Fish often go to the country to buy mackerel, not the kind in the market, but the kind of wild mackerel in a friend ' s freshwater pond, although not big, but fresh meat. The big ones came back to cook soup, to cook eggs for the children, and the little ones gave their husbands wine food, but not just wine food. The red ones were pretty much cooked, which would condensate this day, and the next morning they were very delicious, and the fish slaughter was a little fishy, and each time they knocked on the head with a knife and knocked out. But it's easy to burn fish.
