Chapter 457 453. Harvest Festival Celebration (VIII)
Isn't it eating again?

I came here at nine in the morning and had breakfast from more than twenty stalls.

Watched a Qiang blessing ceremony.

I tasted some Qiang specialties.

We played for a long time at the sports meet.

It’s already past twelve o’clock, so we should have lunch.

"Come on, let me take you to eat something good. Besides the breakfast here, the best thing here is actually fish. I just saw a stall there."

Luo Shaoan said he was eating fish.

As a result, the tree hole was pulled into a shrimp stall.

"Uncle, one is roasted shrimp and the other is fried shrimp with chives."

Luo Shaoan didn't even look at the menu. He ordered first and then told Shudong, "This is shrimp from Zhenba Bailongquan. Bailongquan is a natural spring. They used to make mineral water there. They directly pumped the spring water to make mineral water. Later, because it was inconvenient to transport it, they stopped doing that. Now it has been enclosed into a forest park and a water source protection area. The small river shrimps raised in that spring water are very, very good. Even though they are so small, they are extremely fresh."

Wow, I was looking forward to it when I heard about the tree hole. It’s a forest park, a mineral water spring, and a protected area. The water must be good.

Looking at the shrimps, they turned out to be tiny shrimps as small as the tip of a finger. They had been dried and were very tender and red in color.

The stall owner who sells shrimps is an uncle. He is baking a small pot over a low fire. When the pot is hotter, he sprinkles a small handful of dried shrimps into it and continues to bake it slowly.

After hearing what Luo Shaoan said, he was also surprised, "Do you know where we are?"

"I know. I have eaten it before, and often." Luo Shaoan nodded proudly.

The uncle was even more surprised, "Don't be so rude, kid, there are not many shrimps left, and you can't get them outside."

"谝嘴" means bragging and boasting.

Luo Shaoan was live streaming and answered in Mandarin: "Technician Zhou from the Agricultural Technology Station always brings them to my uncle. I got a lot of them."

The uncle suddenly understood and replied in Mandarin: "Lao Zhou, you are from the Luo family in Ping'angou."

"Yeah, yeah." Luo Shaoan nodded repeatedly.

"No wonder, Old Zhou always mentions your family." The uncle said, grabbing another handful of small shrimps and throwing them into the pot.

This handful of shrimp is a favor.

"No, no need, uncle. If you can't finish it, you can keep it and sell it." Luo Shaoan quickly stopped him.

The uncle glared and said, "What can't you eat?"

"We also want to go eat fish and try more styles."

"Are there any fish here?"

As he spoke, the uncle took out a basin covered with a white cloth from under the table and asked Luo Shaoan to take it and open it.

Luo Shaoan lifted the white cloth and saw that there was half a basin of fried fish inside.

They are very small fish, only as long as a finger, and their body shapes are quite different.

It's small fish.

"I caught it this morning with the shrimps. I'll stew it for you later. It's delicious."

Stewed small fish, also raised in mountain spring water. When Shudong heard this, he nodded quickly and his saliva was about to flow out.

The main thing is that this thing is fresh, fresh in both meanings.

And the saliva in the live broadcast room was also flowing down.

[Small river shrimp, we farm them here for 100 yuan per pound, and sell them for 180 yuan at most]

[It’s not a kind of shrimp, this one is raised with mountain spring water, the kind that can be directly canned into mineral water]

[Or shrimps and small fish raised with mountain spring water in forest parks and water resource protection areas]

[Is this true? Is it that exaggerated?]

[Don’t you see where this place is? Tianhan, there are protected areas everywhere.]

Can people live in protected areas?

To this question, Luo Shaoan could answer, "People who were originally inside can live there, but they have to abide by many rules, which is very troublesome." Then he saw another comment [It's a pity that they are all dead. If they were alive, they would be so much more beautiful]

Luo Shaoan then shouted, "Uncle, why don't you bring some live shrimps and put them on display for people to see?"

"It can't be kept alive. It will die in less than a day." The uncle replied.

“You don’t need to raise them for long. Use them as a sign to let everyone see how good your shrimps are. When they are about to die, take them out and cook and eat them.” Luo Shaoan gave the idea.

"Okay, okay, young man, be more careful. Let's get a can tomorrow." The uncle agreed with a smile.

"Get a transparent tank, it looks nice."

"Okay, okay." The uncle agreed casually, and changed the subject to ask, "Why didn't your parents come?"

"Uncle and aunt are planning to come tomorrow. It will be lively tomorrow."

"Yes, tomorrow will be a busy day. Tomorrow is the real day..."

[I see today is already very lively, isn't it lively enough? ]

The uncle chatted with Luo Shaoan about family matters without stopping his work.

Just three side dishes, very neat.

They were all served on the table soon.

Two small dishes, one dish is roasted shrimps, seasoned with a little salt; the other dish is shrimps fried with chives. The chives used are local winter chives, which have wide leaves and thin roots. They are cut with a slanting knife a few times. The heat is not too high, so the chive leaves are still green, paired with red shrimps, red and green...

This is a dish, the color scheme is different from that of the person.

There was another bowl containing stewed mixed fish. The uncle generously gave half of the small fish to Luo Shaoan, but there were only seven or eight of them.

Luo Shaoan first picked up a small fish, put it into his mouth, and it was gone in a flash, leaving only a big bone.

It has been fried in advance, and the small bones are fried crispy, so there is no need to remove them. The fish meat will fall off just by touching it with your tongue.

Tender, smooth, and fresh~~
Luo Shaoan was so happy that his eyes were narrowed and he was enjoying it so much.

The painting style on the tree hole side is different.

He first picked up a small handful of roasted shrimps and put them carefully into his mouth.

The baked shrimps are crispy and crunchy when chewed, with a little bit of saltiness and a strong fragrance that fills the mouth.

Take another bite of the fried shrimp with leeks. The leeks are crispy and the shrimps are tender, and both have a little bit of toughness. The combination of freshness and spiciness has a different flavor.

Then you see, the tree hole is busy. He feels that chopsticks are not satisfying enough, so he picks up a spoon.

He scooped the baked shrimps with the spoon in his left hand and picked up the fried shrimps with chopsticks in his right hand. He ate both with his head down, without even raising his head.

Not really. I looked up and scooped up a small fish, but it was gone in a flash.

The stall owner was smiling with his hands folded, he just loved seeing the diners enjoying their meal.

But the tens of thousands of viewers in the live broadcast room were not happy at all.

[No, you are eating again! ]

[Why are you eating again? How many meals did you eat today?]

[Eating show? Is it eating show time now? Why aren't you talking? 】

[I cried out, the fried rice in my hand didn’t smell good at all]

[The takeaway hasn't arrived yet, wait, where is the pause?]

[What’s wrong with this anchor? Don’t just eat it. Say something. Does it taste good?]

[How can it be bad? Look at what the tree hole has become]

[No, are the foods in the reserve so delicious? This must be an act.]

[It’s a protected area, or a forest park. The environment must be so good. How can the things raised there be good?]

Unfortunately, the two anchors are not paying attention to the live broadcast room now, they are absent from their posts and not working properly...

(End of this chapter)