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Seeing this scene, everyone laughed. Winnie pulled the melon back and gave her a fried loach to eat.
Despite its young age, the melon is unambiguous when it comes to eating. The loach is delicious and not delicious. Delicious means it tastes good, and bad means it is not easy to eat. It has many small thorns, so it will grow into an adult after being fried. People chew it directly and swallow it, but children have a lot more difficulty eating it.
The melon's plump little mouth was very dexterous. It bit off half of the loach in one bite. The lips of the small mouth flew up and down. It quickly spit out the small thorns. It opened its mouth and sprayed it on the ground. Not much meat came out. , Mao Weilong and Liu Shuyan were speechless as they watched.
Duoduo also delicately grabbed one and ate it, but after swallowing it, she became teary-eyed. She grabbed Mao Weilong's arm and coughed: "Kaka, dad, kaka, it's stuck. It feels so uncomfortable"
Mao Weilong thinks that his eldest daughter¡¯s voice is the most delicate, because Duoduo couldn¡¯t speak before, but now she can speak with great difficulty, and he doesn¡¯t want to go back to the old life under any circumstances.
The melon was still eating with her little mouth closed, holding a loach in each of her two chubby hands. Later, Winnie fed her a grilled lamb chop. She threw away the loach and replaced it with a small piece of lamb chop, taking a bite from the left. Loach took a bite of the mutton chop and happily ate it.
" Duoduo could only look on with envy. Mao Weilong used a local method to treat the fish bone stuck in her throat, which was to make her drink vinegar in small sips. Duoduo's pretty face was sour and wrinkled, and she was miserable.
After teasing the children and the bully dog, eating loach, eels and fragrant lamb chops, and drinking cold fresh beer, the dinner ended happily.
Getting up early the next day, Qin Shiou and others once again devoted themselves to farm work. Mao Weilong's farm originally had more than 1,200 acres. Later, he annexed a small farm next to it, and the total area reached about 1,800 acres, of which More than 1,000 acres have been planted with corn. He has already worked 400 acres by himself before, so the remaining 600 acres will be finished after one more day of work.
Seeing the truckloads of corn kernels being delivered into the storage tank, Mao Weilong was greatly moved and said: "Damn, there are so many people to work with. I worked so hard on my own that I only managed 400 acres in a week. The four of us , you can do nearly double that in less than two days.¡±
There are countless corns grown in more than a thousand acres of corn fields, and they cannot all mature at the same time. Some corns will have dried up if they ripen in advance, and some are still green corns. It doesn¡¯t matter if you dry corn, but green corn cannot be put into storage tanks because the humidity is too high, otherwise it will easily cause mold to spread. These corns have been selected. Mao Weilong said that they should be made into silage feed and sold. Qin Shiou saw that the corn kernels were full, strong and shiny. Okay, I said you can grill it for lunch.
Mao Weilong felt embarrassed. We had been working all morning, so we couldn¡¯t just roast a few corns at noon, right? In this way, he still has potatoes in the field, and they taste good, so let's add a few roasted potatoes
Just like when he was a child, Qin Shiou gathered some dry corn stalks and firewood, lit a bonfire, and grilled the corn on skewers. As a result, some of the corn stalks were wet. After they were ignited, a flame started, and thick smoke filled the air. Because there was no wind today, the smoke turned into a column of smoke and shot straight into the sky.
Heidao stared at it and said, "Boss, didn't we use an oven last night? Is it better to use an oven to roast corn?"
Indeed, the flames of such a bonfire are very large, and the green corn is so delicate that it will be scorched if you are not careful.
Qin Shiou chuckled and said, "This is about the feeling of eating it, the feeling of being a teenager."
Mao Weilong prepared peanut oil, and kept adding oil during the roasting process, so that if he was careful, it would rarely burn. Mao Weilong set up a pot on the fire, put the corn in it and cooked it. He still couldn't believe Qin Shiou's craftsmanship.
After two corns were roasted, Qin Shiou handed one to Heidao, held one in his arms and started to eat it.
Because of the peanut oil, the roasted corn tastes particularly fragrant and sweet. Although it is not sticky corn, it tastes good.
After gnawing on a piece of corn, Qin Shiou thought it was delicious and started grilling it again. Heidao didn't like grilled corn. He only ate barbecue and grilled fish. If he wanted to eat grains, he would rather eat boiled ones. Qin Shiou roasted it and divided it. Give it to him and he will be grateful.
"What's wrong, are you full?" Qin Shiou asked vaguely while chewing corn.
Hei Dao smiled dryly and said: "Of course not, it's just boss. Eating roasted food can easily cause cancer."
Qin Shiou sneered: "Your sister, why aren't you afraid of getting cancer when you eat barbecue?"
Hei Dao said of course: "The barbecue tastes so delicious, who can refuse it? I am willing to risk cancer by eating barbecue, butEat grilled corn intentionally and risk cancer. "
The water in the pot was boiling and the corn was cooked. Mao Weilong took it out and handed it to Heidao and BB Shuang. The two ate it with relish, nodding their heads and saying that the corn was delicious.
Qin Shiou waited until the corn was cooked and planned to spread the firewood. At this time, a police car roared into the farm. When Mao Weilong heard the siren, he looked up strangely and said, "What's wrong? What are the police here for?"
Qin Shiou spread the bonfire, dug out the big potatoes buried in the ground, and said with a smile, "Are you here to help with the work?"
Mao Weilong curled his lips and said: "I don't dare to ask for this. Damn it, these Canadian Mounted Police are not our people's police, they are just a bunch of uncles."
After hearing this, Qin Shiou was reluctant and said: "Brother, you are telling lies with your eyes open. Anyway, as far as I know, when it comes to the police, Canada is crushing them in all aspects, regardless of service or sense of responsibility. You said riding The police are the boss? Then your father¡¯s colleagues and subordinates in China are the ancestors, and we wish that we, the common people, could support them."
The police car stopped in front of the building for a moment, and then slowly drove over. The two policemen behind got out of the car seriously and asked in a stern tone: "Were you lighting the fire just now?"
Mao Weilong nodded and said: "Yes, but we are not lighting a fire, but cooking and making barbecue. What we are roasting is corn and potatoes."
After a pause, the expressions of the two policemen softened. The older policeman came over and looked at the bonfire, and said unhappily: "Why don't you use an oven for barbecue? We received a call about your farm. There was a fire, and your neighbor claimed that he just saw a thick plume of smoke flying into the sky, what's going on?"
Only Qin Shiou could carry this pot. Roasting corn was his choice and he was the one who made the bonfire. So he went up and asked, "Guys, there might be some misunderstanding here? We just roasted something to eat. If this has caused panic to the surrounding neighbors, then we are willing to apologize." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com