Taking away my family's luck? I won't stand it!

But when she thought about her son disliking the food she cooked, she became angry.

"Isn't it just slicing it into pieces? I can do that too!"

As he spoke, he grabbed a big fish from the bucket, cut open its belly and took out its internal organs, then began to fillet the fish with nimble hands and feet.

The village chief's son squatted on the ground, watching his mother filleting fish with anticipation, his mouth drooling.

Pickled fish, sour and spicy pickled fish.

"Mom, remember to add chili peppers and peppercorns, otherwise it won't taste good." The village chief's son recalled eating pickled fish at Yuan's house and instructed his mother.

The village chief's wife glared at her son in anger and said, "I know, it's just pickled fish, it's so simple."

When the prepared pickled fish was brought out of the kitchen, the village chief's son couldn't wait to pick up a piece with his chopsticks and eat it.

"How is it? Does it taste okay?"

The village chief's son tasted it carefully. It was spicy, but a little too sour. Fortunately, the fish was not fishy and was particularly fresh and sweet.

He nodded reluctantly and said, "It's okay, edible."

The village chief's wife was furious. "I made it for you, and you're commenting on it."

"Mom, you asked me how it tasted. It was just average, too sour. If you don't believe me, try it. Luckily, the fish was fresh, so I didn't waste the fish and the pickled vegetables."

"It's really average." The village chief took a piece and tasted it, then glanced at his son. "Your mother worked so hard to make pickled fish for the first time, and it tastes really good. After dinner, have your mother go to the Yuan family to learn from them and try to make you delicious pickled fish."

The village chief's wife smiled and nodded. She must have known her own limitations. The second daughter-in-law of the Yuan family was the proprietress and cook of Qingshuilou, so her cooking skills were naturally impeccable.

The Yuan family also had pickled fish today.

The pickled fish was made by Ye Wan, with great color, aroma and taste.

Shen Chulan and I are sisters-in-law. Having been together for so long, I have naturally learned some of the true secrets of these foods.

In addition to pickled fish, Ye Wan also made chopped pepper fish head, fish slices in tomato soup, and turtle stewed with old hen.

A few meat dishes were fried and filled the table.

Fang Weihong and Fang Zhaochen also had dinner at Yuan's house.

They have never eaten pickled fish or chopped pepper fish head.

Seeing that the Yuan family was eating with such delicious food on their faces that they were reluctant to say a word, Fang Weihong picked up a piece of fish and ate it.

As soon as I put it in my mouth, I was instantly stimulated by the fresh, spicy and hot taste.

It is fragrant, numb, spicy and sour, and especially delicious.

"This fish is delicious." Fang Weihong couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Old Lady Liu nodded proudly, "Of course, my eldest daughter-in-law's cooking skills were taught by my second daughter-in-law, so naturally it's delicious."

"It turns out that the proprietress of Qingshuilou taught me this." Fang Weihong nodded.

No wonder it tastes so good.

Yaoyao kept her head down while eating pickled fish and chopped pepper fish head, and her mouth turned red from the spiciness.

He held the boiled water and kept pouring it into his mouth.

When Old Lady Liu saw this, she immediately stopped him, "Yaoyao, this pickled fish is too spicy, don't eat it. Your aunt made you a fish in tomato soup, it's sour and sweet and delicious, come and try it."

"No." Yaoyao shook her head, a look of rejection on her face.

She doesn't want to eat fish in tomato soup when there is spicy pickled fish.

no taste.

Guoan spit out a mouthful of oil, "Grandma, Yaoyao likes spicy food, don't you know?"

"I know you can't eat it like that," said Mrs. Liu helplessly. "Eat a few more slices at most, or I'll spank you."

After hearing this, Yaoyao quickly put some pickled fish into the bowl and took out a piece with her chopsticks.

If you look closely, you will see another piece sandwiched behind it.

While eating, he observed whether Old Lady Liu noticed anything.

After picking up a few pieces with chopsticks, Old Lady Liu moved the pickled fish away from her.

Fang Zhaochen looked at the dishes on the table with disdain and said, "Dad, I don't want to eat these dishes. I want to eat the dishes from Qingshuilou in town."

"What a coincidence, Qingshuilou belongs to us." Guoan raised his head from his bowl with a proud look on his face.

Fang Zhaochen's face froze, and he looked up at Fang Weihong in disbelief.

"Yeah." Fang Weihong nodded lightly, and picked up a piece of pickled fish and put it into his mouth with a normal expression.

"I don't believe it!" Fang Zhaochen threw down his chopsticks and ran away.

Yuan Lao Er looked up in the direction Fang Zhaochen left and asked, "Aren't you going to chase your son back?"

"No need, there are servants watching him." Fang Weihong said, "Old man, come, let's have a drink."

Old man Yuan picked up the wine glass on the table and clinked glasses with Fang Weihong.

After Yaoyao couldn’t eat pickled fish, she switched to stewing turtle with old hen.

My eyes are squinting from eating.

My belly is round from eating so much.

Seeing that Yaoyao was full, Old Lady Liu took her for a walk in the yard to help digest the food.

I was very worried, fearing that my precious granddaughter would have overeaten.

Ye Wan had just finished clearing away the dishes when people from the village came over one after another, carrying things and saying they wanted to learn how to make pickled fish from the Yuan family.

Today, all the children in the village caught a lot of fish and were clamoring to eat pickled fish.

The parents did it according to their children's wishes, but the children all looked disgusted.

They could have made steamed fish or braised fish, but the children at home said they didn’t want to eat that flavor.

They had no choice but to shamelessly come to the Yuan family to teach them some cooking skills.

Otherwise, so many fish will be wasted.

Old Mrs. Liu looked a little embarrassed. Pickled fish was Shen Chulan's specialty. If the villagers learned it, wouldn't the dish in Qingshui Tower lose its appeal in the future?

She said that these matters should be discussed with her second daughter-in-law, and it was not her decision.

The villagers are also sensible people. They all know that Qingshuilou in the town belongs to the Yuan family, so they do need to consider teaching cooking skills.

He put down his things to show that everything was fine and they understood. Then he took his sickle and shouldered his load to go to the fields to harvest rice.

The Yuan family spent the entire afternoon in the fields. Although they hired people to harvest, they still had to keep an eye on them to avoid harvesting from the wrong people.

When Shen Chulan came back in the evening, Old Lady Liu told her that the villagers said at noon that they wanted to learn how to make pickled fish.

Shen Chulan and Yuan Laosi were indeed a little surprised after hearing this.

After all, they will be putting the pickled fish dish on the menu soon.

The villagers said that learning how to cook pickled fish was really difficult for them.

"Are you going to order the pickled fish dish at Qingshui Tower?" Old Lady Liu guessed it from the expressions of Shen Chulan and Yuan Laosi.

"Ah."

Old Lady Liu waved her hand and said, "It's okay. I'll talk to the villagers tomorrow and tell them that I won't be passing on my craft."

Yaoyao took a bite of the braised fish and looked up at Shen Chulan.

"Mom, can pickled fish teach him to be boring?"

Shen Chulan was puzzled, "Why?"

"They've already tried to make and eat pickled fish. Sooner or later they'll be able to make delicious pickled fish. Why don't we teach them?"

Come to think of it, that's true.