After being reborn as the Dragon King, I made a fortune on seafood

It was almost noon when Lu Ao returned home with the suitcase, twelve snails and all kinds of vegetables he just bought.

After so many days on the boat, he was so exhausted that he simply ate a pot of noodles, then sent a WeChat message to Song Zhou asking him to come over for dinner at night, and then went back to his room to sleep.

He was really tired today, and when he woke up, the sun had already set in the west.

Looking out from the window, the shining white sunlight outside was replaced by a relatively soft golden yellow.

Lu Ao looked at the time again, it was 37:[-] in the afternoon.

He yawned and got up, put on his shoes and walked out, intending to visit the geese and then the vegetable field.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he went out, he saw a figure sitting in the yard.

The figure is slender and graceful, it is Song Zhou.

"Are you awake?" Song Zhou raised his eyes from the book, "Did you sleep well?"

Lu Ao stared at Songzhou for a long time, trying to distinguish whether this was reality or a dream. After a few seconds, he finally confirmed that it should be in reality now, "It's okay."

After he finished his answer, he thought the answer was too simple, and added, "I'm quite satisfied. I went out to sea and caught some conch shells. Let's eat conch shells tonight. I'll go to see the goose and vegetable fields first, and then come back to cook. .”

Song Zhou put down the book, "I just went to see it, the goose and vegetable fields are very good, there is nothing special to take care of."

Lu Ao remembered, "Are these swans kept outside?"

"Yes, they are still quite happy to leave, and they haven't come back once these days."

"The goose is so stupid, don't you remember coming back?"

Song Zhou said casually, "That's not necessarily the case, chickens, ducks and geese can usually remember the way home."

"Can't you?" Lu Ao expressed doubts, "Can chickens, ducks and geese remember?"

"Why don't we try later?"

"Okay, let's see if they come back later."

Lu Ao was going to see the goose, and Song Zhou was fine staying at home, so he might as well go with him.

As the sun sets and the evening wind picks up, people can already feel a little cool outside.

The two walked slowly into the field, and there were houses in the village with smoke rising from the roofs.

A child was playing by the side of the road. When they saw Lu Ao and Song Zhou, they hurriedly hid aside, both shy and scared.

Lu Ao looked at these little brats and wondered.

It has been three months since he came back. Logically speaking, the villagers are already familiar with him. Even if the children are timid, they will not be afraid of him.

Song Zhou looked at him depressed, and said, "Children are more sensitive, and they may have sensed your aura."

"What breath? The breath of a dragon?"

"Almost." Song Zhou said, "It's not that specific. To be precise, they sensed that you have a different aura from humans."

"What about the adults?"

"Those who are sensitive can feel a little bit, and those who are not sensitive can hardly feel it." Song Zhou turned his head to look at him, "As your dragon shape becomes bigger and more powerful, more and more people can feel unusual More and more, until one day you learn to retract freely and completely restrain your aura."

Hearing what he said, Lu Ao couldn't help but said, "How long will it take?"

"I can't say for sure." Song Zhou said, "You are the first dragon I know and the only dragon in this plane. I can't say what happened. Maybe it will be fine when you become an adult."

"Sounds a bit miraculous, how long will it take for me to become an adult?"

"Not sure, maybe a long time, maybe soon." At the end, Songzhou's voice seemed to be a little sighed, "Who knows about the dragon? Maybe you will remain a child for hundreds of years."

Listening to his emotional tone, Lu Ao felt a little inexplicably uncomfortable.

"It doesn't matter if the dragon is an adult or not?" He frowned and emphasized, "My soul is a human being, and I have already grown up."

Song Zhou looked at him with gentle eyes, "There was a case before, where a thousand-year-old demon possessed a little monster, and his mind also degenerated a lot, almost like a little monster."

"Maybe that's an example?" Lu Ao said, "Do you think I look like a child?"

Song Zhou smiled and shook his head.

During the rest of the journey, Song Zhou took the initiative to change the subject and chatted with Lu Ao about what he had seen and heard at sea.

Lu Ao wanted to emphasize that he was not affected by the juvenile form of the dragon shape, but he didn't know what to say, so he had to change the subject accordingly.

He has a lot to say, from the day he lost his soul to taking a bath every night in the rain to all kinds of weird fish on the bottom of the sea, he really wants to share everything with Song Zhou.

The two talked and soon reached the river.

Lu Ao saw the lion-headed goose perched under the tree at a glance.

He had only been away for a week, and the lion-headed geese had gained weight again, lying by the river, looking like a nest of big ducks.

"Is this goose growing too fast?" Lu Ao wondered, "This week, at least a catty?"

"I can't tell." Seeing him like this, Song Zhou smiled, "They eat fish and shrimp every day here, so they will grow faster."

"It's not faster, it's obviously much faster." Lu Ao glanced at Goose and then at Songzhou, suspicious of Longsheng, "If I knew they grow so fast, should I let them out earlier and directly Stocking?"

"Not necessarily. If they hadn't grown to such a large size, it would be difficult to go out and catch fish."

"Yes. Then I can stock up in the future?"

"As long as you're not afraid of losing it."

"Not afraid." Lu Ao affirmed, "I am more afraid of trouble than I am afraid of losing."

"Then stock them up later." Songzhou suggested, "You let them go back to the goose pen at night and come out during the day."

"Let me try."

The chickens, ducks and geese in the village are free-range, and ordinary people will not harm other people's poultry.

Stocking is totally doable.

Just warn the flock of geese not to let the geese bully the elderly and children.

Lu Ao was unambiguous and communicated directly with the goose.

As his dragon shape got bigger and bigger, his communication with small animals became smoother and smoother.

To be precise, it is not communication, but crushing.

After his dragon shape was a little bigger, it was much easier for his will to crush those small animals that were smaller than him.

Of course, this is limited to those small animals with obvious consciousness, and it doesn't work at all for small animals such as small fish, shrimp, and crabs.

After watching the geese, the two went to look at the dishes.

In the few days he was away, Song Zhou helped him manage the vegetables well. The vegetable garden was lush and green, and the branches were covered with fruits and vegetables.

Lu Ao went to look around and found that many dishes were old, or almost old.

He picked the vegetables into the basket, "Many are old, what a pity."

"Just feed the geese."

"That's right." Lu Ao said and looked around again, "But there are still a lot of dishes left, shall I send some to the old people in the village?"

Most of them are left-behind elderly and left-behind children in their village. Many elderly people can't lift their hands. Planting vegetables requires weeding, watering and fertilizing. They can't do it, so they have to stop farming.

Even if they grow vegetables, they only grow a little, which is not enough to eat. Many old people have to go to the town to buy vegetables on the market day.

Most of the old people who are still in the village have relatively average economic conditions.

Even if they go to the town to buy vegetables, the old people are reluctant to buy those expensive vegetables. They always choose cheaper seasonal vegetables to buy, and they are only a few like eggplant and beans.

Lu Ao didn't talk much in the village, but when he saw any old man in need of help, he would help him.

Repairing electrical appliances, changing light bulbs, delivering gas, and seeing that there is something that needs help, Lu Ao usually does not wait for anyone to call, and will take the initiative to help.

The children in the village saw him as taciturn and stern, so they didn't dare to talk to him.The old people know that he has a good heart, and they will pull him to have a chat when they see him.

Song Zhou knew his character well, and when he heard him ask, he smiled, "You can give it away if you want."

Lu Ao muttered, "After all, we grow vegetables together."

Song Zhou felt better when he heard the words, "Then I will go with you to deliver it?"

"Okay, help me pick vegetables together."

"it is good."

Lu Ao added, "You can pick almost all the big ones, and pick more at once today."

Songzhou took a basket, picked a vegetable field, and picked vegetables.

There are more than 20 kinds of vegetables grown here in Lu Ao, and the most productive ones are tomatoes, eggplants and peppers.

Winter melons and pumpkins are not high-yielding, but each one is very large, and one is enough for many people.

The two baskets that Lu Ao brought were filled in no time, and there was no way to hold the remaining vegetables.

Songzhou saw him, so he had no choice but to go back and drive the tricycle over.

After a week, in Lu Ao's three-acre field, Guangcai received seven baskets and piled them in the tricycle compartment, which was full.

Most people have to cut rice to have this harvest.

After picking the vegetables, he drove Song Zhou from door to door to deliver the vegetables to the villagers.

The old people were very surprised to see him, thinking that he was still at sea, but they didn't expect to come back so soon.

Lu Ao sent out the food, but many old people didn't want to accept it and let him eat it by himself.

He eats so much that he has gained a bit of fame in the whole town. Many old people know that he can probably finish eating, and they are unwilling to take advantage of him.

Lu Ao insisted on keeping the vegetables, and the old people would give him gifts in return, a piece of glutinous rice cakes, a bowl of sauerkraut, a bag of dried radishes... All kinds of gifts were stuffed into his hands. Received a small basket in return, including a piece of high-quality ham, the price was higher than the dishes he always sent out.

The ham was sent by Wang Huaiying. The old man was widowed and lived alone. His only son was working overseas, and he would send some good things home from time to time.

She was reluctant to finish eating, but she was willing to give it to Lu Ao.

Lu Ao couldn't refuse, so he had to accept it, and planned to deliver more dishes next time.

When the two returned home, Lu Ao weighed the ham and said, "It happens to be charcoal-grilled snails, and the ham can be used."

Charcoal-grilled snails do not put garlic or dry-roast directly. It needs to put broth, ham, diced meat, rice wine, etc. into the snails and bake slowly. When the soup is dry, the snail meat inside Only then can it be taken out and eaten.

Lu Ao didn't see any good ham in the town in the morning, so he only bought pork, which is just right to go with it now.

Song Zhou came over to help him, stared at the snails in the basin, and asked, "How do you distribute the twelve snails?"

"Seven charcoal grilled, three stir-fried, and two boiled." Lu Ao had planned a long time ago, "Boiled to eat the original taste, we can try it one by one, there is no need to do too much."

"Then I'll come over and help."

"I'll prepare the soup first." Lu Ao commanded, "Your husband is hot."

Lu Ao, the broth used to roast the snails, started to stew at noon. A whole chicken was put in the pot with nothing but ginger and scallions.

The chicken soup was first boiled over high heat, and then slowly simmered over a whole furnace of charcoal for an entire afternoon.

Now that the lid of the pot is lifted, the chicken soup is still warm, but the large pot of soup has already stewed into a small half pot, and the yellow chicken soup is left in the pot. You can smell the freshness and sweetness inside.

Lu Ao took out the whole chicken, added diced meat, ham, rice wine, etc., and patiently adjusted it into barbecue sauce.

When the snails are charcoal-grilled, pour the barbecue sauce and diced meat ham into the snails and roast them slowly.

Song Zhou lit a fire outside to prepare for charcoal grilling.

The tools for charcoal grilling are relatively simple. He uses a flower pot to hold charcoal, put a barbed wire on it, put the snails on the barbed wire, and start roasting when the charcoal is burning.

After a while, Song Zhou shouted to the kitchen: "The fire is lit, what are we going to do now?"

"Just put the conch on the fire and grill it. I'll be right over."

Lu Ao said as he brought out the barbecue sauce.

The snails had been put on the fire and started to roast.

Lu Ao could vaguely smell the delicious smell of snail meat.

He took a deep breath, moved a small bench, and sat in front of the charcoal fire.

Before making the snails, the juice must be poured.

Lu Ao does not destroy the integrity of the snail shell, and directly injects barbecue sauce from the shell.

After a while, the snail was heated, the snails opened, the barbecue juice flowed in, the snail boiled, and the delicious smell of the snail meat wafted out.

Song Zhou sat across from him, and rarely said, "It smells a bit gluttonous."

"This is really delicious." Lu Ao asked, "You turn it over here, and I'll fry the snail meat and boil the snail meat?"

Charcoal grilled snails is a difficult dish. You have to keep turning them while roasting, otherwise the snail shells will be heated unevenly, and if you are not careful, they will be burnt and burst. The barbecue juice inside will flow out, and the snail meat will be smoked by the fire. It will also destroy most of it.

With Song Zhou's ability, it's easy to roast a snail.

He nodded, bent his eyes and said, "Okay, leave this to me."

Lu Ao went into the kitchen to cook the rest of the dishes.

Burning is the fastest, and it should be done at the end.

Boiled snails are very particular about the heat. The snails are immersed in water for at least ten seconds. If the heat is too high, the snail meat will be as hard and tough as rubber, and it cannot be chewed at all.

The same is true for stir-frying. It takes a few seconds to stir-fry on high heat. These two are quick-hand dishes and have to be done later.

In addition to fried snails and boiled snails, Lu Ao also made egg flower loofah soup and shredded chicken.

His dishes are ready, and the charcoal-grilled snails are also ready.

Songzhou is the knife, and he goes to the kitchen to cut the snail meat.

Charcoal-grilled snails should be cut into thin slices while they are hot, so that they will be delicious, soft, sweet, smooth and refreshing.

He is good at craftsmanship. The size and thickness of the cut snail meat are almost exactly the same. The cut snail meat is placed on the plate, and the slightly yellowish snail meat is like jade, exuding luster.

The two took out the dishes and sat down to eat.

Boiled snail meat is the lightest, eat it first to get the original taste.

Lu Ao couldn't wait to grab a chopstick and put it in his mouth.

The boiled snail dish he made today was very successful. The heat was just right. When the snail meat was put into the mouth and bitten, various flavors burst out, such as freshness, tenderness, sweetness, coolness, and slipperiness. The taste was better than that of abalone.

Lu Ao's eyes lit up in an instant.

Seeing him like this, Song Zhou greeted him, "Try this."

As he said that, Song Zhou put the charcoal-burned snail on his side.

Lu Ao took a piece, bit it lightly, and the rich juice splashed out.

Charcoal-roasted snail meat has a richer taste than boiled snail meat. When you eat it in your mouth, you will not only feel fresh, tender, sweet, refreshing, and smooth, but also have an extra layer of burnt aroma and softness. The plumpness of diced meat and the mellowness of ham It is the first time in Lu Ao's life that he has eaten such food.

At this moment, what he thought in his heart was not how delicious this charcoal-fired snail was, but the feeling that he was really alive.

Only by being alive can we eat such delicious food.