"Really or false?" Why did Song Mingde feel like he was listening to a fantasy?

?The old man heard his words and ignored him, just said, "I used it when I went to the countryside before, otherwise I wouldn't know about this thing. This is a folk remedy and there is no record in the book. When I went to the countryside, a child in the village happened to be frightened by a snake, and he couldn't eat or sleep well. He had nightmares at night, and he lost weight a lot of weight in the day.

After an old fisherman in the village found out, he took out this black fish stone from his home and put it in his mouth for the child to hold it in his mouth. Unexpectedly, the child's appetite became loud after sucking the fish stone and did not have nightmares at night. I could see it protruding at that time, which was really incredible. However, the black fish stone in that man's hand was not as big as Awen's hand, and it was only the size of a pigeon egg." The old man still felt strange when he thought of the situation at that time, and he didn't know why a small stone could have such a magical effect.

After hearing this, Song Mingde was skeptical, looked at the heart-shaped black fish stone in his hand, and said to Song Wen: "Awen, I'll give this to me. I'll take it back and find someone to try it out. Is it really useful."

"No, I'll just find someone to try it myself."

Song Wen hurriedly stepped forward and snatched the heart-shaped fish stone in Song Mingde's hand. This old man, Jing Jing, wanted to get a bargain. He finally got a novel thing, so he wanted to take it. Can he still get it back when he got it?

"You're so stingy, no wonder you can't marry your wife. I don't want to marry my daughter to you." Song Mingde said angrily when he saw that the heart-shaped fish stone was snatched away by Song Wen.

"I just don't marry. If I want to marry, the girls who want to marry me can be ranked from the beginning of the village to the end of the village." Song Wen said disdainfully.

"Blow it, I think you may not be able to win just one Xiaojun."

He couldn't take it, and he couldn't take it down even if he rolled it down. Song Wen glanced at Song Mingde with contempt, ignored him, put the fish bones in his pocket, and continued to chop up the fish head.

The fish heads were big. They were more than one meter apart, and they didn't know what to do. Steam them, but they didn't seem to be filled with a basin. They didn't need to roll the soup, and they were not needed. The fish bone soup was enough. After thinking about it, he planned to keep it and eat it slowly.

Since I decided to hold a fish feast, the group of people who came to play moved.

Those who make fish scale jelly make fish scale jelly, those who cook fish sausages cook fish sausages, those who grill fish meat, those who fry fish steak, and those who make fish balls, all of them try their best to make their dishes. They are full of tricks. Those who have the ability try to show it as much as possible, and those who are not capable have to take action. Seeing those who are busy, they are jealous and think that they must learn to cook when they go back, and they can show their skills.

There is something in this world that makes people happier than what you have to work hard to get praise from everyone.

More than 20 people were busy and moved quickly. At about noon, they prepared a large table of dishes made of fish meat. Some oil-soaked fish balls, fried fish jelly, braised fish belly, braised fish tails, boiled fish fillets, snowflake fish rolls, jerk fish intestines, fish scale jelly, chrysanthemum fish, etc., and a lot of them.

A fish made them come up with countless tricks, and in the end the fish head that Song Wen planned to keep was also used. Song Quan specially asked the juniors at home to take a steamer and a large wooden basin from the foot of the mountain, then steamed half of the fish head in a large wooden basin, and drizzled with Meiji soy sauce and chopped green onion. Then poured with hot oil, and the taste was very good. However, it was only half used, and half was left for Song to enjoy.

The fish banquet was ready, and the crowd started moving at noon.

Song Quan took out another jar of red glutinous rice wine that he had treasured for several years, scooped it out with a wine spoon and poured it into a glass bottle, and let them pour it on themselves. After everyone drank it, they nodded repeatedly, it felt very mellow and had a good taste.

After eating for a while, someone ran to the temporary stage, played the instruments, and started singing. The people below were eating and listening, and some even started singing along.

Song Wen didn't care about them, just burying his head to eat. I don't know how many years this black liu has grown. The meat is tender and smooth and delicious, which makes people unable to help but eat it again and again. Of course, it is not ruled out that it is the reason why the human dishes are cooked well.

The fish scale jelly on the table is boiled over high heat, then carefully seasoned, and frozen in the refrigerator. It looks like jelly, clamped on chopsticks and trembles. The sauce made of dried vegetable candy tastes very refreshing. The fish balls are also very fresh, and when eaten in the mouth, they are extremely sweet.

Chrysanthemum fish uses the word "well" knife method to make the fish meat look like chrysanthemums, then mix with eggs, raw powder, soak and fry it in the oil pan and drizzle it with the prepared sweet and sour orange juice. It tastes crispy and crispy, and it also has a sweet and sour orange juice taste, which is very delicious.

There was also the fish dumplings. These people didn't know what they thought, so they actually chopped the fish into glutinous rice, then threw them into glue, then mixed them into flour to make the skin, and wrapped them into leeks to make fish dumplings. The green and tender leeks add the fresh sweetness of the fish, which tasted great. Song Wen ate one after another, but couldn't stop chopsticks.

Suddenly, he grabbed a dumpling with a strange shape. People's dumplings are usually either ingot or mouse-shaped, but the dumplings he picked up are neither ingot nor mouse-shaped, and are square or round, so it looks like a mess.

Song Wen was stunned when he saw it. What level is needed to make such a genius dumpling! He couldn't help but turn his head and whisper to Huang Xi who was sitting next to him, "Sister Xi, who made the dumplings? It's so ugly?"

"Eat as much as you want, how can you talk so much nonsense?" Huang Xi heard his words and saw the dumplings in his hand, his face turned blue. Somehow, he said to Song Wen angrily.

Song Wen felt strange. He didn't seem to offend her, so why did he act like an enemy? After thinking for a while, he looked at the dumplings held by the chopsticks in his hand, then looked at Huang Xi, who had a little flashing eyes, and asked carefully: "Sister Xi, this is not yours, right!"

"Why do you care about so much? Just give it to me if you don't want to eat it." Huang Xi dug him, then took the chopsticks and picked up the dumplings in Song Wen's hand.

"I'll eat, I'll eat."

Song Wen quickly stuffed the dumplings into his mouth, and then said, "It tastes good."

"Of course, I bought it!"

Huang Xi said proudly, and felt that what he said seemed a bit grammatical. What I bought was delicious. This sounded a bit ambiguous and his face turned slightly red for a moment.

Song Wen was speechless after hearing her words. What she packed is delicious. It is the real thing that the ingredients are served by others. With her skills, the things she packed are not necessarily willing to give to others for free.

He glanced at Huang Xi, who had tender and fair skin, elegant and calm manners, and looked as beautiful as a flower, and thought that God was indeed fair. While opening a window for her, he closed it for her, which was the bad cooking skills. Of course, he only dared to think about these words in his heart, otherwise he would be hated.

Especially for women, once they are missed by women, it is the beginning of sadness in life.

"Awen, don't you all like to make wine by yourself in the countryside? Do you have one at home?"

At this time, a young woman in her thirties next to her looked at the red glutinous rice wine that Song Quan took out and asked Song Wen curiously.

After hearing her words, Song Wen remembered that the earliest jar of bamboo leaf wine that he made with tender bamboo buds in the spring seemed to be buried in the ground for a long time, which should be enough for 100 days. Today, it is rare that so many people are here today, so I want to dig it out for everyone to taste it. Thinking of it, I said to the people next to me, and ran to the backyard to dig out the bamboo leaf wine that had been buried for about 100 days. Then I washed it, knocked off the sealing mud on it, and carried it outside. (Welcome, your support is my greatest motivation.)
Chapter completed!