Today, my mom made one of her best dishes-sour pickled fish. Mom first bought a fish and a bag of sauerkraut. She first flayed and cleaned the fish, carefully kicked off the spines, peeled off the flesh, carefully cut it into slices, mixed it with egg white and seasoning powder, and put it aside. Mom then put the sauerkraut and some seasonings into the pan and stir-fried them, then put in some water, and when the water boiled, poured in the fish slices and then cooked them. Looking at these, I thought I would be able to eat the smooth fish fillets and spicy fish soup in a while, my heart is very beautiful. Not long after, the house wafted out a burst of tantalizing aroma, the aroma is too fragrant, filled the entire kitchen. Mom put the pickled fish on the table, only to see the fish soup is still turning bubbles, pickled cabbage and snow-white fish slices, some floating on the surface of the soup, some have been sunk into the soup, the soup surface is also floating a layer of oil, exudes a sour and spicy flavor. I couldn't wait to start the "salvage operation", wow, the fish slices are so rotten ah, smooth and tender, sour and crispy, tasted so flavorful dishes, my chopsticks can't let go. However, eat, eat, I feel hot and spicy, tongue like a film, mouth seems to be able to spit fire, tears flow, can really pickled fish ah, and numb and spicy.