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Chapter 128

There are 36 kinds of fish recipes in this fish restaurant. Feng Qing and the others must not finish them. After reading the menu, Fang Zheng ordered the most common steamed fish and pickled fish soup.

"My husband, you are not in good health yet, so you can't eat spicy food." Feng Qing reminded, and then promised, "Let's eat again when you get better."

Under the table, Fang Zheng grabbed her hand, and as usual, pinching her palm, "My wife can eat spicy food."

There were not many fishing times at home, and Fang Zheng did not specifically ask Feng Qing about his taste. However, she ate a few more dishes on weekdays, and Fang Zheng remembered them all. Once, Fang Jiang copied the shredded pork he made, and he found that Feng Qing had eaten half a bowl of rice more than usual.

This feeling of being kept in mind all the time made Feng Qingxin feel warm. She raised her head, "What else do you like to eat when you order? If you order, I can learn from the store. If I don't have time to come here to eat, I will make it for you at home."

"What the wife eats, what she eats for her husband." Thinking about it carefully, Fang Zheng really doesn't have any food he likes or dislikes him. Especially in recent years, he has been with medicine all day long, and his tongue has become numb, and everything he eats is full of bitterness.

Thinking that Fang Zheng could drink the medicine that was bitter when he smelled, Feng Qing felt distressed. She held Fang Zheng's hand tightly, "We won't have to take medicine in the future. Let's look for it slowly, maybe you can find what you like the most."

The two of them could not lower their voices. The shopkeeper who was settled the accounts behind the counter heard it. He looked up, glanced at the two of them, thought for a while, then put down the abacus, walked out of the counter, and smiled at them, "If you don't like something you particularly, why would I introduce one to you?"

Feng Qing became interested. She followed Fang Zheng's usual appearance, raised her eyebrows and asked, "What dish?"

"A fish that grows in the deep sea with an ugly taste." The shopkeeper said with a smile: "This kind of fish is too ugly and many people dare not eat it. Today, one happened to be in our restaurant. I wonder if you two dare to give it a try?"

"My husband, do you want to try it?" Feng Qing stood up straight and asked the other side with great enthusiasm.

Feng Qing once lived in later generations, and knew better than anyone else that there was nothing in this world that humans dare not eat.

"good."

The shopkeeper did not respond immediately, but looked at Fang Zheng with some embarrassment, "To be honest, this kind of fish is extremely difficult to catch in the deep sea. Even if it is fished and transported to us, it will take a lot of money and time. This kind of fish is the best when it is fresh. Therefore, people who transport fish along the way have to change the sea water and keep making the fish not hot and cold. If you transport it here, it would be great if you can live one of ten."

In fact, if he hadn't had friendship with the fishing person who went out to sea, he would definitely not have gotten the fish.

"How to sell this fish?" The question was Feng Qing.

"Thirty taels." The shopkeeper raised three fingers.

It was a unique thing to eat a fish in this small town, and the shopkeeper was not sure, but he had tasted this ugly fish himself, and the taste was really great. I am sorry for the deliciousness that made him cheaper.

"Then the previous one." Feng Qingpaied the board.

Fang Zheng's eyes twitched and looked at Feng Qing, "Madam, are you asking her husband to try something new?"

"Yes." Feng Qing chuckled, not caring, "My husband never knew what it was like to taste delicious food. I want him to taste it."

"Okay." I thought Fang Zheng would refuse, but he looked at Feng Qing for a moment and nodded.

A smile of unparalleled beauty appeared on his lips, and the stars were flashing in his eyes, and Feng Qing grabbed Fang Zheng's hand again.

She is willing to be kind to her husband. If her husband refuses, she will feel that her husband will not treat her as his own person.

My husband understands her.

The shopkeeper really didn't expect that these two people would actually order the ugly fish. His face was full of smiles. It was a small amount of money to earn thirty taels of silver. Someone dared to taste the ugly fish and made the shopkeeper even more excited.

"Then I'll make fish for you myself." After walking two steps, the shopkeeper turned around and said with a smile: "You two are so happy, I admire you. I won't charge you for other dishes today. In addition, I will give you two free fried yellow croaker, which is also delicious."

The shopkeeper is also a person with a temperament!

"Thank you, shopkeeper." Feng Qing was not polite, and he felt comfortable dealing with such a person.

The shopkeeper made the fish by himself, and a pot was specially made in the kitchen. Someone specifically controlled the heat. This fish is rare and it is important to keep the fish delicious. In addition, there is no need to add too much ingredients to make this fish, but only stew it, so that the fresh aroma of the fish can be retained to the greatest extent.

The shopkeeper was afraid that the two of them would wait for a long time, so he asked the clerk to bring a small plate of pickled vegetables, a plate of pickled vegetables, and a small basket of pancakes to let the two of them take their stomachs first.

About half an hour later, the shopkeeper personally brought the fish up. His face was red and the corners of his mouth were raised. Obviously, the fish in his hand was very successful.

The fragrance spread out in an instant, and the guests who were eating in the lobby stopped their chopsticks and looked at the shopkeeper with their noses.

"Shopkeeper, why didn't we have this kind of fish when we ordered the dishes?" Someone complained.

"That's it." Someone echoed, "What do you think of us, the shopkeeper?"

Putting the fish in front of Fang Zheng and Feng Qing, the shopkeeper pulled the cloth towel on his shoulder, wiped his hands, and smiled at the two people: "I'm really sorry, there is only one in the shop. If you want to eat it, you will come again next time, but I want to remind you that this fish is not cheap."

Someone sneered, "What? The shopkeeper thinks we can't afford a fish?"

The man sat farther away from Fang Zheng and did not hear the conversation between them and the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper was not in a hurry. He smiled and said, "A fish cost 40 taels of silver. Whoever you want to eat it? Pay a deposit of twenty taels first. In one month, you should be able to eat it."

There was a silence in the lobby.

"Four, forty taels?" Someone swallowed his saliva and stretched his head to look at the fish in front of Fang Zheng.

Mom, forty taels of silver is enough for his family to eat for several years.

Tsk, and that fish, how could it be so ugly?

"I, I don't even eat any devilish fish. Who knows if it's poisonous?" This was what the guest who couldn't afford it but was unwilling to give up.

The shopkeeper shook his cloth towel and said, "Don't worry, I've tasted this fish, it's not poisonous, and it tastes great."

Then his face changed, and he chuckled at Fang Zheng and Feng Qingqing and said, "Take it and see if you feel dissatisfied with it, you can tell me that I will change my approach next time."

This fish is indeed extremely ugly. It is not an exaggeration to use all the ugly words on this fish, especially the one that is like a toad.

"Wait" Feng Qing suddenly looked up, staring at the shopkeeper's shiny eyes, making the shopkeeper's body furry.

"What are the questions of the guest officer?"

"What's the name of this fish?" She once attended an embroidery exchange meeting. There was a similar dish on the table, but the cooking method was different, probably to avoid affecting the guests' appetite, and the face that was being beaten was completely different.

Feng Qing recognized it only after seeing the fish tail.

"No one knows what fish is called." The shopkeeper shook his head and then said, "It was a friend of mine who sent the fish. He called it a devil fish."
Chapter completed!
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