Little Life on An American Ranch

  Chapter 369 Fried Fish

  Backed to his own house, Jian Heng went to the kitchen to see how his parents' meal was going. Originally, Jian Heng just wanted to say a few words, but he saw Mai Mai eating in the kitchen.

Seeing Jian Heng approaching, Mai Mai swallowed the food subconsciously, so she was in a hurry to eat. When she was busy swallowing it, she didn't notice that the food was quite hot. Hot wheat He was bouncing around in the kitchen and panting for breath.

   "If you have nothing to do, why are you bluffing Maimai?"

  Seeing that the wheat was scalded like this by the food, Sun Xiuying yelled at the son at the door very dissatisfied, and then stretched out her hand to pat the wheat on the back.

   "Eat slowly and no one will grab it".

   After finishing speaking, I realized that my daughter-in-law-to-be is an American, so I held back another sentence for a long time: "OK?"

  Jian Heng said at this time: "You're ok, you said I was wronged or not. When I entered the door, I didn't say a word, but you nagged me, whoever I provoked me!"

  Sun Xiuying couldn't be polite to her son, she opened her mouth and said, "It's okay to go into the kitchen at this time, look at scalding the wheat. Son, it's hot, eat it slowly, it's still quite hot."

  The last sentence was not directed at Jian Heng, but at Mai Mai.

   When Jian Heng heard it, he felt that he had to have the power of prophecy when he entered the kitchen. If it didn't suit him, he wouldn't come in!

  Wheat finally cooled the hot food, swallowed it down his throat, and then kept gesturing OK to Sun Xiuying.

   "How old are you and still stealing food in the kitchen?" Jian Heng said to Mai.

While talking, Jian Heng glanced at the operating table in the kitchen. When he came in, he didn't notice what his mother was doing, but it must be pretty good from the appearance of wheat, so Jian Heng also wanted to satisfy his hunger. Get something to pad your belly before eating.

   Before Jian Heng could see what it was, the little girl Ning Ning came out with a bunch of things behind her. Her mouth was greasy from the corners of her ears to the bottom of her ears, and there were still golden crumbs hanging from the corners of her mouth on both sides.

   "Mom, I want two more!"

"While you were going, you ate it by yourself and brought these things to eat. Now you have fried five or six sticks and you have wrapped them all by yourself. Whether others will eat them or not, your sister-in-law Damai hasn't come back yet." Sun Xiuying saw her home My daughter is angry, now this little thing eats five and six for food, a half-grown bear and a sub-adult lion, who can feed these two big bellies in one pot on an ordinary stove.

Ning Ning pursed her lips, put the stainless steel basin in her hand on the operating table on tiptoe, and then walked out of the kitchen with Pooh, Instant Noodles, Black Tiger and Denver. The little girl turned around like a large army, Immediately, I felt that the air in the kitchen was much thicker.

   Just like that, the little girl kept nagging: "If you don't give it, you won't give it, and you're so fierce!"

As soon as Jian Heng saw his mother move away, he finally knew what his old mother made. In Jian Heng's hometown, this thing was called fried fish, so he wrapped a crucian carp or other small fish the size of an adult's palm in a wrap and put it on. The salted batter is fried in a frying pan. After the noodles are fried until golden brown, the fish bones will be crispy and the fish will be cooked naturally.

To make fried fish, the fish must be fresh, and you must also use lake fish, preferably wild fish, because the lake fish is fresh, and the outer dough wrap locks the water on the fish, so the fried fish is burnt on the outside and inside. Tender, delicious and crispy.

  There is a lake next to it, and with the silver carp, the freshness of the fish is naturally guaranteed, but what makes Jian Heng feel a little strange is how they caught such a large fish without him.

   "It's very delicious, I never thought that fish can be eaten like this!" Whispering his fingers, Xiao Mai waited eagerly for the next fish.

  Americans have always had a soft spot for fried food. Now that the lake fried fish comes out, they think it is the Chinese improved American fried chicken. What is Guan Jian? The bones of fried chicken can't be chewed. This kind of Chinese-style fried fish has a bit of chewy bone and meat. It has a very unique taste.

   "I've eaten one, do you still want to eat?" Jian Heng saw the fish in the pot and guessed the size of the fish on the wheat, fearing that she ate too much and would not be able to eat later.

  Mai Mai didn't even look at Jian Heng, and continued to look at the pot: "I only ate one piece of fish just now."

  Sun Xiuying picked up a fish here, put it in a colander to control the oil, and then wrapped another fish and put it in the pot. This fish went into the pot, and there was another one over there.

  While working, Sun Xiuying said to Jian Heng: "I ate a little bit of wheat just now, and I ate the rest. This silly girl doesn't like to eat fish heads."

The fish meat of fried fish is delicious, but for those who can eat it, or put it this way, they think they will eat it, they must eat the fish head, because there is fish brain in the fish head, and the outside is burnt yellow and salty. The dough, served with the extremely fresh fish brain, is the best.

  Of course, when most people start eating, they will look like wheat, focusing on meat bites.

Jian Heng said to Mai Mai: "This fish needs to eat the fish head. After biting off half of the fish head, **** the fish brain with your mouth, and then eat it like this with the hot air and the cut fish head. That is the most authentic way to eat. Just eat Fish body, that level is a bit low."

   While Jian Heng was teaching Mai Mai how to eat fried fish, Jian Zhenhua walked into the kitchen beaming, holding a basket in his hand.

  As soon as he saw his father's appearance, Jian Heng understood how the fried fish meal at home came about today.

"Look, I got a dozen more, each of which weighs more than a catty, and it's perfect for fried fried fish." Jian Zhenhua uncovered the basket as if asking for credit, and put it in front of Sun Xiuying for his wife to take a look at. , the expression on his face is as vivid as a child who has done something good and is waiting to be praised.

  Sun Xiuying raised her head, stretched her head to take a look, and then said in a somewhat coping manner: "That's right, let's kill the fish!"

  Jian Zhenhua happily went to the kitchen faucet to kill fish when he heard it.

  While watching Jian Zhenhua busy, she turned to Jian Heng and asked, "Are all Chinese families like this?"

   "How is it?" Jian Heng was a little clueless when she asked her.

  Wheat said: "In this way of getting along, men have good cooking skills?"

   "It's about the same, but it seems that the men in the south are better at doing housework, and the men in the north may be similar, anyway, there is a difference," Jian Heng said casually.

   "They look so happy!" Mai Mai looked at Jian Zhenhua and his wife, who were happily busy with their own work, and said enviously.

   "Happiness is the same, and unhappiness has its own unhappiness," Jian Heng said with a smile.

   In Jian Heng’s view, American men also have the characteristics of American men. American men can do everything. After finding it, it is almost equivalent to finding a maintenance worker, carpenter, and barbecue master.

  The so-called happiness does not have only one standard. Jian Heng has seen couples who are noisy every day, and live to the end.

Every couple has their own suitable way of getting along. As long as everyone adapts to each other, they are like two gears that just came out. After life wears off their respective burrs, and then there is some lubricant, then this life will be fine. Went down smoothly.

   "You cook almost every day, don't you think we know nothing?" Mai asked again.

Jian Heng was stunned for a moment, he really hadn't thought about this question, so he replied directly: "I really haven't thought about this question, in my opinion, if I have time, I will cook the meal, just It’s so simple, there’s no need to say that.”

   "We are so lucky! I hope we can be like them in the future, decades old and have the enthusiasm for life and partners." Mai Mai suddenly said with emotion.

  At this moment, Jian Heng felt that something was wrong with Mai Mai, so he asked in a low voice, "Why did you suddenly think of saying this?"

  Wheat shrugged: "My mom called me in the morning and said she wanted to separate from my dad for a while!"

   "What do you say?" Jian Heng subconsciously asked.

  Wheat said: "They didn't ask for our opinion, but informed us that they separated and might want a divorce in the future."

   Hiss! When Jian Heng heard this, he remembered that they were all Americans. They would notify them of marriage and divorce if they wanted to, and if they didn't want to notify them, they would do it themselves. In their view, whether it was marriage or divorce, it was the two of them. Things have nothing to do with children.

  Of course, divorce in the United States is also a big battle, especially for wealthy families like the McAvoy family. If there is no prenuptial agreement, the identification and division of property are very troublesome.

   What Maimai said next sent a chill down Jian Heng's spine.

   "My mother said she would come here to see us and stay with us for a while".

   Immediately, Jian Heng became petrified, and after recovering, he cheered himself up: "What are you thinking, this is the United States, and it's not the mother-in-law in China, it's God!

   "Then let her come when it's convenient. Anyway, there are rooms in the house, so it's good to let her come and relax." Jian Heng smiled at Mai Mai and said.

  Wheat looked at Jian Heng's expression: "You are very reluctant!"

"It's not forced, but I feel a little uncomfortable when I hear that I want to see your mother. You must know that this is a big event. If it is placed on the Chinese side, it will almost be the key factor that determines whether a good thing will come true." Jian Heng He let out a long breath as he spoke, pretending to relieve his tension.

  Wheat listened and said: "My mother is very good, a very gentle person."

   Jian Heng listened and smiled. Most people think that their mothers are gentle and kind, but most of the time this kindness is for their own children, not necessarily for other people.

  (end of this chapter)