The boat sways, facing the mountains and rivers on both shores, the scenery is endlessly beautiful.
Xiang Ying rolls up her sleeves and deftly slices the fish into thin pieces as transparent as cicada wings.
She lays pickled vegetables at the bottom, spreads the fish slices on top, and pours a spoonful of spicy chili oil she fried herself.
The children actually can't handle spicy food, but following Xiang Ying, they have also begun to crave the taste.
This time, Xiang Ying made three pots of sauerkraut fish.
She distributed all of them.
Xiang Li and their group received the most, the rest was given to the soldiers.
Xiang Yuanlang saw Xiang Ying had only drunk a bowl of fish soup and proactively handed her the fish meat from his own bowl.
"You eat it, I'm too full." The little guy's voice was deliberately indifferent.
Xiang Ying smiled and patted his head: "You've just started eating, how could you be full? Mother is not hungry, you guys eat."
