Golden Fishing Village

Chapter 729 732. Turtle Comes (15)

The monkfish meat is really good, very firm, cut into slices with a sharp knife, dipped in hot pot soup, and fished out slices and strips, still crystal clear.

Drinking old wine and eating fish, Yang Shuyong nodded: "Well, this fish is good."

"Of course, I said it's like lobster meat." Ao Muyang said, "Big lobster, Jinxiu lobster."

Yang Shuyong said: "I've never eaten Jinxiu lobster in hot pot. Lao Ao, I heard that you produce a lot of Jinxiu lobsters here. How about getting two to eat in hot pot?"

Ao Muyang said with a smile: "The lobsters produced in our village are not big lobsters, but small ones. Someone used small crayfish to pretend to be big lobsters, but was reported by your village. People in our village were sentenced."

Yang Shuyong quickly said: "This matter has nothing to do with me. It was Wang Youwei who did it."

Anyway, they are going to deal with Wang Youwei, so they can put any blame on him.

As they chatted, Yang Shizi ate very hard, without saying a word, but the sound of his mouth smacking was loud.

Yang Shuyong used chopsticks to knock him on the butt several times to ask him to eat slowly, but he didn't listen and scooped up the food quickly.

This made Old Yang embarrassed. He said, "Have you ever eaten before?" and wanted to fight him on the spot. Ao Muyang stopped him and said with a smile, "Let him eat, let him eat, there is plenty of fish meat."

Hearing this, Yang Shizi said angrily, "That's right, you see Uncle Xiaoyang is the master and you don't feel sorry for him. Why do you feel sorry for him when you are my father? You are like this and I have to doubt whether you are my real father."

"If I am not your real father, who is my real father?" Yang Shuyong said unhappily.

Yang Shizi shook his head, "I don't know, anyway, Uncle Xiaoyang is not my real father, but he is better than my real father."

Yang Shuyong bit his teeth and made a loud sound. Later, on the way back after dinner, Ao Muyang could vaguely hear Yang Shizi howling as he was beaten.

The next day at noon, Ao Muyang took out the meat oil brought by Yang Shuyong and made a simple soaking of the chicken mushrooms harvested last year.

Because of the golden drops sprinkled on the dead wood, the chicken mushrooms grew very well last year, and there were many harvests. Ao Muyang dried them and kept them, and soaked them at any time to eat them at any time.

After soaking, he put them into the boiling meat oil and made chicken mushroom oil.

The oil in the pot was more transparent and clear than vegetable oil. The sticky lard flowed and boiled. After the chicken mushrooms were put in, they immediately fried into golden yellow.

He put some chopped green onions and minced ginger in it, and sprinkled salt in it, and a good bibimbap was ready.

Sprinkle a spoonful of chicken mushroom oil on the steaming rice, and soon the rice grains become oily. Ao Muyang scooped a mouthful into his mouth with a spoon, and it was fragrant!

This is the most original meat flavor, fragrant but not greasy, even if you have anorexia, you will have a big appetite after eating this thing.

Lu Zhizi's eyes were misty as she ate. Ao Muyang was surprised and said, "Is it that serious? Is it so delicious?"

"I remember when I was a kid, the hero Lu Linshen made me oil-mixed rice. It tasted like this." Lu Zhizi looked nostalgic.

Ao Muyang reached out and touched her hair, saying lovingly, "Then you can call me daddy from now on."

Lu Zhizi almost splashed a bowl of oil on his face.

The reason why he didn't do it was not because he was afraid of something going wrong, but because he was afraid of wasting it. This bowl of chicken mushroom oil tasted better than the one Ao Muyang made when he first met him the year before last.

Ao Muyang didn't dare to joke anymore. When Li Ji and the others arrived, everyone happily ate with a few fishermen's side dishes.

Su Penghui was a gourmet. He gave a thumbs up to this bowl of oil-mixed rice and praised the good life in the fishing village.

He sighed: "To be honest, oil-breaded rice is simple and common. There is plenty of lard on the market. I have made it many times myself. But it is very difficult to make it so delicious."

Li Ji said contemptuously: "Compared with Xiao Ao's lousy cooking skills? Let me tell you, Xiao Ao is a professional in this area."

Ao Muyang cooperated and said: "Of course, whoever has a wedding or funeral in our village will definitely ask me to be the chef. Do you see the street outside my door? This is called Anmin Street. There is a saying in our village, called 'West of Anmin Street, the village chief's cooking skills are the best'. Some people even nicknamed me 'Anmin Street Food God', but I am not worthy of it."

Several people laughed, and Li Ji laughed and wondered: "Xiao Ao, aren't you the only family west of Anmin Street?"

Ao Muyang said: "So they say I'm the best cook, and I'm not being polite."

Su Penghui waved his hand and said: "Seriously, I said this oil-breaded rice is delicious, and it has a lot to do with this lard. It has a real pork aroma. Now the pork in the city is fried like dry firewood, and it can burn when it touches a raging fire. Where is the pork flavor?"

He began to summarize: "Nowadays, people say that everyone doesn't like to eat because the living standard has increased and they are tired of eating. This is really interesting. In the past, did the big landlords get tired of eating all year round? When it's our turn, can we get tired of eating? Nonsense, now the meat, vegetables, and fruits are tasteless, they are all quick-made products, how can they taste good?"

Ao Muyang estimated that this teacher Su was an angry young man.

Li Ji was even more angry than him. He put down his chopsticks and began to list the injustices of the year: "The country's control over food safety is too poor. Food is the first priority for the people. This is going to smash the sky for the people!"

The two are not only angry young men, but also lucky generals, or their professional level is accurate enough.

Less than a week after Li Ji and his partner came to the village, the green turtles returned at the end of March...

At this time, the resort had just stopped construction, and a green turtle climbed onto the coast.

As soon as the green turtle appeared, Ao Muyang immediately said that he would kill chickens and ducks to make a big meal to celebrate.

The chickens, ducks and geese were furious. What does the turtle's return have to do with us? Why kill us?

The return of the green turtle means that Longtou Village will have no problem setting up a national turtle protection area.

Li Ji turned the green turtle over, and Ao Muyang smiled and said, "Teacher Li, you are so excited. What are you going to do? Are you going to ravage this turtle?"

"Don't make a fuss. Alas, it's as expected." Li Ji sighed as he looked under the turtle's shell.

I saw several large and small tumors fluttering in the wind at the bottom edge of the gap in the shell. This green turtle, like the batch that arrived last year, has a weakened immune system and physical problems.

This is related to the overall marine environment. The problem of seawater pollution has not been solved. The environment of the green turtles has been deteriorating again and again. How can their physical condition improve?

Perhaps this is why they insist on returning to the sea area outside Longtou Village. The red ocean waters along the coast are considered clean, and the sea area outside Longtou Village is the cleanest in the red ocean waters.

Scared, the green turtles quickly returned to the water. They could not stay on the shore for long. They only came ashore to rest. After all, the green turtles came back a long way this time.

In the next two days, more turtles appeared on the beach intermittently, which indicated that the green turtles used the beach outside Longtou Village as a breeding ground.