He Long plucked the two chickens, splashed the dirty water inside, and cleaned the basin. Then, he said, "Laoliu, do you have a bad memory, or do you not know how to count? I'm already in my early fifties, but I'm only seven or eight years younger than you. Count with your fingers. I can still live a carefree life for a few more years."
With that said, he cut open the chicken's stomach with a pair of scissors and began to clean the innards.
Fang Laoliu said, "Oh, you're already in your early fifties. I really didn't notice. How old is your daughter? She should be in her early thirties. I haven't seen her in a few years. "
He Long said, "She's already in her thirties. I can't control her anymore. She's overseas and refuses to come back, nor does she want to get married. I can't do anything about it. Anyway, she's stepping on watermelon skin. I'll just let her be. As long as she doesn't fall to her death, I won't worry about her."
He couldn't tell if he was angry or sad about his daughter. In short, he hadn't seen her in five years.
Fang Laoliu said, "Not married yet?"
He Long felt very embarrassed. She was already an old lady in her thirties. He was embarrassed to say that she wasn't married yet.
"I rely on myself for my old age. I don't count on her. I'll thank the heavens if she can take care of herself."
He washed the chicken intestines and splashed them. Fang Laoliu dodged quickly and almost touched him.
Fang Laoliu said, "Be careful. Your hands and feet aren't nimble. I'll fix this for you."
He Long stabbed open the other chicken's stomach, pulled out the intestines, and threw them on the ground. He said to Fang Laoliu, "Grab some straw, add some alkali, and cut it."
Fang Laoliu didn't mind. He picked it up and looked at it carefully. He said, "What do you want with such thin intestines? They're not even enough to fill the gaps between my teeth."
He Long said, "Hurry up and clean it up. Add some chilli and stir-fry it. You don't eat it, but I like it. "
Fang Laoliu said, "You really know how to eat."
He squeezed the two chicken intestines clean and placed them in clean water. He arranged a few straws, added some alkali, and rubbed them repeatedly.
When he was almost done, he threw them into He Long's basin.
He Long scrubbed it and sniffed it. He smiled and said, "This is good. Didn't you want the whole fish? Make it quick."
Fang Laoliu entered the house and rummaged through his brother's storeroom. He found a net, put it in a bucket, and carried it away.
He Long directly threw the pheasant into the pot, added some water, covered the pot, and stewed it.
Li Lan used the fire stick to poke at the stove, and the fire started up again.
He Long dusted his hands and rubbed them against the wall. Then, he lit a cigarette and said, "Pick a few thick ones and stuff them in. The bigger the fire, the better."
Men seemed to have a destructive instinct. Listening to the crackling sound of the arm-thick tree trunk in the stove and watching it slowly burn into ashes, Li Lan always felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction. He could not suppress it at all.
The fire grew bigger and bigger. He went into the house to find two potatoes and buried them in the ashes of the stove. Then, he used the fire stick to toss and turn his body.
He Long said, "Just leave it like that. Let's see how you're going to eat it when the skin is broken."
Li Lan said, "I'm going to cook a big stove in front of my house when I get home."
He Long said, "My restaurant doesn't have enough for you to eat. You can rest now. I have a stove in my courtyard. If you want to cook, you can cook there every day. "
Li Lan said, "That's too far. It's more convenient at home."
He Long said, "It's easy if you really want to. Isn't there an iron stove that Song Gu and the others use for barbecue by the lake in your backyard? You can just use that. That's enough for you to play with."
He was about to say something when he saw Fang Qiong carrying a bucket over. He walked over and glanced at it. "Where's Lord Liu? Why did he let you carry it?"
Fang Qiong said, "He went home to change."
Li Lan took the bucket and his hand sank. He did not expect it to be so heavy. He did not expect Fang Qiong to be so strong. He shook the bucket and the big carp swam around, splashing water everywhere. His face was full of water.
Looking at Fang Qiong's teasing face, he smiled and said, "At least five catties."
Fang Qiong said, "Lord Liu weighed it. A big one is at least seven catties, and a small one is at least six catties."
She took out the fish, picked up the kitchen knife on the chopping board, and cleaned the fish one by one.
He did not expect a girl to be so cruel. Li Lan closed his eyes, not daring to look at the bloody scene.
"It's a sin, a sin."
Fang Qiong washed her hands and let Fang Laoliu take over. She then said to Li Lan, "Don't eat it if you dare."
Li Lan said, "You still have to eat it. You've already killed it anyway. If you don't eat it, it would be a waste.
Fang Laoliu opened the lid of the pot. In an instant, a fragrant aroma filled the air. He shoveled the pheasant mushroom stew into the pot, wiped the bottom of the pot, and put the two big pieces of meat into the pot.
When the fat on the meat was sizzling, he added water and seasonings. He put the three big fish into the pot and covered the pot again.
He Long said with a smile, "If the fish doesn't break, then your cooking skills will be superb."
Fang Laoliu said confidently, "Look, this fish has to be stewed like this to taste good. Braising, charcoal roasting, and steaming are all nonsense. Only amateurs know how to make it.
Don't think it's easy. I'm not bragging, but how many people can make it taste as good as mine? "
Li Lan did not think that he was bragging. He squatted on the ground and looked at the black lump of meat. He realized that it was easier said than done.
Fang Qiong said with a smile, "You're so stupid. You can't even roast a potato and turn it into charcoal. What do you think I should say?"
Li Lan said grumpily, "I was too careless. I was too busy chatting with you and forgot to take it out."
Fang Qiong said. "If you had just admitted it, I might have had a better impression of you. What a hypocrite."
The two of them squatted on the ground and whispered to each other, so no one noticed them.
From an outsider's point of view, the two of them seemed to be getting along well with each other.
In this village, the oldest person with the surname Fang was Fang Qiong's grandfather, Fang Jiuzhang.
Fang Jiuzhang and Fang Laoliu shared the same grandmother, but they did not share the same grandfather. It was just that both of their grandfathers had the surname Fang.
Fang Jiuzhang was in his eighties, but his back was straight. His hair was white at first glance, but if one looked closely, one would see that there were still some black strands in his hair.
His face was clean-shaven, and there was not a single stubble on his face.
When Li Lan first met him, he thought that he was Fang Qiong's father.
"Lord Jiu." Li Lan saw him and pulled a chair for him.
Fang Jiuzhang noticed the cigarette in Li Lan's hand. "You didn't smoke before, did you? You're still young, why are you smoking? "
Li Lan smiled and said, "I'm just smoking for fun."
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