"We don't have any oil here, so how can we stir-fry celery?" Wu Qinghe asked in confusion.
Li Xiaoran smiled and spoke in riddles.
"When my husband comes back, there'll be oil!"
When Wu Qinghe heard Li Xiaoran's words, he thought of something and didn't say anything else.
The fish had already been cut open and washed. After Li Xiaoran washed her hands with water, she took out the salt she carried and smeared it on the fish.
"Oh right, I also found some wild onions and ginger by the river. I'll dig some and use them to marinate the fish!" Wu Qinghe thought of something and stood up to walk towards the river.
Soon, the tender ginger and wild onions were brought back. Then, Li Xiaoran took some and stuffed them into the fish's stomach.
"Wu Qinghe, go pick some big leaves from over there. Then, go to the river to wash them and bring them over quickly. It's better to marinate these fish on the tree!"
