My little country wife whom I haven't seen for eight years has come to join the army

Although she was touched that Lu Qinchuan still remembered that she liked to eat fish, that was just the original owner's preference.

Luancheng is located inland and only produces freshwater river fish, such as carp, crucian carp, black carp, etc. Zhou Ruoyu grew up by the sea and doesn't like the faint earthy smell of freshwater fish. Therefore, Lu Qinchuan remembered her love of eating fish. In the final analysis, it was like flattery that hit the horse's hoof.

But no matter what the reason was, Zhou Ruoyu had to accept this. Looking at a big black fish as strong as a man's arm going crazy stubbornly in the basin, Zhou Ruoyu felt dizzy and had to find a way to kill it.

"Let me clean up," Lu Qinchuan walked over with his sleeves rolled up. "Mom said you're not very good at this. Let me do it."

As he said this, he picked up the kitchen knife, killed the fish in a few strokes, and cleaned it up.

Zhou Ruoyu curled her lips in dissatisfaction: "Although Mom doesn't ask me to do those things, I have learned it by watching others do it. Today, you helped me speak up, so this meal is my thank you."

As he spoke, he began to push Lu Qinchuan out. Lu Qinchuan raised his hands high and smiled helplessly: "Okay, okay, you do it, you do it, I'll help you light the fire, okay?"

Zhou Ruoyu looked around and found that the daily necessities she had just bought from the supply and marketing cooperative were quite complete. Since she had bought the firm black fish, she decided to make a boiled fish.

Boiled fish is a Sichuan and Chongqing cuisine. Transportation was inconvenient in those days, and I guess people in Luancheng had never eaten it before. It was a good opportunity for him to try something new.

When killing the fish, Lu Qinchuan had already sharpened the kitchen knife. It was very sharp and he could use it to fillet the fish with ease.

The reason why Zhou Ruoyu was able to hold a senior management position at such a young age is that she has a never-give-up spirit in her bones. This spirit is reflected in her study, work, and life. As long as she wants to do something, she will find a way to do it to the best of her ability.

Of course, cooking is even more so. After all, you are going to eat it yourself, so you have to make it to your satisfaction.

Zhou Ruoyu's knife quickly filled a large plate with slices of fish of even thickness. He added various seasonings and marinated them aside, then started to fry the base ingredients. With the addition of chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns, the aroma of oil and paste filled the kitchen.

Lu Qinchuan sniffed and felt that he had never smelled such a smell before. It was really fragrant.

Looking at Zhou Ruoyu's nimble movements, he recalled a sentence Wang Guizhen had told him before she left: "Xiaoyu is six years younger than you, and Mom has never let her do anything. To put it bluntly, she can't do anything.

You should take more responsibility for everything. All the men in our Lu family love their wives, and I believe you will be no different."

Is his mother serious? At least it takes at least three to five years to master the cooking style. But soon his doubts were covered by the stronger aroma of garlic and chili. A spoonful of hot oil was poured on the fish fillet covered with bean sprouts and rapeseed cores, and the aroma instantly filled his nose.

"Take it away." Zhou Ruoyu ordered while holding a shovel in one hand and supporting her waist with the other.

The fish head after being filleted is a good thing and should never be wasted. It can be used to stew tofu and become a famous dish with excellent taste.

Since Lu Qinchuan didn't usually cook at home, there was no refined rice, only a small bag of cornmeal. This didn't bother the foodie Zhou Ruoyu, who placed a circle of cornmeal pancakes next to the stewed fish head and tofu pot.

It's time for dinner. On the table there is a small pot of boiled fish, a plate of fish head tofu, and a plate of large pot pancakes. With just these dishes, it's hard not to have an appetite.

This was the most satisfying meal Zhou Ruoyu had ever had in this life. Although the ingredients were simple and absolutely natural, they were all made according to her own preferences, so the taste was naturally the best.

Similarly, this was also the most different meal Lu Qinchuan had ever eaten in his life. The spicy taste of the boiled fish stimulated his taste buds and sweat glands. The cornmeal pancakes that were served with the fish pot tofu tasted different and were particularly tasty.

The two of them were sweating profusely as they ate. Lu Qinchuan, a soldier by trade, was a good eater. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he devoured the food like a whirlwind. Zhou Ruoyu even burped.

Although it was a time of food and clothing shortages, relying on Lu Qinchuan as a big tree, life did not seem as difficult as imagined. It seemed that my bet was right.

The next step is to start a career, but seeing the two young men acting suspiciously today, she really doesn't dare to rashly get involved in that industry. It's too easy for the big tree that provides her with shade to fall, so she'd better observe first.

As she thought silently, she opened all the windows and doors to ventilate. The Lu family courtyard, which had never been heated, was filled with a strong smell of cooking fumes, and she had to let the smell out.

I've been busy in the kitchen for a long time, and my head and body are also smelling of cooking fumes: "The smell is too strong, I'll go wash it, you just put the dishes in the sink, I'll wash them in a while."

"Yeah." Lu Qinchuan responded sullenly. He had never tried this kind of spicy Sichuan and Chongqing style, and he never stopped sweating. Seeing Zhou Ruoyu go to the bathroom to take a shower, he simply took off his shirt and only wore a tank top.

"Hey, Lao Lu, what's wrong with you? Why are you sweating so much?"

At some point, Captain Zhu and his wife from the next yard came in with a snakeskin bag half filled with potatoes. After putting down the bag, Captain Zhu asked Lu Qinchuan in surprise.

Zhou Shufen looked around: "Where's my sister?"

"It was her first time cooking, and the house and her body smelled, so she went to take a shower."

Captain Zhu smiled slyly, "Come on, we're both men, newlyweds, so it's normal for us to lose control. Oh, look at how much sweat we're sweating."

Lu Qinchuan's face flushed instantly. With Zhou Shufen around, it was hard to say anything else, so he explained dryly, "Really, it's just that I cooked and there was a lot of fumes."

The couple remained calm, looked at each other, and smiled meaningfully: People who have been through this understand!

"I saw you two go to the supply and marketing cooperative this morning. If you cook, keep this half bag of potatoes for yourself. It's a home-cooked meal, and you can't live without it."

Zhou Shufen looked towards the bathroom where the water was running, pulled her husband out, and smiled with pursed lips: "This girl is really particular. It's enough to just wipe it after the job, but she still has to wash it..."

Lu Qinchuan, who was at a loss with his hands outstretched, became even redder in the face, almost bleeding. He had done nothing, but in the eyes of these weird neighbors he was like a pervert who was indulging in lust in broad daylight.

The sound of the bath water made Zhou Ruoyu unable to hear anything outside. After washing, the smell of sweat and oil smoke was gone, which was particularly comfortable in this late summer and early autumn weather.

She changed into her red dress with white floral patterns and walked out looking fresh and clean. As she walked, she wiped her long hair that fell past her shoulders with a towel. Her thick black hair made her small face look even more delicate. The dress, which was one size larger than the one she wore at the supply and marketing cooperative, perfectly outlined her charming curves.

Lu Qinchuan swallowed hard. His wife was so beautiful!