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Chapter 563 - Chapter 563 563. Oh the Tiny Little Shrimp_1

Chapter 563: 563. Oh the Tiny Little Shrimp_1 Chapter 563: 563. Oh the Tiny Little Shrimp_1 It’s not that Seventh Uncle is too meticulous in his work; it’s just that some of these small river shrimp in the two buckets are really too tiny.

The local variety of shrimp here is normally quite small, with even the most mature ones not being thicker than an adult’s little finger.

And now, among those in the bucket, the bigger ones were nearly finger-sized, but many more–dense and teeming–were only about a centimeter long, including their tails and whiskers!

If you were to cook the large and small ones together, wouldn’t the cooking be a complete mess?

Seventh Uncle simply couldn’t tolerate that.

Luckily, Aunt Lianhua was quick and efficient at work. Hearing what Seventh Uncle said, she immediately understood.

She and Seventh Grandma were now sitting on small stools, scooping up the shrimp with a sieve and performing a final sort while doing so.

Only after ensuring there were no mistakes did they place them in a basin of clear water on the side, ready to be sifted later.

However, they had just finished sorting one bucket when they saw Tai Xiaodong and Qi Lin carrying another bucket back.

This time, upon looking inside, it was full of small white fish about ten centimeters long–brimming with vitality.

The delicate white scales shimmered with an extra lively brilliance under the morning sun, making them look very appetizing!

At this sight, Professor Song could no longer sit still and simply brought a stool over with a small knife in hand:

“Let me lend a hand too.”

Wu Lan quickly tried to stop him, “Oh no, don’t, you might hurt your hand.”

Professor Song laughed heartily, a rare sense of pride welling up in his heart, as he showed her his palms:

“With these calluses of mine, it’s debatable whether a small cut from this knife would hurt at all!”

Indeed.

His knuckles were thick, his skin was slightly dark, and the thick layer of calluses on his palms and fingers were clearly visible–undeniably the hands of someone accustomed to physical labor.

Now, even Wu Lan was at a loss for words, looking at him with a touch of admiration:

“You all are so skilled and still work so hard!”

She herself was a farmer. To a lifelong farmer, this was no big deal, but the man before her was Professor Song, who had been in the news!

One would think that someone living in a big villa with both fame and fortune would prefer to stay away from mud and dirt…

In Wu Lan’s simple mind, such a person was worthy of respect.

But Professor Song just laughed it off: “I became skilled by working hard like this for many years.”

“Besides, we eat and drink at home every day, lending a hand now is nothing. I’m pretty good at cleaning fish…”

As he spoke, he deftly used the small knife to make a gentle incision in the fish’s belly, and before the blood could gush out, his fingers nimbly reached in to scoop out the innards…

Professor Song thought to himself that although he rarely cleaned fish, his movements were still smooth and fluid.

But when he looked up, he saw Wu Lan opposite him, not even using any tools, just briskly pinching off the heads of the fish, then with a slight force of her two thumbs at the belly, she easily tore open a gap…

Noticing his gaze, Wu Lan looked up and shyly smiled, “We country folk are rough when it comes to cleaning fish…”

Professor Song could only laugh in speechless amusement.

He decided to stop watching and focus on his own work instead.

He didn’t realize how much time had passed until he noticed that the whole courtyard was beginning to fill with a delicious aroma.

The scent wasn’t a sudden eruption but rather wafted over bit by bit with the breeze, eventually spreading silently yet dominantly throughout the entire courtyard.

By the time everyone became aware, breathing in was like being surrounded on all sides by the rich fragrance.

“What is this…”

Professor Song looked up.

Just as Tai Xiaodong and Qi Lin came in with another bucket, they couldn’t help but exclaim loudly the moment they entered the courtyard, “It smells so good, so good! We could smell it halfway here and had trouble moving our legs!”

“Smells good, doesn’t it?”

Seventh Uncle stood at the kitchen door, his face full of pride:

“I told you, the water in this pond is good, it raises the fish and shrimp excellently! I didn’t even let Tantan sell them–just smell this, the shrimp are being dried with nothing added, and the smell is just heavenly!”

“If you add a few to the soup or when stir-frying or cooking rice later, aren’t you going to swallow your tongue in delight?”

As he spoke, he hurried back to keep an eye on the fire–

These tiny shrimp need low heat, no water, no oil, just slow roasting. Once the temperature goes up, the entire shrimp will display a wonderful reddish-brown color.

Actually, since they are being dried, there’s still a bit of blackness showing through the red, which doesn’t make them look very appealing.

But anyone who smells their fragrance at this moment wouldn’t spare a thought for their appearance!

The shrimp roast very quickly, and even with the low flame, Seventh Uncle soon scooped out a bowlful of the ones that were ready in the center. He then grabbed a spoon:

“Come on, everyone, have a taste. Let’s see if I should add some salt later.”

What was there to wait for?

Tai Xiaodong and Qi Lin dropped their buckets, rinsed their hands frantically like mad with soap, and swiftly lined up in front of Seventh Uncle.

“Let me try, let me try!”

The two lads, eager and anxious, opened their mouths like chicks waiting to be fed, their gluttonous expressions competing for the top spot!

Seventh Uncle was indeed planning to make it easy for himself by stuffing it directly into their mouths, but now, seeing how these two were so shameless…

It hurt his eyes!

He swiftly scooped up a spoonful:

“Hold out your hand, put it in your palm, were you waiting for me to feed you?”

And he gave each one a spoonful.

…

Have you ever eaten instant noodles?

The old-fashioned kind where you have to pour the seasoning packet in?

As a child, when only a bit of the crumbs were left in the bag, you inevitably had to dump them into your palm, along with some scattered seasoning…

At that moment, like a pangolin sticking out its tongue to lick and roll–

Professor Song simply couldn’t bear to watch the way the two students were eating.

But–

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!!!”

The two grown men were on the verge of crying from how delicious it was:

“Why is it so flavorful? Why is it so flavorful? Is this the taste of river shrimp?”

Seventh Uncle even asked again, “Should I sprinkle some salt on it?”

However, these two, mouth full of fragrance, with a bliss greater than the next, didn’t spare a moment to answer him.

Forget it!

The old man took back the bowl, thinking these expert matters should not be entrusted to amateurs.

He went back and scooped up a spoonful to taste–hmm, indeed very fresh, but a little bland, better add some more salt.

Later at lunch, he could set aside a plate to make some salt and pepper river shrimp.

He then glanced at the basin Aunt Lianhua was tidying up:

“There are quite a few big ones too! Once we have enough, drain the water, I’ll fry them directly with hot oil for flavor.”

Yan Ran, still diligently weighing at the pond’s edge:…

“How come it’s taking those two so long to deliver a fish and not come back?”

She glanced up at the sun, then at the record in her hands:

“Uncle, we’re over three hundred pounds now, can your truck take all of it in one trip today?”

“Tantan said, if it can’t, just leave it be, we can eat it ourselves, don’t feel pressured, eh!”

Old Zhao: …

What pressure? What pressure could he have?

His only pressure was why they wouldn’t agree to sell the damn fish and shrimp aaargh!

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