Fisherwoman: After my divorce, I became rich by fishing at sea

"Monster, what monster?"

Fu Wan suspected that she had heard it wrongly. It was broad daylight. Could it be that her brother was too addicted to the TV last night and still hadn't come back to his senses?

Who would have thought that Fu Ming suddenly took a sip of water, then pulled Fu Wan to gesture excitedly.

“It’s said that there’s a monster that’s longer than a boat and taller than a house, with a big mouth and sharp teeth, and arms and legs.

If Shunzi and the others hadn't run so fast, they would have probably lost their lives!"

Fu Wan and Ye Xiaocui were stunned by what they heard, but neither of them took it seriously. Fu Wan had heard no less than twenty versions of the story about sea monsters in the sea since she was a child.

There are all kinds of bizarre stories, such as a mouth bigger than a pot at home, five legs and six eyes.

In fact, these are basically just rumors spread by fishermen who can't see clearly at night. Some are deep-sea creatures, and the fish have genetic mutations caused by the high pressure in the deep sea.

But even if there is, it will not prevent everyone from going out to sea. Except for the possibility of great white sharks attacking people and extreme weather such as typhoons, there is basically nothing that can stop everyone from going out to sea.

After all, these days, not having enough food to eat is much scarier than monsters.

Fu Ming was just saying it for fun. Seeing that Fu Wan and Ye Xiaocui had forgotten what he had heard, he simply turned around and went to look for his niece again.

Huh, kids will definitely like to hear this news!

As the sky gradually darkened, Ye Xiaocui began to prepare dinner.

Fu Wan had nothing to do, so she followed her mother and helped her.

Working in the kitchen is actually a way to accompany family. Listening to Ye Xiaocui's nagging while picking vegetables with my hands, it is plain but very interesting.

At noon, Fu Wan and Fu Ming were not at home. Ye Xiaocui cut a small piece of the meat bought by Fu Zhenhua, chopped it into meat paste and stewed it into a winter melon meatball soup.

It was the first time for Fu Ling and Qin Mingzhu to eat this kind of meatballs. The fragrance of winter melon combined with the freshness of the meatballs, plus Ye Xiaocui also threw in a few clams, the taste was so delicious that it was eye-catching.

After having meatball soup for lunch, Ye Xiaocui wanted to try something different in the evening.

It’s impossible to dry bacon in such hot weather. Meat cured with salt has no other benefits except that it can be eaten for a longer time.

Pickled pork is unhealthy and unpalatable if left for too long. Fu Wan also said that eating too much pickled food is not good either, but these ten pounds of meat cannot be put into the refrigerator at home.

Ever since Fu Wan bought a refrigerator last year, Ye Xiaocui has been very curious about it. She likes to stuff all kinds of things, such as pickled mud snails in chili sauce, into the refrigerator.

Ye Xiaocui was in a dilemma because her daughter didn't allow her to use salt to pickle the food.

"What should I do with this pork? Should I use it to make oil?"

Ye Xiaocui was also helpless. She never expected that one day she would be troubled by having too much meat to eat.

Fu Wan saw that there was a lot of fat in the bag of pork and immediately came up with an idea.

"Refine the fat and fry the remaining meat into meatballs. I'll help you chop the meat. Mom, I haven't eaten your fried meatballs in a long time!"

Come to think of it, the last time I ate fried meatballs was during Chinese New Year!

It was only after hearing Ye Xiaocui talk about the meatball soup they had eaten at noon that Fu Wan remembered fried meatballs.

Although they are both meatballs, the process of frying meatballs is much more complicated than that of making meatball soup.

It was rare that her own daughter wanted to eat it, so Ye Xiaocui did not hesitate and simply nodded in agreement.

The fried meatballs can be kept for a longer time. Fu Wan is quite good at chopping meat. Before long, a very overbearing meaty aroma wafted from the Fu family kitchen.

The villagers who were returning home with their cows and tools couldn't help but take a deep breath as they passed by. They were already hungry after working all afternoon, and the smell made their stomachs rumble like thunder.

"Sister Ye, hey, what's going on in your house that smells so good?"

Aunt Huang, who was familiar with Ye Xiaocui, couldn't help but ask when she passed by. Ye Xiaocui didn't hide it either. She picked up a few fried meatballs in a small bowl and took it out.

"Hey, here are the fried meatballs, girl, come and try one!"

"Hey, no, no, this is meat, just let me smell it, I'm too embarrassed to eat it!"

"Oh, look at what you said. Try some. I usually wouldn't buy so much meat, but Zhenhua is so honest. Thinking about my Awan saving Honghong, he bought so much meat early in the morning..."

Ye Xiaocui and Aunt Huang were chatting outside, and Fu Wan was not idle inside either. The meatballs had just been put into the oil pan, and she had to watch the fire to make sure the meatballs were not burnt!

No matter how embarrassed Aunt Huang was, she couldn't resist the deliciousness of the meatballs. With Ye Xiaocui persuasion, she wiped her hands and took one from the bowl.

I have to say that Ye Xiaocui is really good at making meatballs. The meatballs are just the right amount of saltiness, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Aunt Huang took a small bite and nodded repeatedly in praise, but she was reluctant to continue eating. Instead, she held it in her palm and continued talking to Ye Xiaocui.

As soon as Ye Xiaocui saw it, she knew that the man wanted to take it back home to feed his children.

So she stuffed two more into the basket. Aunt Huang couldn't refuse, so she left a handful of beans and a few eggplants in the basket before she was willing to take the two meatballs.

Hey, with these meatballs, I wonder how happy her grandchildren will be tonight!

Not only did the villagers passing by smell the fragrance of the Fu family's fried meatballs, but Fu Ling and Qin Mingzhu, who were playing kick-boxing with the children in the alley next door, were also overwhelmed by the aroma.

The two of them immediately didn't want to play anymore and ran back home in a hurry.

As soon as he entered the house, Fu Ling rushed into the kitchen.

"Mom, what does that smell? It smells so good!"

Fu Wan pointed to the yellow porcelain basin on the stove, "Fried meatballs!"

"Meatballs? That's great, let me try some!"

Fu Ling's saliva was about to flow down, and Fu Wan stopped her eager hand.

"Go wash your hands! They're as black as charcoal! If you eat later, you'll have diarrhea!"

"Hey, then I'm going to wash my hands!"

Fu Ling rushed out, and Qin Mingzhu was also washing her hands by the well.

She was a bit of a germaphobe, and without Fu Wan's reminder, she would wash her hands and feet thoroughly as soon as she came back from outside.

Seeing Fu Ling coming over, Qin Mingzhu handed her a small piece of soap, which was specially cut by Fu Wan for them to wash their hands.

Fu Ling took it and rubbed it roughly. After washing her hands, she hurriedly pulled Qin Mingzhu into the kitchen.

"Take the ones at the bottom, they're not hot. Try two first, and then take this bowl to Honghong's house next door."

While they were washing their hands, Fu Wan took out a bowl and filled it with fried meatballs.

Seeing this, Ye Xiaocui did not stop him, but nodded in agreement.

"We have to deliver it to them. This meat was bought by Zhenhua!"

Although his daughter saved Fu Honghong, as neighbors, Fu Zhenhua's family often looked after Ye Xiaocui and the others when Fu Wan and the others went out to sea.

Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, but only if there is give and take will close neighbors become closer.

Fu Ling picked up the meatballs and was about to run out, but Fu Wan called her back.

"Be careful not to fall. If Honghong's grandparents don't accept it, you know what to do, right?"

Fu Ling's eyes sparkled, "Hey, I know, I'll put it down and run."

Fu Wan couldn't help laughing when she heard that. Qin Mingzhu also smiled and added, "We have to tell them that if they don't accept us, we won't go to her house to play."