Chapter 133 If you can’t bear to talk about your son, just deduct his food rations!

Chapter 133 If you can’t bear to talk about your son, just deduct his food rations!

Zhao Qisheng stretched out his hand and took down the fish with distiller's grains from the top cabinet in the kitchen.

His mother wouldn't think that even his 183-meter tall son couldn't reach her 1.6 meter height, right?

Does this count as hiding?

What's the difference between putting it in front of him!

Zhao Qisheng happily ate several pieces and then quietly put them back.

Aunt Zhao not only bought fish with distiller's grains, but also smoked fish and small fried fish.

The fried fish was braised for dinner.

The fish that Lin Zhou fried was very fragrant, but by the time of dinner it was a little cold and the shell was not so crispy, so Aunt Zhao braised it in braised fish and made it into a dish, which was equally delicious.

Because of Lin Zhou's instructions, Aunt Zhao put the smoked fish directly in the refrigerator to eat it tomorrow, and did not let the father and son touch it.

Zhao Qisheng still likes to eat fish with distiller's grains, which is fragrant and spicy. He watches it at night. It is a must-have product. He can eat several kilograms without knowing it and can't stop at all.

After a while, Zhao Qisheng felt a little greedy again. He couldn't hold it in anymore, so he sneaked from the room to the kitchen, and then ate a few more pieces.

"You can't eat, you can't eat. If you finish eating, you will be scolded tomorrow."

Zhao Qisheng changed hands and put the distiller's rice fish in the cabinet.

ten minutes later......

Zhao Qisheng came to the kitchen again.

The fish with distiller's grains that was originally as full as a sealed glass jar, after several baptisms by him, became eighty percent full.

Zhao Qisheng returned the fish with distiller's grains to its original place with a guilty conscience.

His mother shouldn't pay attention to this detail, right?

One night passed, and only half of the eight-percent-full fish with distiller's grains was left.

Before seven o'clock, Zhao Qisheng felt guilty and slipped out of the door to go to work before his mother got up.

Breakfast is served at a nearby breakfast shop.

After Aunt Zhao got up, she first made breakfast. Then she saw that it was half past seven and her son hadn't come out yet. She thought he had overslept, so she went to the door and knocked on the door.

"Qisheng, get up, you're going to be late for work!"

Aunt Zhao shouted but didn't hear any movement in the room. She knocked on the door a few more times and felt something was wrong. When she opened the door, there was no one there.

"Go to work so early today?"

The child was older, and Aunt Zhao was not a very controlling parent. She opened the window of the room to let some air in and went out.

Her son is getting married soon. She never cares about these little things, just waiting to have her grandson in the future.

Father Zhao will retire in two years, and he is already sitting at the dining table having breakfast.

"Why are you drinking plain porridge? There is smoked fish in the refrigerator. I'll get some for you. There's also fish with distiller's grains. I'll send the rest to my parents later."

When Father Zhao heard that there were also smoked fish and distilled fish, he immediately became energetic.

The next second, I heard a scream from Aunt Zhao in the kitchen.

"Ah! That little brat, why did you leave so early today? You ate half of the distiller's fish you hid for me in the middle of the night!"

Seeing that only half of the fish with distiller's grains that Aunt Zhao took out was left, Father Zhao felt very distressed.

He hasn't eaten yet, only half of it is left.

"I made an agreement with my parents to go over this morning. Don't eat the remaining fish with distiller's grains. There's still smoked fish, so just eat the smoked fish."

Father Zhao:......

If you don't want to talk about your son, just deprive him of his rations!

"This month's living expenses have exceeded the standard. This fish is fifty-one pounds. I can't bear to eat it every day. I'll buy it after a few days."

It's time for the family to spend money. The decoration of the new house and the son's wedding next year will all require money.

Aunt Zhao couldn't bear to eat hundreds of yuan a day.

Father Zhao had no say in anything at home. Listening to Aunt Zhao's talk, he lowered his head and just focused on eating, keeping silent.

This smoked fish is sweet and crispy. The marinated fish that has been marinated overnight is still intact and not broken into pieces. When you bite into it, the thick juice and sweet and delicious taste will make you enjoy it so early in the morning. Very appetizing.

And it's just taken out of the refrigerator, it's ice cold, it's the little cold dish that everyone loves in the summer.

The taste of the sauce is not purely sweet, but has a sweet and sour taste. It is refreshing and appetizing. It is really comfortable to eat in summer.

Sweet, sour and salty, various flavors spread in the mouth as the fish is chewed. It has a crisp and soft texture that can be chewed and swallowed even with the bones.

"I think this sweet and sour smoked fish is more delicious than the fish with distiller's grains. Wife, try it."

As Father Zhao gets older, he likes to eat sweet dishes, but because he is a little fat and rarely eats them, this bite of smoked fish is simply shocking.

The sweet and sour taste will satisfy your craving immediately.

Aunt Zhao sat down with a bowl and ate a piece too.

Also like to eat.

The son was not at home, so the couple had a delicious breakfast of smoked fish.

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At the same time, International Foreign Languages ​​Primary School.

In Chen Lu's class, Fang Yao's daughter was surrounded by a group of classmates, revealing the news that her mother had learned from her uncle Fang Jun.

"The big brother who used to sell candied haws at the school gate is now selling fried fish at the gate of the Nanbin wet market. I want to take a look after school. Do you want to go?"

Hu Jiayi nodded fiercely on the side.

For so long, they had eaten a lot of candied haws on a stick, but they had never met one that was as delicious as Lin Zhou's.

It's either so sweet that it's so sour that you'll lose your teeth, or if you bite into it, you'll end up with something bad.

The key is that there are few varieties, and they can’t even buy the spicy sticks and candied haws they like to eat!

So everyone has always loved Lin Zhou.

Fang Jun's niece became the leader of her classmates because she had inside information.

Although they were elementary school students, they basically had mobile phones or tablets, and at the very least, they had phone watches, so they kept in close contact privately.

Now that they heard the latest news about Lin Zhou, they started a meeting early in the morning.

"Let's go together. I'll go back and tell my mom that I'm going to play with my classmate at home tonight and will be back later."

"Is fried fish as delicious as candied haws?"

"I don't know. I haven't eaten fried fish yet."

"My uncle brought me fried chicken made by my big brother last time. It was delicious. Fried fish should be as delicious as fried chicken."

"I want to try it because I haven't eaten it before. I'll go too."

"Hehe, it happens that today is Friday. There are no classes tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. You can go find your big brother."

"Okay, then let's make it this way. We will gather at the school gate after school in the afternoon and take a taxi together."

"Why don't you let the family car take us there?"

"What do you know? My mom said that the roadside stalls are all junk food and won't let me eat them. We have to eat them secretly."

"Oh, so that's it. I see."

So, when he got home at noon, Chen Wei told his mother that he didn't need the family car to pick him up after school in the afternoon. He and his classmate's family car would go to his house to play.

Mother Chen didn't think much about it.

Tomorrow is Saturday, so there is no need to rush to do homework. He nodded readily and gave me some extra pocket money.

Chen Wei was very happy.

The classmates who participated in the activities in the class were also like this.

The teachers in class saw that everyone was fidgeting and looking out the window from time to time. They thought that everyone was looking forward to the end of school and not having classes tomorrow, and they were happy.

When they were young, they were also looking forward to Friday the most. The closer it was to the end of school, the more they couldn't sit still, as if there was a nail on their buttocks.

Looking at these children, they are no different from them in their youth.