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Chapter Three Hundred and Fifteen
Feng Qianqian tried to squeeze the oil with walnuts in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on Yu Nianbing, a little nervously guiding the novice to kill the fish.
To be honest, Yu Nianbing is a good cook, but really...just a good cook who can't kill.
Especially fish, even if they smashed to the ground first, they will still move when they are actually killed.
However, Feng Qianqian still admires Yu Nianbing a bit. He obviously looks almost uncomfortable, his face is pale, and the hand holding the fish is not released. Although the hand holding the knife trembles when the fish suddenly moves, But it is basically stable.
It's really not easy, it's really not easy to engage in relationships.
Feng Qianqian felt that he had to put more of his mind on trying to get more oil out of this walnut kernel instead of feeling that Yu Nianbing sacrificed for love. Otherwise... I'm afraid that I will be so touched that one day sleepwalking will sell Song Shiyue.
Yu Nianbing killed the fish, but killing a fish is like going through a war. The sweat on the forehead was wiped and wiped, and the white face couldn't return to the blood for a long time...
Feng Qianqian felt hard just looking at it.
However, the hardest person, after picking up the fish that he killed, said: "I think I need to practice again, it is not good enough. How can you ask Song Shiyue to get another one for me? I want a braised one. A stew?"
"You're all in a cold sweat? You kill?" Feng Qianqian really couldn't read it, and couldn't help but deny Yu Nianbing's proposal, and said, "Even if you can't kill fish, talk to her a few more times. , She will also take you there!"
Yu Nianbing felt that this sentence sounded...not quite right, and unconsciously made a questionable expression to Feng Qianqian.
Feng Qianqian's heart shuddered and he quickly rounded up: "I mean, even if you don't know how to kill fish, you can pickle fish. How much salt does Song Shiyue understand?"
"I don't understand either..." Yu Nianbing turned the bottom of his clean pocket to Feng Qianqian.
"..." Feng Qianqian has never seen Yu Nianbing so cute? "You don’t know how to kill fish. Can it be harder to kill fish than pickled fish? Anyway, just coat the front and the back with salt. You said that this is technical, but Song Shiyue, who also doesn’t understand, can Don’t you think it’s unskilled?"
"Then...Kill the fish..." Yu Nianbing looked at the fish on the plate that he had pickled, and still didn't want to give up.
"You count how long it took you to kill the fish just now. Guess how long it took Song Shiyue? Efficiency is the reasonable distribution of work. Later when I was eating, I said, Song Shiyue caught the fish and left and right in the river. A scrape, a diarrhea, a digging, and a rinse is just a matter of two or three seconds. Even if you can dry it, you have to spend a few minutes. It is better to kipper the fish to cooperate." Feng Qianqian saw that he just mentioned it roughly. After the fish-killing process, Yu Nianbing finally calmed down a few minutes, and then turned white again. He couldn't help but sighed again, "Really, believe me."
Yu Nianbing also felt that this fish was really not good enough to kill, especially since it would still move... it was really hard to press this hand.
Seeing that Yu Nianbing finally nodded to his proposal, Feng Qianqian raised the stone bowl in his hand and continued his efforts: "The work is reasonably distributed, so can I ask Song Shiyue to come over and help me squeeze out this oil..."
Of course... nothing is impossible.
In the dark, the braised fish in the pot was gurgling. With the help of Song Shiyue, Feng Qianqian finally finished the handmade lip balm with beeswax and walnut oil that was originally used as a candle, and put it in Song Shiyuexin. In the small stone box made out. One box for one person, best in winter.
It’s a pity that there is no good disinfection tool. Everything can only be disinfected after being boiled in boiling water.
Song Shiyue regretted holding the small stone box with the big palm, "I was still negligent. At the beginning, everyone had some facial masks and hand masks in their boxes, and I didn't bring them..."
Others are comforting. After all, they have brought back a lot of things. The hand mask is only a temporary relief. If it can't be used continuously, the effect is probably not as good as this box of homemade lipstick. Moreover, Song Shiyue had brought all the skin care items without too much weight, enough for them to use for a winter. The next winter... if you really want to do it, goose oil is a big deal!
Everyone's comfort is still effective. After Yu Nianbing brought the braised fish to the table, Song Shiyue finally didn't regret it anymore. After all, although this winter will not be able to catch up, but next year, next year, we will definitely go to the castle to bring back those buried in the ground.
I haven't eaten fish for a long time. The fish is really delicious. Even the remaining juice of the braised fish was poured on the sweet potato pancakes by a few people, and the fish was drained.
After eating this fish, Song Shiyue decided that the salted fish should be marinated, but the fresh fish shouldn't be too troublesome, and some more must be brought back.
During the banquet, Feng Qianqian kept his promise, and Song Shiyue mentioned that it would be more efficient to catch fish in the river and kill them and hand them to Yu Nianbing on the shore. Song Shiyue nodded without rebutting.
In fact, at the beginning, Song Shiyue just didn't want Yu Nianbing to work hard, the fish was smelly, and the night was cold by the water, so he couldn't kill the fish and there was nothing to stop Yu Nianbing.
But later on Yu Nianbing looked really angry, Song Shiyue just...well, persuaded.
People were taken away, but it was impossible for Yu Nianbing to kill the fish.
Didn’t Yu Nianbing know that a few days ago, he was whispering an idiot. He had this crooked intestines in his heart, but he was relieved that he didn’t have to kill fish, and then he stretched out the hand of friendship to Feng Qianqian has scrambled eggs with chopsticks and fungus.
Song Shiyue is down, and he is not a jealous person.
But Ning Chuyang was different. The gaze was on Feng Qianqian’s bowl, until Feng Qianqian finished eating the chopsticks and dishes that Yu Nianbing had picked up, and started eating other dishes. Law move away.
What kind of person is Yu Nianbing... Even if he is a teammate, even if he survives together, he still keeps a polite distance.
Food?
After so many days, in addition to giving everyone soup, who Yu Nianbing has served, there is only one such honor, Song Shiyue!
Only a few days, only a few days? Feng Qianqian has eaten the dishes that Yu Nianbing personally picked?
what happened? What happened to her in the past few days?
Ning Chuyang’s question mark was almost overflowing the kitchen, but when she looked at Song Shiyue trying to find an alliance to continue to develop the question mark, she saw Song Shiyue happily took a sweet potato pancake and wiped the braised fish. Empty the plate of juice.
Hey... what he was expecting, Ning Chuyang withdrew his gaze.
However, my heart became more uncomfortable.
Song Shiyue said earlier that Ning Chuyang found the fish. He only described what he saw objectively. He mentioned Ning Chuyang's deviation from the route and praised Ning Chuyang's luck.
But Ning Chuyang knew in his heart that he followed Song Shiyue out, with people in his heart, not eating well and sleeping well, cutting the grass and cutting into the woods and almost getting lost, walking from uphill to downhill... the whole person was shocked. In a trance, Song Shiyue had to follow her to pick up the grass she had cut. In the end, luck was really true... I found the fish by accident.
But when I am full of this person, what is this person doing?
It seems that besides making lipstick, there are new friends!
Anyway, on the same plate of fish, this evening, some people ate braised fish, while others ate...cuddly fish.
Not only fish in vinegar, but also vinegar sweet potato pancakes, scrambled eggs with vinegar fungus, braised bamboo shoots with vinegar onions...
Ning Chuyang, who had taken a bath on his return, was already sour after an hour or two.
Ning Chuyang didn't dare to ask Feng Qianqian, he just tapped a few words beside the kitchen helping Yu Nianbing clean up his bowl after dinner.
Feng Qianqian helped a lot today. It was when Yu Nianbing was grateful that he did not hide his appreciation of Feng Qianqian when talking about the events of the past two days.
When Song Shiyue came in and drove away Ning Chuyang from taking a seat to help clean up the kitchen, Ning Chuyang felt that he had finished drinking the vinegar of his life.
Yes, Feng Qianqian is good, do you know how Feng Qianqian is?
Ning Chuyang's mood is too complicated, like a baby at home, praised by others, happy is happy, but! That is my own baby! what!
Piansheng...he didn't dare to send the vinegar from his body in front of Feng Qianqian, Ning Chuyang walked around twice to calm down before entering the house.
Feng Qianqian started the days of shame and embarrassment to solve personal problems again, but at night, the person's breath and temperature were close at hand again, which made people... really relieved.
Suddenly some... don't want to leave this wild planet.
After Ning Chuyang's "accident" in a trance, Song Shiyue took Yu Nianbing and spent one harvest after another.
The forage can be cut a few days later, but it is inconvenient to fish when the river is frozen, so Song Shiyue can't stop fishing all at once.
However, some people are happy to harvest because of "accidents", and some bears are hungry because of "accidents".
Who would have thought that this is the same river with fish, and who would have thought that this river is so long, but...not so many fish.
At least the viewers on the Star Network noticed something was wrong after the bears could only catch small fish for several days.
This was because a small carp with a little gold edge fell on Muxingzhou.
The little carp is really very small, it's a bit bigger, and it has a little gold trim. It is very cute and familiar.
Although Song Shiyue couldn't stop fishing, he didn't even touch a small fish as big as his palm.
Let them go now and eat them again next year.
However, because this little carp is very cute and special, Song Shiyue fished it to the shore and showed it to Yu Nianbing. At that time, the camera gave Song Shiyue a close-up of her palm, and the audience also saw it.
But unfortunately, Song Shiyue originally wanted to take it back to Yu Nianbing to keep it for fun, but the little carp jumped back into the water.
Song Shiyue didn't expect this fish to be so small but so flexible. He was about to start copying it back, but was stopped by Yu Nianbing. He just said that it would be okay to go back, and that the novel might not be able to feed it.
It's all fate, so Song Shiyue watched the little fish swim away.
Who can think that this little fish was caught by Muxingzhou instead of being taken away by Song Shiyue.
If the fish are similar, the same body shape, the Phnom Penh, and even a black spot on the lower lip of the fish are all the same, it is a bit difficult!
Because there are clear pictures taken on both sides, great expert is self-contrasting online. The answer is... yes.
This is terrible, this bear has eaten small fish for a few days, shouldn't he go upstream to see where the big fish have gone!