Old Master Ao Zhibing was open-minded. After hearing his words, Ao Muyang couldn't help but give a thumbs up and said, "Grandpa Bing, you're so bold. This is what our fishermen should have!"

Regarding his evaluation, Ao Zhibing laughed at the meeting: "What kind of heroism is this? What kind of mind is it? Originally, the things belong to someone else. If someone accidentally gives them to me, can I really accept them as my own? Just like picking up someone's wallet on the road, can't you pay them back?"

Ao Muyang nodded and said, "Yes, that's it."

He put away the beeswax. He said that Ao Zhiman would accept this piece of beeswax. It is logically valuable, but as he soaked in a pickle jar, the smell is really pungent.

The smelly molecule of this pickle is also domineering. It can actually pass through the stone layer and enter the beeswax. Ao Muyang sniffed it, and he estimated that the smell had entered the core position of the beeswax.

Zhong Cang also sniffed, and then smiled and said, "How about we don't have to cook tonight, steam steamed buns and rub them on the beeswax. I think we can have the meal."

Ao Muyang waved his hands repeatedly: "Stop talking, there is a picture in his mind."

He went to wash the pickled vegetables, cut them into shreds and soaked them, and changed them three times in a row.

The lump was pickled for a long time, and there was a lot of salt in it. When I washed it for the first time, Lao Ao licked it on his tongue with his hand dipped it in water, and then the salty taste on his tongue continued for a while.

When the pork oil was put into the pan, as the fire grew, the fragrance of lard soon spread. He poured out some lard and started to add pork belly.

Stir-fry the pork belly for a few minutes, the oil in the pot was more and the slices of meat were fried golden. Lao Ao stirred two pieces with a shovel and blew them into his mouth. The aroma of the oil residue was incomparable!

Put the pepper and star anise into the pot, put the green onion, ginger and garlic into the pot, and finally put the pickles into the pot.

He was confident in his craftsmanship and fryed half a pot of pickles. Except for the meal at night, the rest could be kept for the old man to drink.

It’s all salty, but it’s different to stir-fried salted bamboo shoots. This one is salty and fresh, which is more suitable for drinking the whole day.

The few people on the island are not particular about people, so they need to be happy together, so Ao Muyang mainly cooks in quantity, and does not make any fancy tricks.

In addition to these two dishes, there must be main courses. Before I ate the mutton I sent last time, Lao Ao added potatoes and carrots, and then came to a pressure cooker to stew the mutton. The pot of mutton was stewed sour. After the pot was opened, the smell of mutton was filled with the wind.

Stewed lamb and made hard dishes. In addition, he also fried peanuts, fried fungus, and mixed cold dishes such as Wanneng. The meal was still hearty at night.

Today it is very windy during the day, and the wind stops at night. As long as there is no wind, the island in the middle of the ocean will be more comfortable. Because the sea water is more heat-saving, the cooling rate is slower and it is not much colder in the evening than in the afternoon.

In this way, Ao Muyang simply directed the Heilong to move the dining table out, and the five people sat in small stools facing the sea, with fresh fish and meat smelling.

Ao Zhibing was a little puzzled and asked, "Boss, this is not summer yet, why are you going to eat outside? Isn't it warm in the house?"

Ao Muyang said: "I was sweating when I ate in the house yesterday. Today I went outside."

"That's because I had fish hotpot yesterday."

Indeed, Ao Muyang decided to go out for dinner today because of the sky. At this time, the sun was about to set in the west. The sky was burning in the west, and the whole sea was burning and the sea water was rippling, just like his favorite orange water when he was a child.

When he was a child, when he first drank orange water, he had a dream when he went home at night, dreaming that the sea water turned into orange water...

After the sun sets, the clean sky gradually adds stars, and colorful stars are deployed in the dark night sky, with pleats shining brightly.

Old Master Ao Zhibing poured a glass of sweet potato and roasted pork, drank a bite of wine and ate a bite of lard and stir-fried pickles. He suddenly felt that life was beautiful, so he went back to get the wine bottle and filled the wine glass.

"The food is fragrant now, I have to drink more tonight." The old man said, smacking his mouth.

Ao Muyang took a bite of eel meat and stir-fried salted bamboo shoots. The bamboo shoots were salty and crispy, the fish meat was tender and fresh, and with chili peppers from it, this dish was very appetizing.

But after all, it was the eel meat that died after laying eggs. It tasted worse than the fresh eel meat he used before. Fortunately, it was good to use it to drink.

The searchlight at the door of the stone house shines brightly on the ground in front, and the generator rumbling in the distance, continuously supplying electricity.

Ao Muyang felt a little noisy, and while eating, he said, "I will install a few solar panels on the island. There are not many electricity places on the island, so this panel is enough, and that thing is quiet."

Ao Zhibing waved his hand and said, "Hey, there is no need, boss, don't spend this money. Now there is no wind, and you can't hear its sound. If there is wind, you can't hear it, and the sound of the waves will suppress it."

Zhong Cang also said: "Yes, boss, you don't have to spend this money. It's better to install a wind turbine than to install solar panels. Just that kind of steel windmill, the wind energy on the island is very developed."

"How about using that tidal energy. The waves here are very large and the tidal energy is also abundant." Wang Xia participated in the discussion.

Ao Muyang said: "Everything is installed. In a few days, I will find a boat to send some trees to the island. I will always be able to contract this island. When I get older, I will come to enjoy my old age. Now the village is in trouble, and it is still comfortable on the island."

Indeed, there are too many tourists in the village. If there are too many tourists, the small fishing village cannot be kept quiet. He began to decide to stay in the village, but was attracted by the peaceful and peaceful life in the village.

But he couldn't just care about his own comfort. The village's economic conditions were too poor before. The villagers either went to the city to work hard or went to sea to make a living. In this way, they could earn money to support their families. Therefore, he firmly supported the development of tourism and driving the village economy.

He was on a whim at that time when contracting the brick island. Now it is necessary. Not only can there be a warm current to feed some special fish, shrimps and crabs, but he can clean up the island in the future and also make a retirement place.

The scenery on the island is not good now. Apart from a little wild flowers and grass, it is full of exposed reefs and soil. It still has a long way to go to become a livable island in Ao Muyang's mind.

Longing for the happy life of being the island owner in the future, Lao Ao was excited. Taking advantage of this energy, he also had to cook sweet potatoes for the rest of his life, and then started to cook pickles and drink sweet potatoes in one bite.

This glass of wine was really strong enough. He had already drunk it slowly, but after drinking it, he still felt like the world was shaking. Old Master Ao Zhibing had a huge amount. He was completely fine. After drinking a large glass of wine, he twisted peanuts and shook his head and sang "The Blue-faced Douldon Stealing the Royal Horse"...
Chapter completed!