However, Song Sancheng came out with something and asked one more question:
"Where's the old man who was a pig hunter in early summer? Didn't he say he was called to kill the pig?"
Before Ulan could speak, he heard the pig butcher laugh: "Oh! Don't call me Lao Qian. He is good at killing pigs, but his skills in killing pigs are really bad!"
"A few years ago, when I was killing pigs, I didn't stab them to death with a single knife... You said this, the pigs were punished by the boss! What a sin!"
Song Sancheng:......
The other one also laughed and patted his round belly: "Looking at Lao Qian's body, you can tell that his skills are not good - we have to catch pigs to kill pigs in the countryside, how strong can his skinny body be?"
"If you torture the pigs again when you catch them later, the meat will not taste good... You said this, it won't happen!"
Song Sancheng also fell silent at this moment when he thought about how he had killed the chicken before killing it and left a mess on the ground.
Wu Lan was silent for a moment, then suddenly went into the yard and asked Song Tan: "If you are looking for a partner in the future, you should find someone beautiful! I was listening to a book yesterday, and they were looking for a pig butcher - you said this pig butcher... Oops!"
"
Her face was full of words.
Song Tan was more at a loss for words than she was: "Mom, just read a book and don't think about reality. Don't worry, there is no ugly person in the book."
Now the readers have a choice. The male protagonist who is 1.8 meters tall is not worthy, let alone an ugly one. Not even a self-made man, who has a high or low background.
While they were chatting, Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun came downstairs, holding a list of names in their hands:
"Tan Tan, Xin Jun and I will go to the city to stay today and arrange a hotel and a pick-up car."
Although they do not recommend that netizens come over in advance, and they have also agreed that food and accommodation will not be included in the early arrival, but people who have come all the way are willing to come over, so they can’t really do nothing, right?
What's more, today is the 8th, and it's not easy to buy tickets if you come in advance. You can buy them whenever you can.
He and Xin Jun happened to book a hotel in advance, and then chartered a minibus so that they could bring them over early in the morning the day after tomorrow.
"Okay." Song Tan looked at the memo: "Buy all the disposable dishes and chopsticks. I'll see what else there is and send you a list later."
The country banquet uses their bowls and chopsticks to create an atmosphere, but considering the hygiene issues, you should still use them!
Just eat well.
At this time, Lao Zhu and others also entered the courtyard: "What are we doing here? Just tell me!"
There was a lot of work at home, so Ulan didn't intend to be polite: "Old man, I think your young men are quite strong. The butcher brought the big bucket and the door panels. I'll take advantage of the nice weather today to clean them all.
Be thorough and scald it with boiling water!"
Lao Zhu:……
He was already ready to roll up his sleeves. When he heard that this was the job, he silently stepped back:
"What about that, Xiao Du, be careful and follow them and work hard."
But Lao Zhu is not idle after all. Next, he has to make noodles, boil water, and wash pots and pans. There is a lot to do!
That noodle alone is enough to make five or six pots. If it were made into steamed buns, it would choke this group of people from their stomachs to their throats without even finishing the meal!
"What are you doing? Making buns?!"
Lao Zhou was quite curious - he had never cooked before, but making noodles seemed quite simple, so he was a little curious now.
The seventh cousin came over and put ingredients next to each noodle basin, and said: "I don't want to make steamed buns. Yesterday I tasted the burnt leaves you brought and it was very delicious. We will fry them ourselves and wait until the tenth day to serve them to everyone."
A snack."
"Come on, let me teach you this. It's not difficult. You don't need to knead the dough hard, just knead it evenly."
Zhang Yanping was just playing with her mobile phone. When she heard these words, she became excited and quickly shouted into the room:
"Qiaoqiao, come out and live broadcast! Hurry up and put together the duration, don't worry! Insufficient duration will affect the sharing."
Qiaoqiao responded, and after a while he brought out a basket of eggs and handed them over. Then he took out the mobile phone and stand from the room, and pointed the camera at the hands on the table.
"Uh-huh!" The old man's group stood up straighter in silence, with more solemn expressions.
Although they know that their faces will not be photographed - this is something Jojo does particularly well.
But aren’t the hands that make the dough still theirs?
The seventh cousin ignored their inexplicable desire to win. At this moment, he habitually pushed the noodles in the basin into a small pit, then held the eggs with one hand and knocked one in with a "click".
"Come!" He ordered: "Put 10 eggs in a basin, but be careful. If there are any fallen eggshells in the noodles, pick them up. These chickens don't lay eggs in winter. It will take a long time to save these, but you can't.
waste."
This is necessary, none of the old men are wasteful people! What's more, they don't even know how to eat eggs.
However, Qiaoqiao was caught off guard and started the live broadcast. At this moment, a face came directly to the camera:
"Children, did you eat yesterday's rice sticks when you got home?"
"But that one requires a machine, so we won't let you learn it - but you can learn it today! Look, our family fried the leaves today. You can use them as snacks when killing pigs on Laba day. It's delicious!
"
After he finished speaking, he expertly cut the camera to the past, not caring about the pain of the barrage——
【Come again! Caught off guard again!】
[If I hadn’t set up special attention, I wouldn’t have received the notification at all!]
[You still want me if you don’t sell things, report it! 】
[Okay, okay, after the rice sticks that were overwhelming in my dream last night but couldn’t be eaten, are you going to make delicious food again today? 】
【Who didn't get the rice stick? It's me!】
[Yesterday, I didn’t listen to a sincere advice. I just watched the rice pole seller miss me at the door. I drooled all night and my pillow towel was soaked]
[What are fried burnt leaves? Are they fried?! I can’t imagine how fragrant they are!]
[We also have Jiaozizi in our hometown, which is a fried snack made of flour and cut into diamond-shaped pieces]
[Ah, deep-frying, wouldn’t it be unhealthy?]
[Tsk, tsk, tsk, you new fans are afraid of being unhygienic and unhealthy, and for a moment you are shouting about the lethal amount of sugar...]
[That is, I say it as if you can eat it]
[You can’t eat, you can’t eat, you can’t eat…the resentment you can’t eat can feed three evil sword fairies]
As for "It's Corn", which just started airing, I was looking at the live broadcast room where the data dropped sharply again. At this moment, I was staring at the kudzu powder in my hand that hadn't had time to be put on the shelves, and secretly asked the team:
"Isn't this arrowroot powder a bit unlucky? Why is there no one in the live broadcast room every time I want to sell it?"
"Hush!" A worker in the team secretly told him: "Our manager has received a kickback from this kudzu powder, and the admission fee negotiated is also high. You will definitely have to sell it once anyway."