The meat of stewed fish is really good and very strong. Cut it into slices with a quick knife and rinse it in the hot pot soup. The slices are taken out, and they are still crystal clear.

Drinking old wine and eating fish, Yang Shuyong nodded: "Well, this fish can."

"That must be, I said it was like lobster meat." Ao Muyang said, "Big lobster, Jinxiu lobster."

Yang Shuyong said: "I have never eaten Jinxiu lobster. Lao Ao, I heard that you have produced a lot of Jinxiu lobsters here. How about it? Get two of them to eat?"

Ao Muyang said with a smile: "The big lobsters produced in our village are all crayfish. Some people have used crayfish to pretend to be big lobsters, but they were reported by your village, so the people in our village were sentenced."

Yang Shuyong quickly said, "This matter has nothing to do with me, Wang Youwei did it."

Anyway, they are going to mess with Wang Youwei, just slap him on the head if you have any shit.

When they were chatting, Yang Shizi was so excited that she didn't say anything, but her mouth was clattering loudly.

Yang Shuyong knocked his butt with chopsticks several times to let him eat slowly, but he didn't listen. He sucked it quickly with chopsticks and chopsticks.

In this way, Lao Yang couldn't hold his face anymore. He wanted to start a fight on the spot with a saying, "I haven't eaten a naughty child." Ao Muyang stopped him and smiled and said, "Eat him, eat it, and there is some fish."

After hearing this, Yang Shizi said angrily: "That's right, you don't feel sorry for Uncle Xiaoyang is the master. Why do you feel sorry for you as my father? I have to doubt whether you are my biological father."

"I am not your biological father, who is your biological father?" Yang Shuyong said angrily.

Yang Shizi shook her head: "I don't know, anyway, Uncle Xiaoyang is not my biological father, but he is better than his biological father."

Yang Shuyong clenched his teeth, and later on the way back after dinner, Ao Muyang vaguely listened to Yang Shizi being beaten all the way.

At noon the next day, Ao Muyang took out the meat oil brought by Yang Shuyong and made simple soaking of the chicken mushrooms harvested last year.

Because of sprinkling gold drops on the dead wood, the chicken mushrooms grew very well last year and had a lot of harvest. Ao Muyang dries it and saves it, soaking it at any time and eating it at any time.

After soaking, he put it in the hot meat oil and made another chicken mushroom oil.

The oil in the pot is more transparent and clear than vegetable oil. The viscous lard flows and boils. After the chicken mushrooms are put in, they immediately fry them to golden brown.

He put some chopped green onion and minced ginger in it, then sprinkled with salt, and a good bibimbap dish was out of the pot.

The steaming rice sprinkled a spoonful of chicken mushroom oil into it, and soon the rice grains became oily. Ao Muyang scooped a bite into his mouth with a spoon, which made it fragrant!

This is the most primitive meat aroma, which is fragrant but not greasy. Even if you eat this food with anorexia, you will have a lot of appetite.

Lu Zhizi's eyes were foggy when she ate, Ao Muyang said in surprise: "As for it? Is it so delicious?"

"I remember the oil bibimbap made for me by the heroes of Lulin Shen when I was a child. This is the taste." Lu Zhizi looked nostalgic.

Ao Muyang reached out and touched her hair, and said dotingly: "Then call me dad in the future."

Lu Zhizi almost poured a bowl of oil on his face.

The reason why I didn't do it was not because I was afraid of something wrong, but because I was afraid of wasting it. This bowl of chicken mushroom oil was better than when Ao Muyang met him the year before yesterday.

Ao Muyang didn't dare to joke anymore. Li Ji and the others arrived, and everyone started eating happily with a few fishermen's side dishes.

Su Penghui is a gourmet. He gave a thumbs up and praised the good life in the fishing village.

He sighed: "To be honest, bibimbap is simple and common. There is lard on the market. I have made it myself many times. But if it tastes so delicious, it will be very difficult."

Li Ji said contemptuously: "Your stinky cooking skills are comparable to Xiao Ao? Tell you that Xiao Ao is professional in this regard."

Ao Muyang cooperated and said: "That must be, whoever has a wedding or wedding in our village must be a master of me. Did you see this street outside my door? This is called Anmin Street. There is a saying in our village that is 'west of Anmin Street, the village chief's cooking skills are the best'. Some people even nicknamed me, calling me 'Anmin Street God of Food'. In fact, I don't dare to be it."

Several people laughed, and Li Ji smiled and wondered: "Xiao Ao, isn't your family west of Anmin Street?"

Ao Muyang said: "So they said I was the best in cooking, and I was not polite."

Su Penghui waved his hand and said, "It's serious. I said that this bibimbap is delicious, which has a lot to do with the lard. It has a pork fragrance. Now the pork in the city is fried like dry firewood. It can be burned even when it encounters a fire. Where can there be a pork smell?"

As he said that, he began to summarize: "Now people say that everyone doesn't like to eat because their living standards are high and they are tired of eating. This is really interesting. In the past, when the landlords were tired of eating all year round, it was our turn to eat it. Nonsense, now the meat is tasteless, the vegetables are tasteless, and the fruits are all quick-tailed products, so how can they taste it?"

Ao Muyang estimated that Teacher Su was an angry young man.

Li Ji was even more angry than him. He put down his chopsticks and began to criticize the injustice these days: "The country's control over food safety is too poor. Food is the most important thing for the people. This is to destroy the people's god!"

The two are not only angry young people, but also lucky generals, or their professional level is accurate enough.

Li Ji and his wife came to the village less than a week. At the end of March, the green turtle was back...

At this time, the resort had just stopped working and a green turtle climbed onto the coast.

As soon as the green turtle appeared, Ao Muyang immediately expressed his intention to kill chickens and ducks to celebrate the meal.

The chickens, ducks and geese were anxious. What does the turtle have to do with us when we come back? Why should we kill us?

The return of the green turtle is no problem for the establishment of the National Turtle Reserve on behalf of Longtou Village.

Li Ji went to overturn the green turtle, and Ao Muyang smiled and said, "Teacher Li, you are so excited, what are you going to do? Are you going to ravage this turtle?"

"Stop making trouble, alas, as expected." Li Ji sighed as he looked under the turtle shell.

I saw several sarcomas of all sizes fluttering in the wind at the bottom of the gap in the carapace. The green turtle, like the ones that arrived last year, had reduced immunity and physical problems.

This is related to the overall marine environment. The problem of seawater pollution has not been solved. The environment of green turtles has been deteriorating repeatedly. How can their physical condition improve?

Perhaps this is also the reason why they insist on returning to the sea outside Longtou Village. The Hongyang Sea area along the coast is clean, and the sea outside Longtou Village is the cleanest in the Hongyang Sea.

Frightened, the green turtle quickly returned to the water. They couldn't stay on the shore for long. They had just had a rest before going ashore. After all, the green turtle came back this time and traveled a long distance.

In the next two days, sea turtles appeared on the beach intermittently, which marked that the green turtle used the beach outside Longtou Village as a breeding place.
Chapter completed!