Chapter 7: Tuen Mun Buns

Sunset is slanting, the father and the son are stepping back to their thatched cottage on a brisk pace, and the buns change the clothes, and Ling Jingxuan screwes the bucket to the kitchen. Unexpectedly, in addition to a short stove, a large iron pan, a few broken cans on the cooktop, and a on the stove, there was no sigh in the kitchen. Ling Jingxuan put the bucket in the middle of the kitchen and turned it to the backyard. The clothes are all dry before they start to process the fish.
"Hey, I have to eat a lot."
The little buns ran in, and squatted in front of him with excitement, his eyes burning and staring at the big squid that had peeled off the scales in his hand.
"Is this big one not enough for you to eat? Brother?"
He saw that the fish was big enough to catch it.
"My brother went to the backyard to dry his clothes. He said that he would bring some firewood over. Hey, is this fish all eaten tonight?"
"Otherwise? Can't this weather be put up? And the fish is delicious when it's fresh, and it smells bad after a long time."
"but……"
The small nose and small eyes wrinkled into a ball, and it was difficult to hide the pain in the eyebrows. Ling Jingxuan had not come and questioned. The big steamed buns came in with a bundle of firewood: "Hey, you can have a good thing and want to eat it once." , such a big fish, can be eaten for several days with salt."
"what?"
Ling Jingxuan dumbfounded, dealing with the action of the fish, as for saving to such a point?
"Oh, not that I said you, you will not live too much."
It seems that he did not find his black line. The big buns are still not finished. The little buns on the opposite side also nodded hard. It is obviously in agreement with his brother’s opinion. Ling Jingxuan only felt all kinds of shame. In the end, who are they? Where did the son come? Why did he be taught by his son? Isn't it a fish? They like him to release the Crescent Springs and let them eat enough. As for this?
This is not the most tragic. When they start cooking, Ling Jingxuan knows how many big buns are.
"Hey, we only have that spoonful of oil at home, how can you use it?"
"Oh, don't let you not cook all..."
"Hey, salt is too much, very expensive!"
"father……"
In the end, Ling Jingxuan couldn't help but urinate and urinate as soon as he heard the slogan. He finally made a pot of delicious wild vegetable soup. When he used a large pot to prepare it, he prepared to cook some wild corn paste. At that time, the big steamed buns that had been responsible for the fire directly rushed over and opened his arms in front of him, ignoring his doubtful eyes, and turned back to hold the clay pot with cornmeal: "Hey, you have done so many fish, you can’t do it anymore. Others, this cornmeal is still sick from your milk and you can't waste it. Let's eat fish tonight."
The big buns are sore, and the words are all heartbreaking. It seems that Ling Jingxuan has done things that are not tolerated for many days. He made his black line full of brains. After a long period of time, he was careful: "That, boy. The fish is a dish. Do we always want to eat some staple food?"
Which one is like this?
"Amaranth, the staple food, you can fill your stomach, hey, you are not allowed to play the cornmeal idea again."
The big buns had a contemptuous look, and both hands were holding the earthen jars, and the eyes couldn’t help but be red, for fear that he would rush to grab the look.
"Hey, you listen to your brother, we don't have much food. Waiting for the rice to be harvested in the village next month, I will pick you up the rice and let you cook some brown rice."
The little buns pulled his clothes, and the head of the head said innocently. Ling Jingxuan’s heart was sour. The previous Tucao’s belly disappeared cleanly. He decided to put down the pot and squat down:
No, I will work hard to make money, let you Eat white rice, let's eat fish today."
In the end, it is the fault of poverty.
"Ok."
The little steamed buns focus on the big buns. He heard that he finally gave up, no longer hit the cornmeal idea, exaggerated spit out a sullen gas, almost no thunder and death Ling Jingxuan, once the savage killer and secret doctor, never worried about the money, now want Eating some wild corn paste is the same as snoring, and the drop is too big.
Wild fish do not have the same astringent taste of fish. Although they do not have much condiments, they should not be said to have basically no seasoning. However, Ling Jingxuan put a lot of fish and grass into it, adding flavor and completely removing the fishy smell. The father and the son sat around the table in the middle of the hall and had a big meal. The big buns that had previously screamed at the door were also satisfied. The father and the son all ate a round belly, even the soup. They all drunk clean.