Fan Tong was dragged back to the front yard by Wu Li. Without a few slices of watermelon and two cucumbers to pad his belly, this guy wouldn't want to eat at all.
No matter what, if you are hungry, just pick a few cucumbers and eat them. The taste is so good that you want to eat it again, and you want to eat it even more if you eat it again.
However, facing a table full of large bowls of fragrant aroma, Fan Tong felt that he could completely forgive Wu Li for disturbing his creative inspiration.
Fan Tong has always regarded photography as artistic creation, and photos are works of art in his eyes.
"This little brother, these are home-cooked dishes that can't be served on the table. Don't think it's too crude." Although the third aunt is quite confident in her craftsmanship, she still has no confidence in front of the children in this city.
I heard from Wu Li that this guy is already rich. It costs one yuan in gas to drive a car for two miles, and more than a thousand yuan for a whole day of driving. Moreover, this kid is out all year round.
Running blindly.
You said, this prodigal thing is so popular all over the world, why would you care about home-cooked meals if you haven’t eaten anything delicious?
"Sister, the food you cooked smells delicious. I've been eating instant noodles in the car these days and almost vomited. Today I can finally hold a tooth ceremony and sacrifice to the poor five internal organs temple, so that they can also make some money."
They are the instant noodle family
The gap between imagination and reality is too huge. After hearing this, the third aunt's confidence doubled. We can't deal with those naughty people in the city, but we are still confident in curing the instant noodle kid.
"Little brother, just eat freely. If you haven't eaten enough, my aunt will cook it for you." The third aunt turned her head and said to Wu Li, "Xiao Li, right? You won't be reluctant to part with those dishes at home, right?"
"Are you kidding me? If Fan Tong was really a bastard, he would be full today, and so are these guys. Just eat with open stomachs. There is enough food, so you guys just have to eat."
When Wu Li paid me, he acted like he had something to offer, which made Third Uncle very unhappy. Why should you, a boy, just say a word and keep your Third Aunt busy for a while?
He's a foodie
Even though Wu Li's dishes are all served in soup basins and large plates, they are all top-notch and the portions are twice as much as those at ordinary restaurants.
The third uncle dared to bet with his old skills that in less than half an hour, these eight dishes and one soup would be eaten by these guys, and even the soup would be dry with only some bones and dregs left.
"Third Uncle, what are you looking at? Third Aunt is happy with it, why are you staring here?" Wu Li glared back at Third Uncle. "Why are you staring? If you want to drink Coke at noon, just keep staring. If you want some,
As for soju..."
Wu Li put an unopened jar of soju on the wine table. His uncle's eyes, which were as big as two cow eggs, immediately turned into squinty eyes. To paraphrase a saying that often appears in martial arts: How can the light appear in the eyes?
However, Uncle San is not a man with profound skills, but a greedy person.
"You drunkard, you have to work in the afternoon. You are not allowed to drink at noon. This will save you time in the afternoon and wait for dinner in the evening. I don't care about you, let you drink as much as you can." The third aunt pulled the third uncle's ear and told the old guy
Come back to your senses, don't be seduced away by the alcoholic spirit as soon as you see it
"Don't bullshit, don't bully so many people, you have to give your husband some face, let's have a drink, just one drink, old lady, you know how much I drink, one drink will never make a difference." The third uncle's alcohol addiction is surprisingly strong.
In front of me, even the notoriously henpecked good habit has been forgotten.
"Just one drink, I remind you, I'm supervising you. Xiao Li, too, why are you serving wine at noon? It's all up to you if your third uncle can't do any work in the afternoon. There must be no trace of wine on the table at noon tomorrow. I
I still don’t believe that this old man can’t be cured.”
Wu Li quickly said yes, patted the mud seal away with his palm, untied the rope holding the oil paper, and opened the oil paper.
A strong aroma of wine wafted out, and within a few seconds, everyone on the table was sniffling.
"Smell, it's so fragrant, Xiao Li, your wine has never been so fragrant before. It seems that your craftsmanship has improved over the years. Is this wine the old wine from the year before last?" The third uncle drank too much of Wu Li's wine.
Yes, you can tell which year the wine is from as soon as you smell it. The taste of today’s wine doesn’t match that year.
"No, this jar is my father's old stock. It's been a few years. We started work today, and there are more customers coming, so I brought a jar out and everyone was happy."
Wu Li lied. You can tell from his micro-movements. This guy raised his left eyebrow several times. This is what Wu Li would subconsciously do when he lied. It's just that when this guy lied, his expression was calm and normal, except for a few people.
Knowing the story behind this subconscious action, most people really don’t know.
It turns out that these wines were brewed earlier.
The rice is about to be harvested, the new grain has to be put into the warehouse, and the old grain has to be disposed of. Most people sell it at a lower price, but Wu Li usually uses the old grain after clearing the warehouse to make wine.
This time is no exception. I don’t have any food this year, so I have to feed chickens and ducks, so I will save some rations.
However, the opportunity was rare. Wu Li took advantage of the lowest price of millet in the whole year and took advantage of it. He collected more than 20,000 kilograms of old grain from the village, which cost him more than 20,000 yuan.
These are the staple food for ducks to spend the winter, and they will be moved there when the warehouse on the other side of the reservoir is repaired.
This is just the rations prepared for a thousand ducks a few days ago, and now there are more than two thousand more ducks. It seems that we have to buy the bottom again.
This jar of wine was made half a month ago by selecting some good valleys and steaming it with space pool water. After fermenting in space for a while, it was taken out to distill the wine, sealed the jar and threw it into space.
Buried in the soil for storage.
I didn't expect that after ten days, the wine would be so fragrant.
"Good wine Wu Li, how did you make this wine? Is it possible to brew it in large quantities?" Fan Tong said to everyone, "Have another drink."
"Xiao Li, pour the wine"
"Grandpa, I already call you grandpa, just give me another drink."
Among the miscellaneous voices, the first thing is to appreciate the wine. The wine is clear and clear with a bit of amber and bright yellow, and the impression is first-class.
After sniffing, the aroma is rich and mellow, which is a natural wine aroma without any trace of added spices.
Taste it again, taste? Even those old wine cellars that are known as thousand-year-old wines do not taste as pure and mellow as the wine of this small rural farmer. It is soft in the mouth and extremely overbearing in the stomach. It has the low-alcohol wine that is not harmful to the throat and is strong.
The wine is strong and, most importantly, not overpowering
Therefore, he wanted to do some tricks with this wine.
"It is impossible to mass-produce. However, there were still some in the past ten years or more. Our family brewed and drank it by ourselves, and we could only brew a little a year." Wu Li thought that there was room for brewing methods, and he could brew a few a year.
It is not difficult to make eight or ten tanks, and you can still brew a thousand pounds of wine. That’s why I say there is still some wine left.
"The less the better, the better. Let's do it this way, Wu Li, I will sell all the wine you have in the future. Bao Bao will give you a reasonable price. Just your ten-jin jar of wine will cost ten thousand dollars."
Eight thousand is just trivial
"What's the price? Isn't this wine made of gold?" Wu Yong shook his hand and spilled half of the glass of wine.