Huang Qingqing, if Xue An and Zhang Guihua hadn't encountered her having a peace with someone else in the woods last time, they wouldn't have been able to tell.
"Bitch! Who are you trying to seduce here?" Zhang Guihua looked at Huang Qingqing who was talking to Xue An and muttered dissatisfiedly.
The fat man next to her, Sheng Fengping, asked in surprise: "What? Wife, what did you say?"
"What, what, what, look at me, you can kill such a big wild boar by yourself, you are so fat." Zhang Guihua looked at Xue An, and then at her man, she was very disgusted.
Said something.
Her man, Sheng Fengping, was not angry either. He smiled innocently and said, "Hey, Anzi is really good. I didn't expect that he is good at growing fruits and has even more strength."
"Go help kill the pig." Zhang Guihua glanced at Huang Qingqing, then didn't bother to stay here, and left directly to go home.
The old butcher specializes in killing animals. Even some large prey that the villagers hunted in the mountains would be handed over to the old butcher when they couldn't be processed.
With the help of a few people, the big wild boar weighing four to five hundred pounds was quickly processed, divided into many small pieces, and the internal organs were sorted out.
The firewood had already been set up, and the pork had to be stewed twice in several large iron pots. The old butcher didn't know what ingredients the old butcher used to cook the pigs. The aroma was overflowing, and it was very appetizing to see.
Wild boars have not been gelded, and the mutton smell of pork is much stronger than that of domestic pigs, so the taste is actually not as delicious as domestic pigs.
Woof woof.
Rhubarb is back enjoying being among its troops. It obviously feels that its four legs are not that strong anymore and it is a little wobbly when walking. It really deserves to be called a loyal dog, a lightning dog. It seems that it has taken off countless times in a short time.
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Rhubarb kept wandering around the big iron pots and barked loudly, just to declare that it was the one who killed the wild boar and that it would enjoy it later.
The only way to do it is to make it a pig's thigh.
Or the pig whip must belong to it, and it needs to be replenished.
Unfortunately, no matter how it is called, only Xue An can understand its meaning.
"Go away and have a rest. I'll give you a piece when the meat is divided. You're going to die if you make trouble again. I don't mind letting the butcher teach me how to make dog meat hot pot."
Woof woof, Dahuang protested a few times in a low voice, then immediately gave up, lying next to Xue An, with a dog's face raised, showing its arrogance.
The smell of meat is getting stronger and stronger, and there are more and more people in the village. Usually the village looks desolate and there are not many people, but today there are still many people gathered here, hundreds of people.
Of course, most of them are just like Grandpa Qi and his family, with old people and children at home, and there are too few young people.
Several large pots of meat are simply not enough.
After the first pass, the other big chunks have already been written, and you can continue to divide them into pieces.
In this way, each family in the village reluctantly received a little bit, but basically everyone got a portion of the pork soup cut into small pieces.
There are master chefs in the village who specialize in cooking for people. They usually make running water banquets for certain households. Although their cooking style is very simple, the taste of the dishes they make is quite good.
The most important thing is to use good raw materials.
The water, rice, oil, and all the vegetables in the village are raised in the countryside. This is especially true tonight. Xue An asked Huang Mao who came back to ride a tricycle to pick a lot of vegetables from his own vegetable garden, and then let them go again
I brought fifty boxes of beer from Chen Xiaofen's supermarket.
This time I was buying a car because I was going to treat someone else, so I decided to do it all at once.
At this time, Uncle Fuquan came over and handed Xue An a cigarette. Xue An refused to smoke, so Wu Baldzi naturally helped Xue An and took the cigarette.
"Anzi, thank you very much for letting us do this bamboo basket as a family." Uncle Fuquan has been in the city for a long time because of Xue An's favor, so he came here to chat and say kind words.
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"You have to order it anyway. Grandpa Qi is good at his craftsmanship, so this is an easy thing." Xue An said with a smile.
"You can't say that. Not only is the price of your job high, but the money is paid in advance. I understand in my heart that if there is any job that requires my efforts in the future, just call me." Uncle Fuquan patted his chest and said gratefully.
"When those bamboo baskets are all finished in the past few days, and I have some time, I will ask your aunt to cook some hard dishes for you when you get home, and then you can have a nice drink."
"Haha, I heard from Grandpa Qi that you like to drink, and you were beaten by your aunt several times when you drank too much."
"Nonsense, how is this possible? I'm a big boss who drinks some wine, but your aunt never dares to say anything." Uncle Fuquan was a little excited and absolutely refused to admit it.
"Dad, please stop talking. Mom and I have been here a long time ago." Suddenly, a kind reminder from my daughter Rongrong came from behind.
Uncle Fuquan's face changed with fright, and he quickly turned around, just in time to see his wife looking at him angrily.
"How come you, my little girl, have leaked? Why didn't you know to remind dad earlier?" Uncle Fuquan said angrily to his daughter Rongrong.
"Then you have to give me some time. We just found you bragging when we arrived." Rongrong was helpless.
"What the hell, wife, you listen to my quibbles, not your explanations..."
"Still quibbling? Go home tonight and see how I deal with you."
Xue An laughed so hard beside him that he made a geige sound.
"Brother Xue An, are you so funny? If you drink too much in the future, Sister Hongxia will definitely deal with you." Rongrong looked at Xue An's way of watching the fun and reminded her.
Xue An straightened her back and said, "Our family is different. If I want to drink, she will definitely bring it to me."
Just kidding, the husband still has to stand up.
Not long after, the additional meals were prepared, and rural people were not so particular. They moved out folding tables and chairs from home. The aunts also spontaneously helped wash and pick vegetables, and the lively banquet for a hundred people began.
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Grandma and Grandpa Seven, the senior ones, were at a big table.
"Grandma Xue An, this wild boar was killed by your Xue An. The stewed ones of mine are the worst. Give it a try. If it's not enough, tell me, as long as there is it in the pot, you can eat it as you like."
Grandma smiled and said: "How much can an old man like me eat? This is enough for me. Although everyone has little money these days, no one is short of one or two bites to eat."
Huang Mao and Wu Tuzi, who were standing next to them, were happily holding cigarettes in one hand and hot soup in the other, but they lowered their heads in an instant.
If it weren't for Xue An's presence, they would be often short of food.
He couldn't help but turn his head and look at Xue An, who was opening a beer next to him, and cast a grateful look.
"Oh no, why are you two looking at me like that?" Xue An turned his head and was shocked to see the tearful eyes of these two elders.
No one can stand this look.
They are not beauties.
"Nothing, just drink and drink." Wu Tuozi wiped his eyes, and quickly picked up a large piece of meat on the table and took a big bite. Due to various problems, the address has been changed to please save the new one.
