all over-ripe and rotten.

However, they were lucky to find a nest of duck eggs in the withered grass by the river.

There are six duck eggs inside!

"Hey, this is really lucky!"

Duck eggs, made into salted duck eggs, are really delicious.

In the current village, every household is not allowed to raise chickens and ducks casually. Two chickens and two ducks in a family are the best match.Of course, many people only raise chickens, and not many people raise ducks.

After all, the number of eggs laid by ducks is a notch lower than that of hens.

Song Juan didn't count how many people in Banpo Village raised ducks, but there were more than 20 ducks swimming around in the reservoir.

Under such circumstances, it was indeed the luck of the boss to pick up six duck eggs at once.

"Go back and make salted duck eggs!"

He and Mu Xi picked up the duck eggs and put them in their pockets, and the two of them lost the intention of continuing to look for persimmons.

Moreover, it was a waste of time to turn around a few trees before finding a half-ripe persimmon that was not yet edible.

The two went back to continue fishing for a while, and then set foot on their way home.

After all, the sun is getting higher and higher, and the weather is naturally getting hotter.

At this time, it is still cooler to go home.

When Song Juan and Muxi returned home, Song Juan cleaned the duck eggs immediately, and then stuffed them under the jar Li Guilan used to soak the salted duck eggs.

Because Song Juan likes to eat salted duck eggs, the eggs laid by Lao Song's ducks are all stuffed into the jar, from bottom to top, layer by layer.

When ready to eat, take two from the top.

After dealing with the salted duck eggs, Song Juan realized that Mu Xi was not idle either, and he actually disposed of all the little fish they brought back.

Except for those very small ones, he disemboweled and cleaned up all those that were as big as an index finger.

"Are you going to eat?"

Song Juan looked at Mu Xi in astonishment, but she clearly remembered that when they fished, they used duck feces on the shore.

Upon hearing this, Mu Xi nodded and said, "That's right!"

“This one is flour-coated and deep-fried, and it tastes pretty good!”

"Can you blow it up?"

Song Juan stared at Mu Xi, she really didn't think he had this skill.

Never thought that after hearing Song Juan's words, Mu Xi still nodded, and said, "It's not me bragging, I learned the technique of frying dried fish from someone else!"

"You...forget it, I'll watch the show!"

Song Juan originally wanted to ask if he didn't feel sick, but after thinking about it, she didn't ask.After all, a crop is a flower, and it depends entirely on dung.

Besides, Mu Xi has already cleaned up the internal organs of this little fish, and even twisted off the head, so if you want to eat it, there is really no way to say whether it is dirty or not.

Although Song Juan is a superb cook, well, she has never fried dried fish.

She can also fry fish, but she has never fried this kind of small fish.

Song Juan still knows how to stay in awe of things she doesn't understand.

I haven't blown up this thing myself, and I don't understand it, so it's best not to speak casually. If you get slapped in the face, that's the next best thing.The point is, the person who wants to fry the dried fish is her man.

When a couple gets along, respect for each other is very important.

When Mu Xi handled these small fish, his skills were quite superb. From Song Juan's point of view, Mu Xi should not have lied.

"A few years ago, when there was a famine, life in the city was not easy."

"As for me, I will go to the river to catch fish with the eldest brother and the second brother."

"However, instead of using cans and bottles, we use nets."

"At that time, many people went to the river to catch fish."

"In the beginning, everyone could still get big fish, but later on, small fry were rare!"

……

While handling those small fish, Mu Xi told Song Juan how he learned this craft.

"In the yard next door to ours, there is a chef who taught us this trick the first time he met us. The key is to have enough ingredients for this food to be delicious!"

"Besides, there must be plenty of oil!"

"Daughter-in-law, tell me, will I be scolded for using so much oil?"

Mu Xi asked Song Juan for news, but his hands didn't tremble at all, and he put half a jar of lard into the pot.

Seeing this, Song Juan chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I won't, my mother cares so much about your son-in-law, she will never scold you!"

"Daughter-in-law, why don't you just say, you made it up!"

"You are beautiful!"

Song Juan snorted, she won't take the blame for this.

It's just that she forgot that in this family, she has the best cooking skills, and she is the one who is never reluctant to use oil when cooking.

……

When Song Laifu and Li Guilan came back from going to the field, they smelled the aroma of the house, and immediately subconsciously thought that this was their precious girl cooking again.

Then, the pot was naturally put on Song Juan's head by the two of them.

Song Juan wanted to explain, but Mu Xi was the first to speak, and said, "Mom, I fried this little dried fish, it's not Juan'er who made it!"

"Son-in-law, don't always protect this girl!"

Song Guilan glared at Mu Xi reproachfully, "Let me tell you, even if you want to pamper her, you have to be careful. What kind of family business can withstand such a mess?"

"Mom, I really did it!"

"Okay, okay, okay, you did it, you did it!"

Song Guilan didn't continue talking.

She is naturally satisfied that her son-in-law protects her daughter so much.

It's just that this girl still has to talk about it, and she still needs to save a little while living at home.

Song Juan gave Mu Xi a hard look, she felt that this guy did it on purpose.However, she has no proof.

However, it must be admitted that Mu Xi's fried fish is really delicious.

Although Song Juan didn't eat it, just by smelling it, she could tell that this skill is very good.

Song Laifu and Mu Xi drank a couple of glasses of dried fish.

"Since we've used so much oil, I'll bring back some fish in the afternoon and fry more!"

Song Juan saw that her old father also liked this little dried fish so much, she had an idea in a blink of an eye, she wanted to show Mu Xi's true colors.

However, the idea is beautiful, but the reality is very skinny.

"You are enough!"

A backstab from her own mother shattered Song Juan's fantasy.