Golden Fishery

Seeing this scene, everyone laughed, and Wei Ni pulled the melon back, stuffed her with a piece of fried loach and ate it. ═┝┟╞.﹝.

Regardless of the young age of the melon, it is unambiguous to eat. The loach is not delicious. It tastes good, and it is not easy to eat. It has a lot of small thorns, so it becomes an adult after frying People chew and swallow directly, but children have a lot of effort to eat.

The small mouth of the melon meat is very dexterous, biting off half of the loach in one bite, the lips of the small mouth fluttered up and down, and quickly spit out small thorns, opened the mouth and sprayed on the ground, not much meat came out , Mao Weilong and Liu Shuyan were constantly speechless.

Dodo also delicately grabbed one and ate it, but after swallowing it, she became teary-eyed and coughed dryly while grabbing Mao Weilong's arm: "Kaka, Dad, Kaka, it's stuck, it's so uncomfortable..."

Mao Weilong's voice is the most delicate to his eldest daughter, because Dodo couldn't speak before, but now he can speak with difficulty, and he doesn't want to go back to the old life anyway.

The melon was still eating with its mouth shut, and each of the two chubby hands was holding a loach. Later, Wei Ni fed her a mouthful of grilled lamb chops. She threw away the loach and replaced it with a small piece of lamb chops. Loach enjoyed a bite of lamb chops.

Duo Duo could only watch enviously, Mao Weilong used simple methods to treat the fishbone stuck in her throat, that is, let her take a sip of vinegar, so Duo Duo's pretty face was wrinkled and wrinkled, miserable. ◊┝┠.

Playing with children and bully dogs, eating loach eels and fragrant lamb chops, drinking cold fresh beer, a happy end to a dinner.

Waking up early the next morning, Qin Shiou and others put themselves into farm work again. Mao Weilong's farm originally had more than 1,200 acres, and later he merged a small farm next to it, with a total area of ​​about 1,800 acres. More than 1,000 acres of corn have been planted, and he has already dried 400 acres by himself before, so the remaining 600 acres will be finished with one more day today.

Seeing the carts of corn kernels being sent into the storage tank, Mao Weilong was greatly moved. Said: "Damn it, what a good man. I worked so hard and worked so hard that I only managed 400 mu in a week. The four of us can do nearly twice as much in less than two days."

There are countless corns planted in more than 1,000 acres of corn fields, and it is impossible to mature at the same time. Some of them will be dried out if they are ripe ahead of time, and some are still green corn. Dry corn is okay, green corn is too high in humidity. It cannot be sent into storage tanks, otherwise it will easily cause mold to flood. These corns have been selected. Mao Weilong said that they will be sold as silage feed. Qin Shiou saw that the corn kernels are plump, firm and shiny, and said that they can be roasted at noon.

Mao Weilong felt embarrassed, everyone had been working all morning, so they couldn't just roast a few corns at noon, right? In this way, there are still potatoes in his field, and the taste is not bad. ┝╪. "﹝.

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Just like when he was a child, Qin Shiou packed up some dry corn stalks and firewood, lit a bonfire, and roasted the corn on iron poles. As a result, some of the corn stalks were wet, and when they were ignited, a flame ignited, and thick smoke filled the air. Because there was no wind today, the smoke turned into a column of smoke and rushed straight to the sky.

Hei Knife stared straight at it, and said, "Didn't we use the oven last night? Is it better to use the oven to roast corn?"

Indeed, the flames of such a bonfire are huge, and the green corn is so delicate that it will burn if one is not careful.

Qin Shiou giggled and said, "This is what you eat. The feeling when you were a teenager."

Mao Weilong prepared peanut oil, and kept oiling it during the roasting process, so that it would rarely burn if he was careful. Mao Weilong set up a pot on the fire and boiled the corn in it. He still couldn't trust Qin Shiou's craftsmanship.

Roast two corns. Qin Shiou handed Hei Dao one, held one and began to chew on it.

Because of the peanut oil, the roasted corn tastes very fragrant and sweet. Although it is not sticky corn, it tastes good.

After eating a piece of corn, Qin Shiou thought it was delicious and started grilling it again. Heidao didn't like grilled corn. He only ate grilled meat and fish. If he wanted to eat miscellaneous grains, he would rather eat boiled ones. If you give it to him, he will thank you.

"What's the matter, are you full?" Qin Shiou asked vaguely while gnawing on the corn.

Hei Knife smiled dryly: "Of course not, it's just that eating baked things is easy to get cancer."

Qin Shiou sneered and said, "Your sister, why aren't you afraid of getting cancer when you eat barbecue?"

Hei Knife said as a matter of course: "The barbecue tastes so delicious, who can refuse? I am willing to risk cancer by eating barbecue, but I am not willing to risk cancer by eating roasted corn."

The water in the pot boiled, and the corn was cooked. Mao Weilong took it out and handed it to Heidao and BB Cream. 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. Mao Weilong looked up strangely when he heard the siren, and said, "What's the matter, what are the police here for?"

Qin Shiou flattened 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 pursed his lips and said, "I don't dare to ask for extravagance. Damn it, the Canadian Mounted Police are not our people's police, they are a group of uncles."

Qin Shiou was unwilling after hearing this, and said: "Brother, you are talking nonsense with your eyes open. Anyway, as far as I know, in terms of police service and responsibility, Canada is crushed in all aspects. You said riding The police are uncles? Then your father’s colleagues and subordinates in China are the ancestors, and I wish we ordinary people would support them.”

The police car stopped in front of the building for a while, and then slowly drove over. The two policemen behind got out of the car seriously, and asked in a very stern tone: "Are you guys lighting the fire just now?"

Mao Weilong nodded and said: "Yes, but we are not lighting a fire, but cooking and grilling. We are roasting corn and potatoes."

After a pause, the expressions of the two policemen eased up. The older policeman came over and looked around the bonfire, and said displeasedly: "Why don't you use an oven for barbecue? We received a report saying that your farm There was a fire, and your neighbors claimed that they saw a thick plume of smoke flying into the air, what's going on?"

This pot can only be carried by Qin Shiou. Roasting corn is his choice, and it is also the bonfire he made, so he went up and asked, "Guys, there may be some misunderstanding here? We just roasted something for ourselves. We would like to apologize if this caused panic among the surrounding neighbors.” (To be continued.)

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