God of Fishing

He Xiaoyu's mother cried like a teardropper, unable to leave her daughter.

He Mingtang was also very sad. He gave all his heart and soul to his daughter. He raised her so well, he couldn't bear to leave her side.

He Xiaoyu herself cried rarely and held her mother against the boat.

Mayor: "Cough! Fish! After all, you don't go to town. You come back every year. ”

He Mingtang: “Go! Remember that you are my daughter He Mingtang, you are a fae soul beast, even in town, you are the best. ”

He Xiaoyu: “Father, I must study carefully and strive to become a big fisherman soon. ”

At this time, Han Fei went forward: “Well, He Xiaoyu, I heard that people in town started out especially high and strong. I estimate that you practice stick method while also practicing other methods..." "This knife is left to me by Tang Gong. If it's okay with you, put it on yourself. If someone bullies you, you cut him. ”

He Mingtang glanced at Han Fei. Is my daughter the kind of person who chops people up?

“Huh! This knife...”

As soon as the mayor's eyes lit up, he took the knife and took a look at it. Then he pulled out the knife and fishdagger from He Mingtang's body. The two knives were cut apart, and the knife and fishdagger were instantly cut in two.

Everyone's eyes lit, and the village chief was surprised: "Is this a mortar? And at least it's a treasure knife that's even classy. ”

He Xiaoyu also opened his eyes. He only heard of it and never used it.

Han Fei gave up his head: “It's nothing. It's just a knife! The knife is used to chop people, I don't chop people, it's not suitable for me. ”

You're not going to chop people up? You poke the young lord of the Tigerhead gang, you don't chop people, you poke people.

He Xiaoyu was delighted to take over the knife, and felt the cold body of the knife. He couldn't help but say: “What's the name of this knife? ”

Han Fei: “A knife is a knife. What's your name? If you want to get up, get up. ”

He Xiaoyu hummed, holding the knife and loving to let go: “This knife is black and white, the blade is cold light photography, why not call it black and white knife? ”

"“ … "

Wang Baiyu on the same fishing boat, turn your eyes directly. What's the difference between your name and nothing?

Han is speechless: “Whatever you like, whatever you want. ”

He Xiaoyu: “Thank you Han Fei, when I get back from town, I'll cover you. ”

Han Fei: “Speak up, you may not believe that I can kill an ironhead fish with a fist, I need you to cover it? ”

He Xiaoyu: “Blow it! ”

The mayor interrupted the two: "Okay, time's up, Han Fei. Are you sure you don't want to come with us? ”

Han Fei: “No, Grandpa, there are a lot of things waiting for me. ”

The mayor wants to kick this kid's ass. He's like you're the mayor of the village. There's a lot of things waiting for you. Who are you?

The fishing boat lifted up and everyone waved.

Until the boat disappeared into the clouds, He Mingtang said: "Han Fei, that knife..."

Han Fei: “Teacher He, it's just a knife. Tang Guo left me more than one! ”

He Mingtang: "…”

Naturally, this knife was not reserved by Tang Gong, but was refined by Han Fei with Wolf Lee's iron stick and nearly fifty daggers from the original fishing trial. Its quality is more than just a mediocre product, but a superb one.

……

Plantation.

Han Fei walked in with a barbecue and spirits.

Han Fei: “Old man, I'm back. ”

The old man lifted his eyelids: “Son of a bitch, you know that if you don't come back, the land will be deserted. ”

Han Fei said, “Have you always lost your temper? ”

The old man didn't hesitate to say, "Should people be happy when they get old? Aren't they tired of planting something? ”

Han Fei's stupid eyes, I'm not tired when I'm tired! I've been exhausted in the last few days.

Han Fei threw the wine on the table, hummed into the ground, sat on the floor, where was the last progress? It's like infusing the ground with a lot of spiritual energy.

Han Fei has begun to experiment, and already has the guts to throw it into the ground.

The old man grabs a garlic shrimp and eats it while he thinks about it.

“Huh! This kid is at his peak? ”

The old man's mouth is shaking a little. Do you think all the young people are so sick now? There are no shortage of 12-year-old class IX fishermen in town, even 12-year-old fishermen, but there are no 12-year-old fishermen in town who kill fishermen.

……

A month later.

Old Han Fei and Jiang are standing in front of a large tank with thick fish skin on it.

Old Man: "Are you sure it worked? ”

Han Fei: “No mistake, but if it succeeds, the cylinder will be exposed for some time after opening. ”

Old man: “Are you sure what this is called? Vinegar, vinegar. This stuff tastes good? ”

Han Fei: “Of course it's not good to eat alone, but how many more kinds of spiritual fruits are there to eat alone in this garden? ”

The old man nodded, and Han Fei seemed to have a natural gift in cooking, and the old man had no say whatsoever.

But Han Fei took out a knife and daggered a hole in the skin, and suddenly the sour smell came out of the tank.

The old man was somewhat disgusted: “It smells awful. ”

Han Fei: “Something often doesn't smell good, but it's best to eat. ”

Old man: “Try this semi-finished product first, maybe it will be half as good. ”

Han Fei: “Try it? ”

Old man: “Try it. ”

……

Jiang Qin began to take a break after playing Han very much on the plantation. At this moment, he was returning from the outside and saw the old man and two other people surrounding a large tank.

Jiang Qin: “What are you doing? ”

Han Fei, old man: “Secret! ”

Jiang Qin: “Huh! ”

After learning how to spread spirituality in the land, Han Fei began to be unreasonable and began to drum all sorts of messy things, mainly drumming food.

At first, the old man was disdainful, but when he tried the black dishes of Han Fei, he began to study them with Han Fei. He said that it was a great joy in his life. He had never eaten good food before, but I didn't expect to be able to enjoy it all the time.

Half an hour later.

The three of them surrounded the table with a large plate of cold mixed seaweed and a large plate of drunk shrimp, as well as three large sweet potatoes.

The roasted sweet potatoes, both old people and Jiangqin, loved them raw before. I didn't expect them to taste better, but the two dishes in front of them made them a little reluctant to do it.

Old man: "Are you sure you're not lying to me? Isn't this seagrass? Can you eat seagrass? And here, the little white shrimp is still alive, still moving. ”

Han Fei: “Can't you eat grass? Bugs eat grass, too! ”

Old man: "That's a bug. Are you a bug? ”

Han non-white eyes: “Worms are small in front of people. People in front of the heavens and the earth do not taste as small as dust. Bugs can eat grass, people can eat it. Besides, this little white shrimp has a taste only if it's alive, and it doesn't taste good when it's dead. ”

Han Fei made it easy to say, and it turned out that neither Jiang Old Man nor Jiang Qin moved chopsticks.

Han Fei looked at the two men with contempt, beautifully clamped a little white shrimp into his mouth, sneaked out a shrimp shell, and the clear shrimp meat had gone into his stomach.

Old Jiang and Jiang Qin looked at each other, and the corner of his mouth moved. Looking at Han Fei as if he enjoyed himself, he couldn't help but pinch one into his mouth and try it.

As a result, he just put it in his mouth. When the old man's eyes lit up, the scholar Han Fei snuck up and spit out a shrimp shell.

Old man: "Is this vinegar? ”

Han Fei: “How do you feel? ”

Old man: “Very good, this stuff is easy to make, fast, and it takes a long time to make a cylinder, it's good...”

Jiang Qin frowned and wondered if the old man was lying to himself. However, a few tries of Han Fei's craftsmanship were very good, so she finally moved her chopsticks.

When the little white shrimp was anesthetized, the smoothness, the feeling of life beating on her tongue, the intense aroma of wine, and the sour, slippery, not bad sauce, suddenly made her eyes squint, delicious.

Jiang Qin: “Where's this seaweed? ”

Han Fei smiled: "Xiaoqin, do you want to try it? ”

With the drunken shrimp in front, Jiang Qin didn't object, so he moved the chopsticks directly.

Half an hour later, a plate of cold mixed shrimp and drunken shrimp went mostly into the belly of old Jiang and Jiang Qin, but neither of the roasted sweet potatoes had moved.

A moment later, the old man lay lazily on the chair, chewing on the roasted sweet potatoes in his mouth, so it didn't moisturize.

"" Han Boy, I think you'd be very welcome to be a cook if you didn't become a psychic in the future. ”

Han Fei: “I'm not interested in cooking for so many people, I mainly cook for myself. ”

Suddenly, Han Fei saw Jiang Qin give him a color and seemed to let himself go with her.

……

Deep in the garden.

Han Fei: "Xiaoqin, what is it? Sneaky. ”

Jiang Qin was still cold, and she looked seriously at Han Feiduo: “Do you want to learn war skills? ”