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1397. Bamboo Shrimp Paste (2)

The same thing is said, wealth is in the deep mountains and has distant relatives.

Seeing Ao Muyang asking for white shrimps, other villagers who were packing the fishing nets came over with buckets.

Ao Muyang repeatedly said that enough was enough, but everyone didn't care and they must give him some shrimp. The posture was quite like giving gifts by iron hand, and it wouldn't be possible if they didn't accept it!

When he got home, Lu Zhizi, who was squeezing pine nuts for the little monkey, was startled: "What are you doing? Why are you back after getting so many shrimps? Are you going to have a full shrimp feast?"

Ao Muyang smiled bitterly and said, "It's hard to refuse the kindness."

The two of them had a deep understanding. With just one sentence, Lu Zhizi understood what he meant: "It's not the New Year yet, have you accepted the gift?"

Ao Muyang said listlessly: "I have had a dream of corrupt officials since I was a child, but I never thought that the gift I received after becoming an official was the white shrimps in the lake."

He took out a whole bucket of white shrimps and washed them with water.

After smelling the fresh sweetness of the shrimp, the head of state was interested and slapped it on the edge of the basin and looked curiously. The concubine with her baby was about to give birth and needed nutrition.

Freshwater crabs are rich in protein and calcium ingredients. The head of state knows that this thing is good for both mothers and baby dolls.

Ao Muyang grabbed a handful and put it into its rice bowl. Lang Er had a proud face and wanted to chew it, but he was hit by a claw. Fortunately, it was quick to dodge, otherwise it would have to be a scarred face.

The head of state was a little uncomfortable with Lao Ao's generousness for a moment, staring at him with round, fluffy, and chubby head.

Lao Ao didn't care about it. He cleaned the shrimps and dried them for a while. After controlling the moisture, he supported a large iron pot in the yard. He poured oil into the pot and put the shrimps in and stir-fry them hard.

The shrimps quickly turned from white to red, from red to dark red, and the rich umami flavor spread everywhere. The chickens, ducks and geese in the yard stretched their necks and kept getting excited.

The chickens, ducks and geese were not locked up. When they found the shrimps in the iron pot, they flocked to them.

Lang Er followed the troubled waters and got in. Lao Ao caught it and beat it up. He was so scared that he ran away with a jump.

Li Ji came to him and saw him beating Lang Er and asked, "What's the trouble with this naughty child?"

Ao Muyang said: "No, I'm shaking the mountain and shaking the tiger."

After a while, the chickens, ducks and geese surrounded him again. This time, Lang Er hid in the corner, but Lao Ao took it out and slapped it in the butt.

Li Ji was confused: "What's wrong with it?"

Ao Muyang said, "This is called killing a chicken to warn the monkey!"

When the chicken, duck and geese were about to surround him for the third time, Lang Er suddenly became anxious. It opened its mouth and rushed into the flock of chicken, duck and geese, biting its claws and slapped it, and drove the chicken, duck and geese away.

Li Ji was stunned and said, "This is called analogy."

Ao Muyang couldn't help laughing, and he asked, "Teacher Li, is there anything you need to come to me after you click this?"

Li Ji waved his hand and said, "You cook first, you cook first."

Ao Muyang added the fried shrimps to water, then turned off the heat and simmered them. At this time, he wiped his hands and said, "It's okay, Teacher Li, you talk about it first."

Li Ji was silent for a moment and said, "Why are I here to look for you? Don't you know what to do?"

Ao Muyang continued to cook with his head down, but he had to make a lot of shrimp paste tonight.

The shrimps were simmering on low heat, and he used a kitchen pot to stir-fry some onions, garlic, crumbled celery, crumbled carrots and other vegetables. They were also stir-frying, and after the aroma came out, he added water and simmered on low heat.

During this period, he added water several times. The shrimps were cooked for half an hour and the vegetables were chopped for more than twenty minutes. Finally, the shrimps were cooked and the vegetables were crushed.

At this point, he combined the shrimp paste and vegetable soup into one, and began to sprinkle a lot of salt in it. After mixing and boiling for five minutes, he took out a net bag and scooped out some uncooked shrimp shells. The rest was the shrimp paste made by the fisherman.

It was not over at this time. There were some bamboo tubes in his yard. This was originally sent by Ao Jinfu to make bamboo tube rice for him. He poured shrimp paste into the bamboo tube and put it in the steamer for more than ten minutes.

Turn off the heat and cooled down. He opened a bamboo tube and scooped some shrimp paste with a spoon and tasted it. It was full of umami, slightly fragrant and sweet, and had the fresh taste of bamboo. Of course, the fishy smell of shrimp paste is indispensable.

Li Ji asked, "Are you making shrimp paste?"

Ao Muyang said: "Yes, Teacher Li, don't be polite. I'll find a bottle later and fill it with a bottle for you."

Li Ji smiled and said, "How can you be so embarrassed? It's fine if I eat here, but I have to pack it and take it away? By the way, when I entered the door just now, I saw a small plastic bucket in the living room, which is quite clean. Why don't you use that bucket for me?"

Ao Muyang looked at him in shock and asked, "Little plastic bucket? Are you talking about that red plastic bucket?"

"yes."

"That's a 10l bucket!"

Li Ji pretended to show a surprised expression: "Is there a ten-liter? Oh, then just pretend half of it."

If Ao Muyang hadn't respected his knowledge, he would have beaten him out with a rice spoon at this time.

After the bamboo shrimp paste appears, it is only a semi-finished product. It can be eaten directly, but the better way to eat it is to stir-fry green onion and eggs.

Ao Muyang put shrimp paste and green onion eggs while it was hot, and seasoned with chili peppers. After stir-frying, the fishy smell of shrimp paste was almost impossible to smell, and it only tastes delicious and spicy.

Lu Zhizi went to buy big steamed buns freshly cooked in the evening, accompanied by rice porridge. The three of them couldn't straighten their waists in the end.

After eating and drinking, Li Ji patted his stomach and sighed: "This meal has brought my memories together. I remembered the days when I was working on the South China Sea Island. The conditions were not good at that time, and the Republic was not in the foundation. The most we ate on the island was seafood, golden lobster, large and small yellow croaker, sea cucumber and abalone, crab and sea sausage, all kinds of seafood..."

Ao Muyang glanced at him sideways and said, "Is this a condition good?"

Li Ji said: "What do you think? It's comfortable to eat seafood occasionally. If you can't eat it as a meal, your stomach still needs oil, water, rice and flour. Then we will improve our lives by using steamed buns with shrimp paste, not fried, without oil. Where can I stir-fry shrimp paste for you at that time? We all steamed eggs and steamed buns mixed with mixed grain noodles. It's so delicious!"

Originally, Ao Muyang thought the old man was teasing him, but as he spoke, the old man's eyes became ethereal and his tone gradually became heavier: "In the blink of an eye, it was nearly half a century. At that time, I was younger than you now, and my colleagues around me were younger, and life was so happy. As a result, when I turned around, I was almost seventy years old!"

Ao Muyang had to give him two more shrimp paste from bamboo to soothe his sad heart.

The shrimp paste he fried was salty and he carried it to eat. The next day he put it in a bamboo tube and gave it to people who were close to him one by one.

After he had almost delivered the shrimp paste, he slowly returned home and was intercepted at the door of his house. Someone put up his fan and held his sunglasses and smiled and said, "Director Ao, we're meeting again."
Chapter completed!
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