Gu Xiang was purely encountering Wuwang's disaster, but she didn't care. She could not have pleased everyone in the world.

On this day, Gu Xiang set up a stall to sell fifty stoves of meat, and finally managed to deal with the diners in the morning.

Jiang Zu watched from a distance, his teeth creaked, but the light from the corner of his eyes couldn't help but slip into Gu Xiang's stall.

His wife immediately slapped him fiercely: "If you don't work quickly, you will be in a daze every day."

Jiang Zu suddenly turned his head back, with a little resentment in his eyes.

Gu Xiang also looked up and glanced at her. Even though she was a little dull, she was keen and could not know. Lao Gou and the others had long felt that this "neighbor" was not right and were alert. However, after no sight at this time, Gu Xiang did not think too much, and was happy and relaxed.

Li Chengyu was sitting at the table and holding her and talking about gossip, but she couldn't tell the difference.

"Sanniang, you don't know how miserable I am!"

Gu Xiang smiled and blinked, looking at the little girl who was still trying to lose weight, and she moved a little. What, let's be compassionate.

Li Chengyu whimpered and cried: "I don't give this or that. Even the cats I have raised at home eat more than me, and I just eat less. At least I give some delicious food. They are all clear soup and watery. I wish I could live by eating wind and dew. I am not a fairy, but a living mortal. I can't live with some water. I have to eat meat, meat, and meat!"

Fu'er lowered her voice: "I ate you two large pieces of chicken yesterday. The chicken is also meat, which is less scented than mutton. Isn't that good?"

"Is that chicken?"

Li Chengyu pointed to the big chicken legs with smooth skin and tender skin in the jar on the dining table next to him, the root of the chicken wings, and the grease on it rolled down: "Look clearly, that's the chicken!"

At first glance, Li Chengyu wanted to rob.

The young woman eating next to her looked at her envious and jealous eyes and suddenly became more appetizing, and she couldn't help but lose some politeness. She took a bamboo stick and bit it down, and pulled off the tender chicken, not at all, it was tender and fragrant. She swallowed a few quickly and sighed unconsciously, obviously very satisfied.

Li Chengyu: "Yeah!"

Gu Xiang: "...Puff! Cough cough!"

When she saw Li Chengyu glaring at her, she blinked and smiled, "Don't worry, wait for me to make something you can eat."

"It's oily, fragrant, and a stronger taste. I'm not a rabbit. I don't like vegetables. I just want to eat meat. I like spicy and spicy!"

Gu Xiang listened to her nagging, thought for a while, and turned around and asked the old dog: "I remember you caught a black fish a few days ago, and it's quite fat?"

Old dog: "…"

He hesitated for a while, but he went back dejectedly and caught the black fish out of the water tank.

After the fish was retrieved, Sanniang took a look and said it was rare. It was suitable for frying, cooking and frying. He quickly raised the black fish in the water tank like his ancestors. The water used was all serious mountain spring water. According to Sanniang's instructions, he fed a little homemade rice wine every day, and the bait was carefully prepared.

Sanniang said that she would start killing for about three days, and today is exactly the third day.

The old dog had planned to make half of this whole black fish for Sanniang to stew, and the other half was made into fish balls.

The fish balls of my little lady are very good.

"Why!"

Now it seems that it is about to get into someone else's mouth.

Gu Xiang looked at the fish, killed the fish first, put it in a basin, and then brought out a jar of pickled vegetables. As soon as she opened the stock, she dug out a piece and smelled it.

As soon as the sour and spicy taste came out, Li Chengyu's mouth and tongue made saliva, and his eyes were about to stick to him: "Please give me a jar of sauerkraut?"

Gu Xiang laughed: "You girl's eyes are so sharp."

This is not the pickled cabbage bought in the mall, but it is not simple at all. It was a surprise to Gu Xiang when he ate it from a fellow villager's house. The fellow villager did not make a living by pickled cabbage, so he gave her some tricks.

The knowledge is very great, and you will definitely not pickle good vegetables by pickling them at will. First, you have to choose the right white syrup. Even the growth location is different, and the pickling tastes different. Gu Xiangguang chose the syrup more than twenty times when choosing the syrup.

She tried every step dozens of times, practiced for a while, and finally made fifty knives, only one-third of which could be used, and only three knives of Gu Xiang thought they were qualified.

Take out a handful of sauerkraut and cut it into it. Then, the black fish is boned and cut the fish into half-thick and not thick slices. Stir in the pot, throw it directly into the wine jar next to it and then take it out and throw it into the basin.

As soon as the fish entered the wine jar, the two diners next to them gasped.

Gu Xiang doesn't sell wine, but the gentlemen here are very concerned about it. They have been drinking for a few years, and they all smell the slightest smell of wine, and they can tell what kind of wine it is. Whether it is good or not is generally unattractive to ordinary wine.

The wines that the person in front of me often use are excellent.

The wine is not cheap nowadays. The government controls that it is not easy to brew just by wanting it. It is rare to make it well. In their opinion, if the wine used by the person in front of him is sold, it can be sold ten or a hundred times the price of her vegetable. But even such good wine is used to cook, and no one can listen to it.

I used to only use a little bit, but now I have to wash even the fish with wine. The wine that has been washed naturally has a scent of the wine, and even the wine smells good, it will still be bad.

The alcoholic diners were so sad that Gu Xiang had already taken the broth that had been boiled for countless days, fryed the sauerkraut and the auxiliary ingredients, and threw the fish into the stock pot directly.

The little chef there had already helped to make the fire. Gu Xiang glanced and nodded. The chili oil boiled there was getting denser and denser, and bubbles were bursting.

Gu Xiang pinched the time, but in the blink of an eye, he stirred a large spoon in the soup pot, and even sauerkraut, fish and meat, and a little soup into a large porcelain bowl. He picked up the pot of chili oil and rinsed it, and washed it from the top to the bottom.

All the fish opened one after another, dyed red layer by layer, and the fragrant, spicy and sour taste instantly burst out. There was such a sour and sour taste on half the street.

Many diners started to scream in their stomachs.

Li Chengyu was even more verbal and couldn't wait to pounce on Gu Xiang, looking at Gu Xiang with a gaze.

Gu Xiang laughed: "Wait a minute, don't be anxious."

She added another handful of vegetables, and boiled them in the broth until they were half cooked, and took them out and covered them on the pickled fish. Finally, she had someone serve a small bowl of rice. It was only two or three taels, so she slowly pushed it to Li Chengyu.

Li Chengyu sniffed, took a deep breath, and his eyes were dizzy when he was intoxicated: "It smells so good."

The old dog stared at it tightly. The fish slices were neither thin nor thick, transparent, red, very delicate and beautiful, and you could see the soup flowing inside.

When Li Chengyu sipped, he became terrified. A few tears rolled out, and he ate while crying: "I want to eat a pot!"

Old dog: "…"

Gu Xiang smiled so hard that he blinked and said to the old dog in a low voice: "Don't worry, she can't eat a pot, wait for the rest of her brothers to get a share."

The old dog was at ease. Just as he was about to defend himself and regain his image of being too greedy, he heard a loud shout from the side: "What the hell is this? Are you going to kill someone?"

With a clang, a jar fell into the soup pot. When the pot tilted, the soup poured out with fish and fell to the ground with crackling sound.
Chapter completed!