The poor man and his rich man

At such a young age, Mi Hao has never seen such a frenzied killing of a fish.

"Ah! It flew away!"

"This way baby! Over here! Ya!"

After Mi Hao solved the problem and washed his hands, when he got out of the toilet, he saw a flying fish coming straight towards him.

"Boss Mi!"

Mi Hao squeezed it.

This lively grass carp fluttered several times in Mi Hao's hands, and then was pinched and slapped on the chopping board.

fainted.

"If you don't mind, I'll come."

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Mi Hao disemboweled the guts in two or three strokes, scraped off the fish scales to remove the fishy lines.

He moved nimbly, turned his head to look at Luobo Lake and Luo's father looked at him with admiration.

"Boss Mi, you are amazing!"

"Please, young man." Father Luo hurried over to take the kitchen knife, "I'll just do it myself later."

Then Mi Hao watched helplessly as Luo's father threw the freshly processed whole fish into the pot, added water and planned to light the fire.

"Uncle, what are you doing?"

Luo's father looked serious.

"Make boiled fish."

"Boiled fish?"

Mi Hao was speechless, boiled fish should be boiled in dry water?

Shock.

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"Whoever will marry you after Xiao Mi will be so happy!"

Four or ten minutes later, Mi Hao sat at the dining table with Luo's father and son.

"You flatter me."

In the end, he borrowed a toilet to cook a meal for someone else's house?

Who is he to talk to.

it's wired.