Chapter 337 Mandarin Fish

Ling Ran carefully parked the Jetta in his garage. After closing the door, he went around the car for a while. Before leaving, he thought about it again. He found a car cover from the corner and put it on it.

Although the Jetta is cheap to repair, only a few hundred to one thousand yuan, but it is always a little troublesome, you can't call online car-hailing every day.

Ling Ran took good care of it as much as possible, and then locked the garage door. He's 11 years old on his first bike and hopes the much more expensive Jetta will surpass that record.

The clinic at 8 o'clock was still quite lively.

People who see a doctor, people who buy medicine, people who get massage, and people who just chat, are divided into several piles in the yard, and each enjoys his own time.

The large courtyard of Xiagou Clinic is like Xiagou Lane, and even the neighborhood activity center of several old alleys nearby.

Ling Jie Porridge, who came back from playing in Europe, chatted in the yard with a smile, heated water in the old man’s thermos cup, and handed blankets to the old lady. The only thing is that there are many people. Today's Xiagou Clinic is just like his dream.

Tao Ping was sitting behind the tea table on the second floor, entertaining young sisters and fake girlfriends of the same age, and handing over the purchased products from various countries to them.

In the area of ​​Xiagou, Tao Ping is the absolute fashion leader and vane.

In the past 20 years, when Tao Ping puts on a windbreaker in spring, the windbreaker will flutter in the alley; when Tao Ping starts to try T-shirts, the T-shirts in the night market will be hot...

Not only women of her age, but also young girls and real middle-aged women who are not in Tao Ping's social circle will also pay attention to Tao Ping's clothing, cosmetics, hobbies...

This time, when Tao Ping went abroad, she maxed out many credit cards just by purchasing goods for the people around her. The mileage exchanged by the credit card points was enough to redeem the business class between China and France.

"Did you hit it back?" Ling Jieju had heard the sound of the car entering the garage a long time ago, and poured him a cup of hot water on purpose.

After Ling Ran drank the hot water, his whole body felt warm. After all the rice his father had cooked for so many years, hot water was the best.

"Doctor Ling is back." In the kitchen, Lu Jinling saw Ling Ran, and immediately jumped out, holding an arm-long mandarin fish in her left hand, wagging her tail desperately.

Lu Jinling raised the saber in her right hand, and the back of the saber fell down, making a big mandarin fish dizzy.

"Did you buy it? Such a big mandarin fish?" Ling Ran was very surprised when he saw the mandarin fish with a sharp beak and back.

Lu Jinling smiled: "I fished with lures. Is it tough? A mandarin mandarin fish with a pouty mouth that weighs five catties and six taels."

"Fifty-six taels?" Ling Ran felt inexplicably uncomfortable when he recalled the 55 treasure chests he had obtained.

Lu Jinling didn't understand why, so she said emphatically: "Only the mandarin mandarin fish with the cocked mouth can grow so big. The big-eyed mandarin fish can't grow until it reaches 5 catties. I caught it in Liangzi Lake, and I immediately got someone to airlift it back."

Ling Ran nodded curiously.

"There are seven kinds of mandarin fish in China. Although the cocked mandarin fish is the most, it is also the most traditional mandarin fish, especially the wild and large ones, which are delicious in any way." Lu Jinling said, mentioning the mandarin fish. Yu, said: "Such a big one is actually very suitable for hot pot. Ling Ran, you like to eat hot pot, right?"

Ling Ran nodded again.

Lu Jinling raised her thumbs up, turned around and carried the fish into the kitchen.

She is a girl who grew up in the fish market, and she is the best at cutting fish and cooking them.

Ling Jie congee coughed twice, and shouted, "Closing at 9 o'clock, get off work is off at 9 o'clock."

The neighbors in the neighborhood looked at him lazily, and laughed when they had time: "It's not a treat to eat hot pot."

"Eating hot pot at night is not healthy."

"Such a big fish, you can't finish it."

Ling Jie porridge turned a blind eye, went around and collected all the money.

After all the neighbors talked, they still dispersed slowly.

After the clinic door was closed, Ling Jieju immediately moved out the square table for eating hot pot from the utility room, matched it with a few stools, and lit a fire under the starry sky.

Lu Jinling served the cut fish fillets to the table,

Then I made a pot bottom of white soup, served it with sauce, and said, "I cut it thinly, so it can be like shabu-shabu belly, up and down."

Tao Ping nodded first, sat at the table with bright eyes, and praised: "Xiao Lu's knife skills are really good."

"The more you chop, the more you can practice." Lu Jinling sat down next to Ling Ran, earnestly and modestly.

Recently, Dong Sheng, who was doing illegal work in the clinic to earn money for Ma Yinglong, was also wearing a khaki shaman robe, sitting at the table, cutting a plate of cucumbers for himself, holding a carrot in his hand and silently gnawing on it.

Everything was ready, under Lu Jinling's guidance, Ling Ran took a thin slice of fish, entered the water eight times and exited the water seven times while Lu Jinling cheered, and then hesitated...

"Pick it up, and if you lift it a little higher, it will be up and down." Tao Ping knew her son too well, and solved his troubles with one sentence.

Ling Ran suddenly realized that after doing the same, he stuffed the fish fillet into the bottom, and it was indeed extremely tender, extremely fragrant, and irresistibly fresh.

"The mandarin fish that the ancients ate was the squid mandarin fish. You can see it in the pictures." Lu Jinling raised her hair, she lost a little bit of the fierceness when riding a motorcycle, and said in an introductory tone: "The large mandarin fish that can be eaten now The fish are the cocked-mouthed mandarin fish and the big-eyed mandarin fish, both of which are very similar, and the spotted mandarin fish can also be eaten, but they are not as aggressive as the cocked-mouthed mandarin fish.”

"Fresh seafood." Tao Ping nodded in approval.

"Yes, yes." Lu Jinling nodded quickly, and said again: "I think the corrugated mandarin fish is also delicious, but I haven't encountered it this time. By the way, there is also Liuzhou mandarin fish. The soup is delicious, and it is a specialty of Liuzhou. The species with the smallest distribution among mandarin fish."

After finishing speaking, Lu Jinling added another sentence: "The Lijiang mandarin fish used to be counted, but after being expelled, it can only be regarded as a place where the dark mandarin mandarin fish is grown."

"You have studied mandarin fish thoroughly." Tao Ping praised again.

Lu Jinling's face beamed with praise, and she said, "I just like to eat mandarin fish, so I often take a look at it, Dr. Ling...do you like mandarin fish?"

"It's delicious." Ling Ran nodded in satisfaction.

When being fed by his father on weekdays, Ling Ran was not too picky about food, but as a young man who often tasted Tao Ping's food, Ling Ran's sense of taste was still very developed.

Mandarin fish is originally a very delicious fish species. Traditionally, it is a rare and valuable fish together with grouper, saury and Yellow River carp.

The wild cocked mandarin fish is also the best among mandarin fish.

In fact, modern cultured mandarin fish is quite delicious. If it weren’t for the scientists’ efforts to develop and research hybrid mandarin fish, mandarin fish could be bought with eyes closed, and they are all delicious.

Lu Jinling grew up eating fish, so her requirements were naturally higher.

But for this fish, Lu Jinling was also very confident. She picked up the fish fillet with her serving chopsticks, put it into Ling Ran's bowl enthusiastically, and said, "If you like it, eat more, there are many more."

Click click click.

The little novice Dongsheng was chewing the radish, watching his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose.

Boom.

There was a soft knock on the door of the clinic.

Ling Jieju jumped up and shouted, "Are you seeing a doctor?"

Those who open clinics still prefer emergency services.

The people outside hesitated for a few seconds and did not speak immediately.

Ling Jie congee said, "If it's a pharmaceutical company, let's talk about it tomorrow morning."

"Um... I'm Dr. Ling's colleague, and my name is Zuo Cidian." Zuo Cidian outside the door was holding the gift box with a slightly nervous attitude.

For him, door-to-door gift giving is also a routine operation. Although it is a little rough in the villages and towns, Comrade Zuo Cidian believes that it is not surprising that there are many gifts.

Ling Ran nodded to his father, opened the door and asked first, "Is there an emergency?"

"I brought some special products from my hometown, and I'll bring them here for you to taste." Zuo Cidian smiled, with a slight humility of giving gifts all the year round.

"Thank you." Ling Ran thanked him first, which is the etiquette of receiving gifts all the year round.

"It's Ling Ran's colleague, come in and have some hot pot." Ling Jiecong looked at Zuo Cidian's age and was a little uncertain, so he also stood up and pulled him into his seat.

"Sorry, sorry." Zuo Cidian humbly.

"Mandarin fish hotpot." Ling Ran didn't say much, but he introduced it as best he could.

"Oh, I'm really bothering you." Zuo Cidian said the scene.

"It's hard for you to have surgery every morning." Ling Ran said, picked up the serving chopsticks, and picked up a piece of cooked mandarin fish for Zuo Cidian.

Zuo Cidian, who was accustomed to Ling Ran's commanding tone every day, was suddenly a little dazed.

He hurriedly picked up the fish fillet and stuffed it into his mouth, without caring about tasting it, he picked up the teacup to drink water, covering the mist in his eyes with thick hot air.

"Compared to the hardships of life, work is not hard at all." Zuo Cidian's voice was low, with a habitual and humble smile on his face, but hopeful eyes in his eyes.