"It's better not." Gao Zhiyuan looked at her with a gentle expression and said, "You change your words quickly. Because you are a woman, I'm not unconcerned with you, but I'm actually arrogant and don't give you some color to see. I don't know who is the leader of this forest farm."

"Is there anything else? If it's okay, I have to go to have a meal. I'm just patronizing the baby tractor and I haven't even had lunch." Gao Zhiyuan stood up and rubbed his deflated belly and said.

"I won't delay you." Fu Meiyu said to him.

"Yes!" Gao Zhiyuan watched her leave before getting up and going home.

&*&

Hua Banzhi and Lin Xiyan divided the work and washed more than thirty little fish in the blink of an eye, put them in a bamboo basket and took them back.

Lin's mother looked at the washed little fish and looked up at the two of them and asked, "What are you planning to eat?"

"Just bake it outside and eat it." Lin Xiyan said gently as she looked at her.

"I'm back." Lin Bancheng, who was still sitting in the corridor, looked at them and said, "This time, there was no bamboo weaving in his hand anymore. He put it away before his son came back, for fear of being hindered by his son's eyes."

"Actually, the bamboo-tube grilled fish is also delicious." Lin's mother suggested looking at them.

"There is not enough time, and the bamboo tube is too small. If you have to cook it, what time will you have to wait?" Lin Xiyan raised his eyes and looked at the sun that was already slanting west.

"Okay, then I'll go marinate it. You'll make the fire." Lin's mother agreed happily, took the bamboo basket in, and marinated the fish with salt, and then brushed it with a layer of samcha sauce.

Lin Bancheng watched them busy picking up dead branches, and got up to help.

"We can do it ourselves." Lin Xiyan immediately stopped him when he saw him taking action.

"I'm used to doing work, but I can't get tired of picking up firewood." Lin Bancheng felt the air stagnant, and he looked up at his stupid son's eyes and his eyes turned red again.

"You kid, compared to someone who faces the loess and backs to the sky for the rest of his life, I have become a monk halfway through the way." Lin Bancheng looked at him with annoyance and said, "Don't come in the future, so as to save water from flooding the golden mountains." He said calmly, "Don't look at me now, I don't know why I'm getting healthier and healthier. I used to hurt here or itchy here. Now I eat everything and I'm pretty good in good health."

"You don't have time, so don't lie to me now." Lin Xiyan said with a sniff.

"Look at the good air in the mountains, the temperature is lower than in the city, it is not too hot in summer, and it also has hot springs, which is so good for elderly care." Lin Bancheng looked at him with a smile and said.

Lin Xiyan moved his mouth and forgot it, thinking about everything that is not good, he has long been so depressed that he can't get through it.

"Uncle, is this firewood enough?" Zhou Guangming pointed to the piled firewood.

"Enough, enough." Lin Xiyan turned his head and looked at him and said, "I have to split the bamboo into thin strips and put the fish on."

"Do you have bamboo strips? I have one there, I'll wash it and take it for you." Lin Bancheng got up and went into the bamboo house, washed the bamboo strips he had chopped and used for bamboo weaving and took them out.

When Lin Bancheng came out again, the fire had already recovered. Lin Xiyan came into the house and brought some small bamboo stools to sit down.

Lin's mother came out with an enamel basin, which contained pickled fish. "There is only salt, no other seasonings, but I applied a layer of sauce, you can just do it!"

"It's already very good." Hua Banzhi said with a smile, "This will highlight the umami flavor of the fish itself."

"This is the water quality here is good, and the fish don't have a trace of earthy smell." Lin's mother smiled when she heard this.

"Let's put the fish first, and it's not too late to bake it before chatting." Lin Xiyan reminded them.

"Okay, okay, you wear it first. I'll bring the bamboo rice. You can eat it first to cushion your stomach." Lin's mother handed the enamel basin to Lin Xiyan and said.

"Yeah!" Lin Xiyan nodded and took the enamel basin, took the bamboo stick and started to wear the small fish.

After putting it on, set it on the fire and roast it.

Lin's mother took five bamboo tubes and split them in front of them, and the fragrance suddenly became scented.

Zhou Guangming opened his mouth into an O-shaped shape and murmured to himself, "So this is called bamboo rice!"

"Yes! It smells so good." Lin's mother put the bamboo tube in the bamboo basket and handed it to Zhou Guangming, "You're hungry! Eat quickly! Be careful of hot."

Zhou Guangming put the bamboo basket on his legs, looked up at Lin's mother and said: Thank you.

Lin’s mother handed the chopsticks to Zhou Guangming and said, “Give it.” Then she asked, “You can use chopsticks!”

"I can use it so early." Lin Xiyan pursed her lips and smiled.

"I haven't seen a child for a long time." Lin's mother smiled when she heard this, "The only thing she has to do with her children is in her dream now." She looked at Lin Xiyan with a meaningful meaning.

Lin Xiyan secretly glanced at Hua Banzhi, then looked at Lin's mother and shook her head slightly, "I have explained it clearly, why are you talking about this now?"

‘What does this silly boy know?’ Lin’s mother muttered in her heart.

"Is it delicious?" Lin Bancheng asked at Zhou Guangming.

"Delicious." Zhou Guangming nodded heavily, "It smells soft and delicious, with the fragrance of bamboo and the fragrance of rice."

"For you." Lin's mother came to her senses and handed the chopped bamboo tube to Hua Banzhi again, "Eat quickly!"

"The time is too hasty and there is not enough preparation, otherwise it will be even more delicious if you can put some pork." Lin's mother said with a little regret.

"It's not bad now! There is bacon, fresh mushrooms, and sauce flavor." Hua Banzhi looked at the bamboo tube rice in his hand and said.

The bamboo joints are green, the rice sauce is yellow, the aroma is elegant, and the mouth is flexible. Take a small bite of the bamboo rice, taste it slowly and chew it carefully, and it is full of fun.

"What kind of sauce is this?" Hua Banzhi asked curiously.

"Shacha sauce originated in Chaoshan. The sauce is light brown in color and is in the shape of a paste sauce. It has a rich flavor, with a complex aroma such as garlic, onions, peanuts, and the complex fresh and salty flavor of shrimp. It has a slightly sweet and spicy taste." Lin's mother explained softly.

"You write the method to us and we will make it ourselves afterwards." Lin Xiyan said quickly, "There are other ways to pickle pickles."

"You are sure you want to do it yourself." Lin's mother said with wide eyes and disbelief.

"Yes! Don't believe it?" Lin Xiyan smiled slightly and said, "We have bought all the jars and jars, so we are determined enough!"

"Okay, I'll write it for you now." Lin's mother stood up and handed him the bamboo rice dumpling and said, "You have dinner first."

"Put it down! I'll talk about it after roasting the fish." Lin Xiyan turned the bamboo stick in his hand and said.

"Where are me here? You can have dinner first." Lin Bancheng urged as he looked at him, "Put the fish on the ground."

"That's so dirty!" Lin Xiyan curled his lips when he heard this.

Lin Bancheng didn't know his son's temperament, and it was useless to say anything, so Lin Bancheng simply stopped talking.

"I'll eat quickly and take over you." Hua Banzhi ate the rice in big mouthfuls.
Chapter completed!