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

"Well, you understand!"

Mu Xi was not stubborn with Song Juan. After all, he was a city dweller and was really not very familiar with rural affairs.Of course, he is not the kind of person who can't distinguish between leeks and wheat seedlings.

"Go, go!"

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

At this time, the persimmons are half-sized, so they are definitely not ripe on the tree, but those that have fallen will slowly become soft and lose weight.

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

The two of them walked around under the tree for a long time, but only found one that was half-ripe. As for the others, they were overripe and already rotten.

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

There are six duck eggs inside!

"Hehe, this is such good luck!"

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

In today's villages, every household is not allowed to raise chickens and ducks casually. Two chickens and two ducks in a family is 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 one level lower than that of hens.

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

Under such circumstances, picking up six duck eggs at once was indeed the boss's luck.

"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 to continue looking for the persimmons.

Moreover, after walking around several trees, I found a half-ripe persimmon that was not edible yet. It was a waste of time to continue tossing it.

The two went back and continued fishing for a while before embarking on their return journey.

After all, as the sun gets higher and higher, the weather naturally gets hotter and hotter.

At this time, it would be cooler to go home.

When Song Juan and Mu Xi returned home, Song Juan immediately washed the duck eggs and stuffed them under the jar that Li Guilan used to soak the salted duck eggs.

Because Song Juan likes to eat salted duck eggs, the eggs laid by the ducks of the old Song family are stuffed into the jar, from bottom to top, layer by layer.

When it's time to eat, take out the two from the top.

After processing the salted duck eggs, Song Juan discovered that Mu Xi was not idle either. He actually processed all the small fish they had brought back.

Except for those very small ones, anything the size of an index finger was disembowelled and cleaned cleanly by him.

"Are you going to eat?"

Song Juan looked at Mu Xi in shock. She clearly remembered that when they were fishing, they used duck droppings on the shore.

Hearing this, Mu Xi nodded and said, "Yes!"

"This is coated in flour and deep-fried. It tastes pretty good!"

"Can you explode?"

Song Juan stared at Mu Xi, really not thinking that he had this skill.

Who would have thought that after listening to Song Juan's words, Mu Xi still nodded and said, "I'm not bragging. My technique of frying dried fish was learned from someone else!"

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

Song Juan originally wanted to ask him if he didn't feel sick, but after thinking about it, she didn't ask.After all, the crops are like a flower, and the family relies entirely on dung.

Besides, Mu Xi had already cleaned the internal organs of the little fish and screwed off the head. If he wanted to eat it, there really was no way to say whether it was dirty or not.

Although Song Juan has superb cooking skills, she has never deep-fried dried fish.

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

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

I have never exploded this thing before, so I don’t understand or am familiar with it, so it’s best not to speak casually, in case you get slapped in the face, that’s the next best thing.The key is that the person who wants to fry the dried fish is her man.

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

Mu Xi's skills in handling these small fish were quite superb. In Song Juan's opinion, Mu Xi must not have lied.

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

"As for me, I will follow my eldest brother and my second brother to catch fish in the river."

"However, we don't use cans and bottles, we use nets."

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

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

……

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

"There was a chef in the courtyard next door to us. He taught us this skill once he met us. For this food to be delicious, the key is to have enough ingredients!"

"Besides, there must be more oil!"

"Daughter-in-law, tell me, will I get scolded if I use so much oil?"

Mu Xi asked Song Juan for information, but his hands didn't tremble at all. He put half the can of lard into the pot.

Seeing this, Song Juan smiled and said: "Don't worry, it won't happen. My mother cares so little about you as her son-in-law, she will never scold you!"

"Daughter-in-law, why don't you just say that it was you who did it!"

"You are beautiful!"

Song Juan snorted, she would not bear the blame.

However, she forgot one thing. She has the best cooking skills in this family, and she is the one who never hesitates to use oil when cooking.

……

When Song Laifu and Li Guilan came back from going to the fields, they smelled the fragrance at home and immediately subconsciously thought that their precious daughter was cooking again.

Then, the two people naturally put the pot on Song Juan's head.

Song Juan wanted to explain, but she never thought that Mu Xi was the first to speak and said: "Mom, I fried these dried fish, not Juan'er!"

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

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

"Mom, I really did it!"

"Okay, okay, okay, you do it, you do it!"

Song Guilan stopped talking.

She was naturally satisfied that her son-in-law protected her daughter like this.

However, this girl still needs to have a good talk, and she still needs to save a little while living at home.

Song Juan glared at Mu Xi fiercely. She felt that this guy did it on purpose.However, she had no proof.

However, I must admit that Mu Xi’s fried fish is really delicious.

Although Song Juan didn't eat it, just by smelling it, she could tell that the craftsmanship was excellent.

Song Laifu and Mu Xi ate dried fish and drank two glasses of wine.

"Since so much oil has been used, let's get some fish back in the afternoon and fry more!"

Song Juan saw that her old father also liked the dried fish so much, her eyes flashed and she had an idea. She wanted to show Mu Xi's true colors.

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

"You are enough!"

Song Juan's fantasy was shattered by a stab in the back from her biological mother.