In 1983, a small island started from a large farmer

Chapter 24 Fish Balls (for further reading)
Seeing that his mother refused to agree, Li Duoyu hurriedly said:
"It's still early for confinement, and you can raise another batch of chickens. Let's kill your daughter-in-law first to make up for it. Recently, she took two classes by herself, and she was too tired."

Chen Huiying thought for a while, and it seemed to make sense.

When Xiao Pangdun heard that he was going to kill the chicken, he was so moved that he almost cried. Today he not only bought pork, but also killed the chicken, which was even richer than his family's Chinese New Year.

Without waiting for Grandma's consent, he got into the coop and hugged the biggest cock with open arms.

"Grandma, will this work?"

Seeing Baby Sun rebelling in the chicken coop, Chen Huiying hurriedly shouted:

"Don't grab that big rooster, your aunt has a baby in her belly, so you can't eat a cock."

"Grandma, I'm going to catch that hen."

"It's only laying eggs, and you can't catch them. You come out first, and I will catch them myself."

See they have started to catch chickens.

Li Duoyu went to Aniang's vegetable patch again, and pulled some green garlic and ginger.

Then he and Zhou Xiaoying took the cutting board and kitchen knife, and carried the whole bucket of seafood to the well 100 meters away.

I found that there were already many people by the well, the neighbor Wang Po was sitting on a small bench and rubbing clothes on the stone slab, and the uncle Hu next door was cleaning the balang fish he just bought from the pier.

The production of this kind of fish is very large and very cheap, and the wharf sells it by basket. Even in later generations, a catty of wild Balang fish can hardly exceed 10 yuan.

And Uncle Hu’s family specializes in making Balang fish. When the weather is hot, they make dried Balang fish. When the weather is cold, they make some semi-wet salted Balang fish.

And the few children in his family are almost not at home, and they all sell Balang fish outside, some on the streets of Rongcheng, and some in the villages in the mountains.

Life is a little bit harder now.

But Li Duoyu remembered that the children like Uncle Hu bought a car and a house in Rongcheng, and even opened a few stalls in the seafood wholesale market, and their lives were quite good.

Seeing that Li Duoyu was carrying so many seafood, Uncle Hu asked casually, "Today is the holiday, and it's so rich."

Wang Po, who was rubbing clothes, said with a smile:
"I have reported all the fish, and even took a photo with the leader, so there is no need to celebrate."

"It makes sense. I'm not used to this Duoyu suddenly becoming so obedient. This old Li should pay homage to his ancestor's grave."

"Old Li's ancestral grave is far away, on the other side of the Bohai Sea."

Wang Po said, looking at Zhou Xiaoying, who had little flesh on her body, and said to Li Duoyu:
"Hurry up and make up for Xiaoying. If you are so thin, you won't have the strength to have children in the future."

Li Duoyu smiled and said:
"Make it up now, and give her a big meal every day in the future."

"You can't lie to Xiaoying."

Li Duoyu chatted with the neighbors for a while, and then started to process the seafood. Since he worked illegally in the island country, he spent most of his time in the back kitchen.

He has killed most sea fish.

But his skillful fish killing techniques made these neighbors look stupid.

A [-]-pound big squid, a [-]-[-]-pound dog shark, and an oil cone were all processed by Li Duoyu in a few minutes.

The meat and fish bones were separated, and the fish was killed very nicely, even the bones of the fish were removed, no worse than those fishermen who kill fish all the year round.

The dumbfounded Uncle Hu couldn't help asking.

"Who did you learn this technique from?"

Li Duoyu responded casually:
"Killing fish is so simple, you can do it after just a few glances, so there is no need to find someone to learn from it."

Uncle Hu, who heard this, didn't want to reply for a moment, feeling offended.

Zhou Xiaoying, who was brushing the pen stand, was not surprised when she saw that Li Duoyu was so proficient in killing fish.

She felt that she had gotten used to it these few days, and she didn't bother to think about it so much. Maybe Duoyu was secretly working hard where they couldn't see it.

When Li Duoyu finished handling the seafood, he returned to the yard.

A Niang was holding a tender hen. The feathers on the neck had been torn off, and then she cut it off with scissors. The tender hen struggled violently a few times.

As the chicken feet stiffen, they can no longer move.

After seeing Li Duoyu come back.

Chen Huiying asked again: "If you know how to make fish balls, I will help you."

Li Duoyu put the seafood on the stone.

"Look at me this time, and I promise to make it. It will be the best fish ball in Quandandan Island."

"You're a shit."

But in the next second, Chen Huiying's eyes stared like copper bells, as if someone had cast a holding spell on her.

His ignorant, idle son really looked like a chef when chopping fish.

The kitchen knife was chopping quickly on the cutting board, and there was a dense and crisp sound.

Just under 5 minutes.

A big squid was chopped into pieces by him.

Then came eel, shark, and pork.

Little Fatty's frightened mouth could hold two eggs.

"Uncle, chop it so fast."

Chen Huiying, who was dumbfounded, asked her daughter-in-law: "When did you teach him how to cook?"

Zhou Xiaoying, who was chopping minced pork, was speechless: "Mom, I'm not as good as him. Do you think I may have taught you?"

"Then why is he so powerful?"

Zhou Xiaoying smiled wryly: "I don't know, maybe where I learned it. I only recently learned that Duoyu can cook."

Zhou Xiaoying suddenly remembered one thing. Some time ago, Duoyu came back drunk and quarreled all night. He kept saying that after making money, he would go to the island country to be a chef.

I used to think he was talking nonsense when he was drunk.

Unexpectedly, he was really working hard.

Zhou Xiaoying looked at Li Duoyu again, because she grew up together, she knew very well that Duoyu's nature is not bad, and he is also very kind.

When I was in junior high school, I even rescued a girl from the sea, and I would not bully others at will, and sometimes I would protect those students who were bullied.

After Li Duoyu chopped the fish into pieces.

So he divided the meat of the big squid between the eel and the shark, and he planned to make two kinds of fish balls.

A kind of eel ball.

A kind of shark pellet.

Li Duoyu put the fish meat in a large stone mortar respectively, and beat them with a mallet.

The fish balls must be good and taste good.

The fish meat must be as delicate as mud.

When beating, Li Duoyu added some seasoning salt and monosodium glutamate, hammered it non-stop for about half an hour, and added several catties of sweet potato powder to it.

Immediately afterwards, use your arms to stir constantly to soften the sweet potato powder and fish paste.

In the era when there was no blender, making fish balls was simply physical work. Rao was in his early twenties, and he was vigorous all night long.

After stirring for half an hour, Li Duoyu was covered in sweat.

"No, let's take a break."

The distressed Zhou Xiaoying wiped his sweat with a towel and shook his fan to cool him down.

Chen Huiying, who had just finished plucking the feathers, came over with a big white chicken: "You know you're tired, get up, let me stir it."

As a result, she went to the stone mortar to have a look.

I found that the fish paste had been beaten, and it was even better than her previous ones. It was very tender and smooth, and I couldn't even find a piece of fish meat.

Immediately afterwards, a group of people took a wooden spoon for wrapping fish balls, put the fish paste in the spoon, and then grabbed some minced meat and stuffed it into the fish paste in the spoon.

Turn around, wrap the minced meat into fish balls, and place them in clear water.

In this way, the fish balls are wrapped.

However, there is still an important process, which is to cook these fish balls in a large iron pot for more than ten minutes.

The fish balls are really good.

Li Duoyu boiled a pot of boiling water, then poured the wrapped fish balls in batches, and stirred them with a shovel.

Looking at the big fish balls rolling in the iron pot, Xiao Pang Dun's eyes were straightened. He had already held the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, and kept swallowing his saliva.

"Uncle, are you okay?"

"Don't worry, if you want to eat, your aunt and I will eat first."

"Ah, but I'm so hungry."

(End of this chapter)