>Transformed into the 109th general of Water Margin, I squatted at the grilled fish stall on the pier.
>"Guest sir, is it slightly spicy, medium spicy, abnormally spicy?" I smiled and put the fish on the shelf.
>Li Kui slapped the table and shouted: "Bring Sajia the most numb one!"
>He turned around and stuffed me in the belly with a secret message: "That fellow Gao Qiu is going to attack the mountain."
>Wu tried it with a swinging fan. It was so spicy that he shed tears and asked: "Does the boss have any prescription to relieve the spicy food?"
>I handed over the sour plum soup: "Commander, this soup relieves spicy food and relieves the 'fire in the heart'."
>After closing time late at night, Du Qian and Song Wan knocked on the door in the dark: "Brother, the new undercover agent from the court..."
>I held the grilled fish sticks and chuckled: "I've expected it. Tomorrow's special dish will be 'pickled fish' - just for treating dissatisfaction."
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The bluestone pier was sizzling with oil in the late June sun, like a big iron that had just been pulled out of the stove. The air is filled with the unique fishy smell of the lake, the rotten smell from the mud on the shore, and a... Overbearing and alluring burnt spicy taste.
This source is under the old willow tree by the water bank. There was a greasy cloth shed, with a simple stove made of mud bricks underneath, and the charcoal fire was burning brightly and red. Several plump grass carps were skewered on rough iron skewers, and I turned them around. The hot fish skin first tightened under the kiss of the charcoal fire, and then the fine oil bubbles exploded with a "sting" sound, and golden oil oozed out. The grease dripped onto the charcoal fire, and a small cluster of green smoke with a burnt aroma rose.
"Zi la——!"
