Fried fish is a meticulous job, and you need to master relevant skills proficiently to make the fish fragrant and crispy, making the lips and teeth smell fragrant.

If you are a chef who is not experienced enough and has poor skills, you must make preparations in advance to avoid making mistakes in your busy schedule and making it difficult to put the fish in the mouth.

During the process of frying fish, the heat is particularly important. You should slowly heat the bottom of the pot over low heat, then add an appropriate amount of oil, wait for the oil to heat up, and put the fish with egg liquid into the pot so that it will not stick to the pot and you can get a complete small fried fish.

After putting the fish in the pot, you should always pay attention to the fish's condition. After frying one side of the fish, turn it over with a spatula and continue frying the other side until both sides are brown, crispy and tender on the inside, and exuding the aroma of fish meat that makes people smell like it. Add various seasonings to season before it can be served.

Zheng Lin is undoubtedly a studious and smart "cook". In less than half a month, he mastered the skills of "frying fish". When he was in bed, he had to understand this body even more than Mang Ye himself. He always let Mang Ye throw away his armor and get his last bit of strength dry.

Yun held the rain and felt the sweat on his body as if he was rolling around in the mud. Sang Ye frowned in disgust and kicked the man who was lying beside him calmed down: "Get water quickly, I want to take a shower."

With his legs clamping the woman's moving jade feet, Zheng Lin stretched out his big hand and took the warm and fragrant soft jade into his arms, pressed it under his body again, and whispered ambiguously in her ear: "Wash together?"

Sang Ye's face changed and he pushed someone in a hurry: "No, I don't want to wash with you." If she really washes with this guy, she won't have to get up tomorrow.

I remembered that he had been wielded to take a shower together before, but in the end she was carried to the bed like a dead fish, and she could hardly look directly at the word "take a bath".

Zheng Lin grabbed his wife's hand and put it on his mouth to kiss her. The thick and magnetic voice became a little deeper again: "My wife specially made a pig's waist for her husband tonight. She thought that her husband was dissatisfied with her husband's performance. Now she wants to satisfy her husband, why should she refuse to be her husband?"

The mulberry leaves flapped their foreheads and refused to admit it: "I'm afraid that you will not be able to control yourself and get old before you get old, so I kindly want to be a pig's waist to nourish your kidneys. Don't blame me."

After saying that, he seemed to feel that he was not convinced enough, and continued, "Look at you, the person who is in the third year is not a 20-year-old boy. You should cultivate yourself and take good care of your body, and strictly follow the schedule I set for you. Otherwise, one day you don't even have the strength to climb the bed, and it will be too late to regret it."

As a man, the thing that he hates the most is that he is questioned is that he is not good at that aspect, and Zheng Lin is no exception. He decided to practice it and teach the little woman under him a profound lesson. So he lit the fire again, gnawing on her earlobe and gritted his teeth and said, "Tonight, I will let you see who can't get out of bed."

"No, go away!" Sang Ye screamed in fear, and lie out of the bed with his hands and feet: "Don't come again, I know I'm wrong, I won't talk nonsense again in the future!"

The bed was so big that she was just under the big devil. Where could she climb? Before her hand could reach the edge of the bed, she was pulled back and her bare butt was slapped several times.

"I'm really disobedient!" Looking at my wife who was so pitiful that she was crying but didn't cry, Zheng Lin took back her hand and tossed and rubbed her lips with pity: "Today, I will help you make a lie, and I should always thank you for your husband. The demands of being a husband are not high, so it's enough for you to pay for it with your body."

The fish was not fried and it was still raw inside. The chef had to heat the oil pan again and put the fish in and continue frying. This time, the chef was much more careful, and even the strength to shovel the fish to turn the fish was reduced, for fear that the fish would not be able to stand the second frying, and would break open if it was a little force.

Afterwards, Zheng Lin returned to the bed with the mulberry leaves who had no strength in cleaning them, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of satisfaction.

Seeing that Sang Ye grind his teeth, he struggled to use his last strength to lie on the man and bit his chin.

Zheng Lin gasped in pain, but did not dare to resist at all, so he had to endure it and let his wife vent his anger.

This time, Sang Ye showed no mercy and left six blood-tips on the man's chin before letting go. His little look was extremely proud: "Hmph, if you don't let me get out of bed, I'll let you have no shame to go out to meet people!"

Raise your hand and touch your chin, look

After experiencing blood in the palm of his eyes, Zheng Lin laughed instead of anger, and turned over and turned on the woman again: "Okay, my parents all know what we are doing tomorrow, so I'll just have a good time for my husband tonight."

As he said that, he lowered his head and wanted to kiss the woman's lips.

Sang Ye Xin thought it was true, and his face changed again, and his tears flowed down his face. He was really scared to tears: "I, I tell you, if you dare to do anything, tomorrow, I will go back to my parents' home tomorrow. You, one by one, everyone, go to the empty room. Hiccup, this is what we agreed before, don't, don't regret it."

After stammering, Sang Ye didn't breathe, and burped his throat, completely scared by someone!

"Agreement?" Zheng Lin raised his eyebrows and smiled as if he was smiling: "My wife was sure that it was for her husband who violated the agreement? It seems that every time in the end, the wife would pester her husband and say she wanted it. Did she remember it wrong for her husband?"

Sang Ye stared at a shameless person, so angry that he was almost vomiting blood! If it weren't for your old erotic embryo constantly teasing you, could I become like that?

Thinking of the promise that was like waste paper, she was full of resentment and wanted to bite the "culprit" a few more times.

It turned out that during the first few days of marriage, Zheng Lin had tormented mulberry leaves every night, so she had not had a good sleep after getting married.

In order to protect one's right to sleep and not be squeezed dry by someone's sauce, mulberry leaves had no choice but to formulate a complete "feeding" mechanism, roughly once every other day, only once every time.

This mechanism is rewarded and punished. If Zheng Lin obeys it honestly, Sang Ye may be reluctant to do so if he is happy. If he asks him to "sleep with his sleep" and does not obey, he will sleep on the bed.

For a person who always wants to knock his wife down, this mechanism is simply inhumane.

Zheng Lin protested with action, showing his good physical strength and figure to his wife, and throwing mulberry leaves away every time. It can be said that the so-called punishment has never been put into practice.

As if he saw his wife's thoughts, Zheng Lin used the same trick again to tease her, hoping to make her admit in person that she needed him and take the opportunity to let her slap the damn agreement.

Sang Ye was no match for Zheng Lin at all, and was once again furious. She glared at the man angrily, gritting her teeth to prevent him from succeeding, and she turned her mind desperately thinking about ways to get out.

Just when she almost couldn't help but take the initiative to pester the man to have fun, she actually thought of a way to tell what her mother asked her to inquire about today in one breath.

After just coming twice, Zheng Lin would not really ignore his wife's body, but just like her panic. Now that he saw that his wife was so embarrassed, he couldn't bear to tease her anymore. After hearing what she said, he took the opportunity to say: "It's not very convenient for parents now. I'll go inquire for my husband tomorrow. Just wait at home."

Seeing that he had really recovered from seriousness, Sang Ye secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quietly moved his body away from the heat source: "Then do you know this Zheng Cong? If you know it, just tell me. I'll see if there is any need to inquire first."

Zheng Lin saw his wife's movements, stretched out his big hand and hugged her in his arms, lowered his head and punished her lips, and stopped until he could not help it: "I have seen him once before, and he looks good, but his character is still unclear."

There are thousands of people in the entire Zheng clan. He rarely walks around in the other three villages, so he naturally is not familiar with those tribes. If Zheng Cong had not studied for a few years, he would have been a promising among the younger generation, and people often mentioned it in his ears, he would not have known him.

This answer was expected by Sang Ye. She unconsciously poked the man's chest and made her own request at the right time: "A good appearance is a plus point. You should also ask carefully about it, it is best to inquire about his family clearly. I don't want Yue Niang to have a bad mother-in-law and a bad sister in the future."

Hearing the three words "Good look", a dangerous light flashed in Zheng Lin's eyes. He gently pinched his wife's chin and asked casually: "My wife likes handsome people? What does her wife think she looks like for her husband?"

Perhaps it was because of excessive physical exhaustion and too tired, and his reaction was slowed down by half a beat. Sang Ye did not hear the strangeness in the man's words, and said the truth: "Everyone loves beauty, and he will feel a little bit in his mood when he sees beauty! As for you, it's okay

, I don't dislike it anyway."

These words are all truth. It is not that Zheng Lin is not good-looking, but in fact, people appreciate men like Sang Yu who are bookish and tall and shaped like Zheng Lin. In the eyes of the world, they are rude and will not appreciate this kind of upright temperament and beauty at all.

But Sang Ye likes such a dignified man, but she doesn't want men to be self-conscious, and she doesn't want him to know that he likes this, so as not to be proud, so she deliberately tells the truth from the aesthetic perspective of the world that is not the truth.

Zheng Lin didn't know what his wife was thinking. Seeing that she was so "true" she said, she immediately remembered the old jealousy buried in his heart. She almost gritted her teeth and asked, "There are so talented in the capital. I'm afraid that my wife has seen many young talents in the capital for those years, right?"

After realizing it, Mang Ye finally realized the strangeness of the man, but for some reason, he felt inexplicably confused for a moment: "I have seen him, but my maid with a low status and a different gender, how could I get along with him?"

This explanation is very reasonable, but in Zheng Lin's ears, it is completely different: "So, if someone doesn't care about your identity, you will get along with him, or even "stay with him forever?"

In the last sentence, Zheng Lin suddenly had no courage to ask. He knew that he shouldn't and shouldn't think about things that had passed long ago, but he couldn't control everything about her and didn't think about it. The little figure with a young face, the terrible persistence, did not dare to think about the relationship between her and that person.

Looking at the man's nervous face, Sang Ye finally realized the seriousness of the matter. She didn't think that this man was so jealous and was jealous of people who did not exist at all.

It was just the first time I saw a man so vividly. Sang Ye couldn't bear to scold him, so he reached out and hugged him: "What are you thinking about? I'm not a lustful woman. When I see a handsome man, I want to pounce up? If this is true, can I become an old girl and you end up getting a favor?"

At the end of the day, she couldn't help laughing.

Looking at his wife's smile, Zheng Lin suddenly realized that she could tell her such an important secret, which was enough to show that her whole heart was placed here.

She trusted herself so wholeheartedly, even though she had a past that he didn't know, but now she is his wife, and she is happy with herself. This is enough, and his entanglement is meaningless at all.

After thinking about this, Zheng Lin's mood suddenly improved, but he decided to open up and ask clearly, not wanting it to become an obstacle between the couple.

Sang Ye was frightened by the man's serious gaze and couldn't help but become nervous: "You, why are you looking at me like this? Do you have anything to say to me?"

Zheng Lin nodded and clearly told the little figure about it. After saying that, he met his wife's teasing gaze.

He coughed uneasyly and asked with a serious face: "You on the little statue, you look only fourteen or fifteen years old. You should know that the girl's little statue is not easily spread. If it weren't for someone to paint it as a souvenir, what kind of thought would the person who painted you painted you?"

Sang Ye was asked, desperately recalling whether he had made a small portrait of himself back then. After thinking about it, the only answer "no" was the answer! However, before she came, it was possible that the original body was painted by someone.

After all, she survived from this body when she was under fifteen years old. The small statue happened to be when she was fourteen or fifteen years old. She was sure that no one had ever painted a small statue for herself. No one had shown good things to her in those years. She felt that the possibility of drawing the original body was greater.

But the matter of resurrecting the soul with a corpse cannot be said clearly. Sang Ye shook his head in distress and said to her husband: "I'm sure I didn't have someone to paint a small portrait for me. When I was fourteen years old, I married the girl to the royal palace and followed her in many occasions. If someone wants to do something to the girl or the royal palace, it's very likely that I'll paint my portrait."

After hearing this, Zheng Lin had no doubts and silently thought about who the little statue came from.

Looking at the man's frowning brow, Sang Ye couldn't help but reach out to smooth it out: "Don't blame who drew it, what are you calculating? I am a dead person now and it has nothing to do with everything in the past, so you don't have to care about these things.

Even if those people track me down one day, they only want Huan'er. With Feng Lun's ability, he will definitely be able to hide Huan'er before those people come over and not let anyone find him."

She always felt that the person who used her little portrait to ask the spirit to look for her everywhere was to get Huan'er's whereabouts. If she had been worried before, she would have taken Huan'er away again, but now she is not worried.

"Well, now you're by my side, I won't care about this anymore."

Zheng Lin hugged his wife tightly, agreeing with her words, but her thoughts were completely opposite. The intuition told him that the man asked the spirit to look for people everywhere was for his wife himself. As for the purpose, he could not think of anything except the man's obsession with women.

Sang Ye thought her husband had really let go, and he couldn't help but yawn. A strong sense of sleepiness came, making her unable to open her eyes: "Don't think about it, go to bed quickly, and you will get up early tomorrow to help me cook!"

Zheng Lin came to his senses, held his wife's hand tightened one, and patted her back gently, and said softly: "Sleep, hold you to sleep for your husband."

"Okay!" Sang Ye closed his eyes and pointed, rubbed his head in her husband's neck, and found a comfortable place to fall asleep deeply.

Looking at his wife's peaceful sleeping face, Zheng Linzhen put a light kiss on her forehead.

After breakfast, Zheng Lin went out to inquire about the news. As a spirit, exploring this kind of news was as easy as drinking water for him, and he came back soon.

"How is it? Have you found out clearly?" Sang Ye couldn't wait to ask, it was related to her sister's lifelong happiness, and she dared not be careless at all.

Zheng Lin drank a large glass of water and nodded in his wife's expectant gaze: "I'll find out clearly. My age and appearance are very compatible with Yue Niang. Even though he is a little dull, there is also a bit pedantic here." As he said that, he pointed to his head with his finger.

Sang Ye frowned, thinking that this person was not very suitable for his sister: "You know Yue Niang's temperament. She is not a talkative person at first. If she marrys a dull and pedantic husband again, she will not be able to quarrel in the future. This is too boring."

Zheng Lin was a little confused and didn't understand his wife's words very much: "Isn't it good to be quarreled? It's very suitable for husbands. Zheng Cong is gentle and Yue Niang has a good temperament, so there is no need to worry about the couple's misfortune."

Sang Ye gave him a blank look: "Do you think that if a couple doesn't quarrel, the relationship will not be in a state of harmony? Do you know cold violence? It's even more heartbreaking than quarrels and fights. If there is no relationship between the couple and just live with respect for each other, then what's the difference between living with yourself and yourself?"

Zheng Lin still couldn't understand what his wife wanted to express, but at this time he just needed to listen to it, so he showed a sudden enlightenment on his face, and he looked like the lady was right.

Sang Ye didn't care whether he really understood or not. He walked around the room and wondered whether to tell his mother the result. After thinking about it, she simply took out the previous note from the box and stuffed it directly into Zheng Lin's arms: "You can take the time to inquire about these people above and let me see if there are any more suitable ones."

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, Zheng Lin looked at the eight names and residences on the note, twitched the corners of his lips almost invisible, met his wife's bright gaze, and said with a chance: "The distance is a bit far away. I'll give you three days to be a husband, and I'll tell you three days later."

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Tweet the Emperor: The Prince is happy Author: Wan Xin Zi

Because of power, the imperial concubine died tragically and the general's family was wiped out. In order to save the last drop of blood, the imperial concubine exchanged her children for the general's family's last blood. From then on, her gender changed drastically.

The princess was too willful and willful. He would rather die than marry her, but she died too much. He was a little afraid, so he said that he liked men, but the princess didn't follow the routine at all, and held his hand and told him sly that she actually liked women. In this way, the two got married, but after getting married, they agreed to only like women?

I'm a dividing line

"Princess, have you gone to the wrong room?" The prince said to the willful princess with timidity.

"Yes, yes, I'm hungry, I didn't go wrong at all!"

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