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Because of the snowstorm, Farewell Town has shrunk its tourist routes, and the number of tourists will drop significantly in winter. Except for some tourists from the south, most people have little interest in Canada's cold winter.
Therefore, there were not many people in Papa Hickson¡¯s restaurant at this time, only tourists in twos and threes chatting in low voices.
Qin Shiou thought that the old man was worried about business, so he smiled and said: "Okay, dad, I think you should be satisfied, right? The overall income this year should be good, right?"
Father Hixon nodded and said: "Of course, business is really good. Why are you talking about this? Do you want to borrow money?"
As he spoke, the old man laughed, obviously teasing Qin Shiou.
Qin Shiou said: "Then why do you still look sad? Be happy and go outside to see the beautiful snow-white island. What a touching scenery!"
The old man rolled his eyes and said: "Xite, boy, you misunderstood me. I'm not worried about business, but about my wine! You know, my ice wine has always been the best in town. Many people Love my wine, but damn, maybe next year I won¡¯t be able to serve everyone icewine.¡±
"What's wrong?" Qin Shiou asked, he really misunderstood the old man.
Father Hixon was lying in front of the cashier and said sadly: "The cold snap and snow came too early this year. Damn it, the grapes were frozen before they were fully ripe, and there was no way to make wine."
This is not only the case with Father Hickson, the weather across Canada is abnormal, the cold wave swept across the Atlantic coast early, and Ontario¡¯s grape production has also been reduced. It is expected that Canada¡¯s wine industry will suffer a heavy blow this year.
While complaining, the father took out a bottle of ice wine, opened the lid and poured a glass for Qin Shiou and said: "While you can still drink, my child, drink to your heart's content. If you have wine today, you will get drunk today, right?"
Qin Shiou took a sip of his wine and said, "If you want to make wine, why not go check out my grapes? I recently checked the vineyard and found that although my grapes don't bear many fruits, they have full grains and seem to be of good quality."
The old man shrugged and did not take his words to heart. He knew that the grapes in Daqin Fishing Ground were in the first season this year. Such grapes were not suitable for making wine. Moreover, the fishing ground was close to the sea, so the disaster should be more serious.
It was only then that Father Hickson noticed the smoked fish that Qin Shiou brought. He took it into his hand and looked at it. His eyes suddenly lit up and he said, "Who smoked this fish? It's well done and the heat is very good."
He is an expert and can roughly tell the condition of smoked fish from its appearance.
Later, the old man tore off another piece, and the look of surprise on his face became even heavier, and he murmured: "The fish is so tender? There is still a little toughness, which is the result of being smoked and grilled. But why is the fish so tender? There is almost no fishy smell, and it is delicious. So thick, damn, it¡¯s even better than the smoked fish I make, haha.¡±
Qin Shiou also laughed, pointed at himself and said, "This is made from our family's special skill in smoking fish, and you actually said it's not as good as your craftsmanship? Oh, I can't believe it."
The old man said: "This is the fact. You have to believe that the smoked fish I make is the most delicious"
The two were chatting, and the only diners at the table also left. Before leaving, they left a tip of twenty yuan for the old man. The old man didn't let them give it in vain, and gave them a roasted crab leg, saying that it would be fine if he heated it up. As a late night snack.
After the diners left, Qin Shiou was leaving too. The old man wanted to persuade him to stay and eat with him. He said there were still guests at home.
The old man quickly cleared away the dishes on the dining table and said, "Okay, then I'll go to your house too. I think you must be in need of a Western chef tonight."
Qin Shiou didn't refuse. It just so happened that no one was cooking Western food after Wei Ni became pregnant. It would be best if Father Hickson was willing to help.
Of course, he will let his father take a look at his grapes. He thinks they can be used to make wine. The quality may be average due to the first batch, but it is better than the frozen grapes of his father, right?
Qin Shiou opened the car door to pick up the old man, but the old man entered the garage and drove out his car. He rolled down the window, patted the car door and said with a smile, "I feel more comfortable driving my old friend."
Father Hickson owns the oldest pickup truck in town, which is now a Ford F150.
Ford F150 is the most classic pickup truck in North America. The first generation was born in 1948, and until today, it has been derived for twelve generations. If the F150 is compared to a family, then this is really a big family.
Father Hickson's F150 is the sixth-generation pickup truck launched in 1973. The model looks very primitive compared to today, but its durability is very good. In fact, the sixth-generation F150 is the most praised one in Ford's history. Pickup truck, it's durable, lots ofThe application of galvanized sheets can effectively prevent corrosion and aging.
The old man drove the car into the snow. The roar of the engine was still very low and powerful, like a strong old cow. It was obvious that Hickson took good care of this car. The paint was smooth and clear, and every part was well maintained. good.
Qin Shiou walked over and leaned against the car window and said, "This car is really good. It's amazing how it can start up in such a cold day."
The old man said proudly: "My old buddy has been to the Arctic. When we were young, we traveled across Canada together. He is a stubborn and strong old man."
"Just like you."
"Haha, you're right, you brat, just like me, an old guy!"
From a distance, this car looks well maintained, but up close it looks a little worn out. There were originally two silver metal grilles on the front of the car, with an aluminum horizontal bar in the middle. Now the grilles are severely twisted.
In addition, the front of the car originally had the Ford logo, which was the four letters "ford". These four letters should be small. Now they are large letters, which were obviously replaced later.
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: No problem. The old man started driving first, followed by Qin Shiou, ready to respond if anything happened.
The car drove into the fishing ground. Without going to the villa first, Father Hixon followed Qin Shiou directly to the vineyard.
The vineyard stretches for hundreds of acres. For a truly large vineyard, this is obviously not enough, but for a private person, it is already large enough.
Today¡¯s vineyards no longer have the lush greenery of summer and autumn, and bunches of grapes hang dejectedly on the vines.
The leaves have long since fallen, and even if there are a few leaves that have not fallen, they have turned into a dry yellow-brown color. They are unable to float in the sea breeze, and it seems that they will fall soon.
Of course, the current vineyards are not all dry and yellow. There are also red grapes, green grapes and black grapes rippling in the wind, adding a bit of elegance to the dead branches and leaves.
Qin Shiou picked a red grape at random. It was cold and crisp. When he chewed it, it felt like a small ice grenade exploded in his mouth. It was very sweet and refreshing.
He asked Father Hickson to try it, but the old man picked a Riesling.
Riesling is specially used to make wine. If you eat it directly, the taste is not very good because of its thick skin, less meat, more juice and small particles.
But after eating the grape berries, Father Hickson was filled with joy. He looked at Qin Shiou in surprise and said, "What the hell. Your grapes are very good and suitable for making wine!" (Remember the website address: www. hlnovel.com