Golden Fishing Village

Jiang Caoqi kept his word and came to the backyard happily at noon.

Not only did he come by himself, but he also brought a six or seven-year-old boy with him. The boy was fair and clean, but he had two big eyes. When he said hello to Ao Muyang, his eyes kept turning, looking strange.

Jiang Caoqi introduced: "This is my nephew, his name is Ji Ji."

Ao Muyang asked subconsciously: "Is your sister's child this big?"

He had met Jiang Yufei two years ago and felt that the girl didn't look like she had given birth.

"My cousin's child." Jiang Caoqi rolled his eyes.

After all, the young boy said seriously: "Yes, Jiang Caoqi is my cousin."

"Don't call me by my name directly, or I'll send you to your parents." Jiang Caoqi threatened him.

After all, he opened his eyes wide and asked, "Do you know where my parents went?"

Jiang Caoqi sighed: "I don't know, they didn't tell me."

"I know, they went diving on the Great Barrier Reef." After all, he chuckled.

"Are you happy that your parents went diving without you? What a stupid kid."

After all, he hummed: "Yes, of course I'm happy. My mother said she would take my dad to scuba diving so that he could learn how to tolerate anger in the family in the future. I don't want to go."

"This is really something my cousin can do." Jiang Caoqi also laughed.

The fishing village has good ventilation, and the sea breeze is strong in autumn, so the smoke in the yard has been blown away.

Ao Muyang wanted to introduce Lu Wuji to him, so he specifically said: "Today's meal was not cooked by me, but by my brother-in-law..."

"Teacher Lu's younger brother?" Jiang Caoqi asked.

"Yes, you are fellow villagers, both from Jinling." Ao Muyang said.

Jiang Caoqi didn't have the bad habits of a wealthy young man. He was easy to get in touch with. After hearing his words, he smiled happily and said, "That's good. We have to get to know each other well. When a fellow countryman meets a fellow countryman, his eyes well up with tears."

Ao Muyang said: "Today's lunch was made by my brother-in-law. As far as I know, his cooking skills are average, so we have to encourage him. Even if it doesn't taste good then, we have to bear with it."

This made Jiang Caoqi a little unhappy: "I just drank two cups of soy milk in the morning. I originally wanted to take advantage of you at noon. Forget it, I'll eat less at noon."

Ao Muyang comforted him and said: "My brother-in-law usually watches me cook, and I guess he has learned some skills at least, so it shouldn't be too unpleasant."

Lu Wuyi slowly brought several plates to the table. The appearance of the dishes he cooked was naturally incomparable to that of Lao Ao, but he still managed to make do with braised pork ribs, stewed potatoes with kidney beans, scrambled eggs with shrimp paste, etc. At least I can identify them.

In addition, there is a dish of spicy stir-fried baby abalone. This dish is well cooked and the abalone tastes very good, as if it is alive.

Jiang Caoqi shook hands with Lu Wuyi politely and thanked him for cooking in person. After all, the young man's temperament meant that he quickly took off his chopsticks when it was time to eat.

The spicy stir-fried baby abalone was the best dish on the table, so he picked up the chopsticks and tried to pick up the baby abalone. When the chopsticks reached out and touched the abalone shell, the baby abalone suddenly opened and caught the slender head of the chopsticks. …

Seeing this, the child was so frightened that he threw away his chopsticks: "Uncle, has this abalone become a spirit?"

Ao Muyang also threw away the chopsticks. This meal is inedible!

Jiang Caoqi wanted to say something, and Lu Wuji also wanted to explain a word or two. The two raised their heads at the same time and their eyes met. At that moment, the air suddenly became quiet, and the entire backyard was filled with an awkward atmosphere.

"It's better for me to cook after packing up the belongings." Ao Muyang sighed.

As he walked towards the kitchen, Lu Wuyi quickly grabbed him and said, "Brother-in-law, what are you going to do?"

Ao Muyang said: "I'm going to cook."

"You need ingredients for cooking." Lu Wuyi whispered.

"Of course, you...fuck you!" Lao Ao's eyes suddenly became extremely fierce, "I have two refrigerators and two freezers. You have messed with everything in them? Are they empty?"

Lu Wuwei said in a lower voice: "Isn't this my first time cooking? I have to get some ingredients to practice my skills, right? Practice makes perfect, I have to do experiments."

Ao Muyang pointed to the pile of things on the table and asked, "Practice makes perfect, and you finally came up with these things by chance?"

Jiang Caoqi didn't give up and wanted to try something else. He put some scrambled eggs with shrimp paste in his mouth, then quickly spit it on the ground, coughing repeatedly: "Cough cough cough, it's a bit salty."

Lu Wuwei said awkwardly: "We Jinling people can't eat salty food. Maybe I added a little too much salt."

Ao Muyang said in shock: "You add salt when making scrambled eggs with shrimp paste? Do you know how salty that shrimp paste is! That's the ancestor of pickles!"

He went out angrily. There was no shortage of food in the village. He went to Song Qiumin's house and brought back several crucian carp.

In the morning, Ao Xiaoniu went fishing in the lake and came back with a large bucket of crucian carp.

After returning with the crucian carp, he said to Jiang Caoqi: "Let's have a crucian carp feast today."

After all, the little boy asked weakly: "Isn't crucian carp good for making soup? What else can it be used for?"

Jiang Caoqi said: "Ha, today your Uncle Xiaoyang will open your eyes to see how crucian carp can be a feast. He is the master of state banquets!"

After all, he curled his lips and said, "Uncle, what you said is the same as what you didn't say."

Jiang Caoqi glared at him, and then said to Ao Muyang: "Old Ao, introduce him to him and let this little guy see what you are capable of."

These crucian carp were all kept alive in order to preserve their freshness. Ao Muyang disemboweled them and said, "This crucian carp can be used in many dishes, such as braised crucian carp in spring water, boiled crucian carp in well water, salty crucian carp soup, and sweet crucian carp soup. "A lot?"

The young boy was stunned. He looked at Jiang Caoqi in shock, and Jiang Caoqi laughed: "Your uncle is teasing you."

Ao Muyang also laughed. He reached out to use the cooking wine to process the crucian carp, but he reached out and touched the bottle and looked at it: "You even used up the cooking wine?"

"I've also run out of liquor." Lu Wuji said cautiously.

Ao Muyang nodded and said, "Thank you very much, Brother Jiang. Do you know that Brother Jiang saved your life?"

He took out the money and gave it to Lu Wuyi and said, "Go buy a bottle of cooking wine."

Jiang Caoqi said: "Hey, there's no need to go Xiaolu, my nephew is here, this is all a child's work."

After all, he was not happy. He pouted and said: "I'm not familiar with this place. How do I know where the supermarket is? Besides, I'm so young. What if I get trafficked by human traffickers when I go out? How are you going to deal with my parents when you go back? What? Dealing with your parents? Once I'm trafficked..."

"Then let's set off firecrackers as a family to celebrate. It just so happens that your parents have wanted to practice trumpet for a long time." Jiang Caoqi put the money into his hand and waved for him to get out.

After all, he held a hundred-dollar bill and said, "Uncle, according to the rules, I go shopping, and the remaining change belongs to me, right?"

"Okay, I'll give you the change." Ao Muyang said.

As soon as he heard this, he ran away after all.

Jiang Caoqi clapped his legs and said: "Old Ao, you have been fooled by him, just wait, he will definitely come back with a bunch of change, and he won't even leave a single big note."

After saying that, he snorted again: "But it's okay. I'll grab the change for him when the time comes."

After a while, the child came back with heavy steps. He handed Ao Muyang a bottle of cooking wine and carried a heavy bag in his hand, which contained more than ninety steel coins...

Jiang Caoqi rubbed his temples vigorously with his hands, and then gave Ao Muyang a helpless look: If it was banknotes, he could grab them and put them in his hands, but this is a bag of steel coins!