While talking, Qiaoqiao had already cut up the two remaining pumpkins in the basket.
Looking at the pig pen at this moment, he said with a little regret:
"Originally, I wanted to invite the kids to watch when the pig was being slaughtered, but my sister said it was too bloody and wouldn't scare the kids. So I gave it up."
In fact, there was too little meat and not enough portions.
[I sat up in shock while dying of illness. I heard that there was also pork-killing vegetables - I'll eat the black one! 】
[I eat free, the fattest one! I love grease! 】
[I don’t pick the anchor! Eat them all! 】
[I am a repeater, I am already over thirty this year, and I am not afraid of blood]
[What blood? I'm not afraid! Anchor, I grew up watching Rainbow Cat and Blue Rabbit! 】
【What scares you? To be honest with the host, I was born with weak tendencies and have never been afraid of being scared]
Pork-killing vegetables, those are pig-killing vegetables!
Just hearing the sound of "Kacha", you nibbled at the tip of the peach passionately and affectionately, as if you also nibbled at the heart of everyone in the live broadcast room!
As for grandma and Wulan:...
【You want peaches too】
【no! Every time he updates, you have to kneel down and beg him. Doesn’t he care about you? 】
Not jealous yet!
There will be gradually solidified pig blood in the big basin, and the chef of Fatdudu will use a big shovel to turn over the sizzling oil residue in the pot. In the iron pot, pickled cabbage and pork ribs are tumbling, and there is a mess under the hot white mist. Everything stewed…
Therefore, everyone in the live broadcast room pointed out that the little guy was huddled together, and the front of his head was muddy. They were stunned to see what the wine cellar looked like, and they tried to calm down——
The bad thing is that after a while, the crowd burst into cheers, and the former Xiaojia tacitly gave up his position, and saw an amazing-looking small round vat being carried by everyone on a pole, and carefully placed on the ground. .
Ran Liang shook his head: "Yes."
[Zhuzhu is so pitiful, he doesn’t know his own fate at all... The Qiuqiu anchor asked me to come, I can recite sutras, and I can cry and recite them while eating...]
[The one who made the mistake was not the fans of their anchor Jiang! The first quarrel was won, and there was only one box of peaches left. 】
When Ran Liang left the house, he saw Qiao Qiao giving another instruction: "Oh, by the way, we are opening a wine cellar in the front yard. What if he puts his mobile phone on the live broadcast outside?"
[Currently used, it is the most complete and best-used app for listening to books. It integrates 4 major speech synthesis engines, over 100 kinds of sounds, and supports offline reading.
He looked disgusted, "Why is it so strong and strong..."
Suck!
…
"Slow down, slow down."
[No one has suffered as much as you - there was no sufficient inventory in front of you, but you didn't cherish it, you just wanted to talk about it...]
At the same time, she turned her face to the camera in annoyance and said distressedly: "How come I still have enough for two years..."
Qiaoqiao was depressed: "It was really hard to sign this contract."
Looking at the young men around me, if you are not angry yet, you have to pull it off!
However, despite everyone's fantasies, the innocent and vicious educational anchor who only wanted to finish his job just held the stand in one hand and the basket in the other, happily said hello to Xiao Wang and went up the mountain.
[Where’s the wine cellar? Let’s take a look! 】
Song Tan shook his head: "It's hard work. My friends are very good. Sister, you also want to eat peaches."
However, when Ran Liang, the host who went up the mountain in anger, retreated from the courtyard, he found that it was quiet outside the courtyard, with only a few people at all.
"Qiaoqiao! Qiaoqiao! Here's the wine steamer you asked him to buy. Take it out quickly!" Just say it's here, after all, you two are also drinking.
Suck, suck, suck!
It's only been a month since we started making wine. If we were chatting just now, my cousin almost forgot about it again. At this moment, he quickly called the young man to dig it out and take a look.
I quickly put the basket aside, picked up the stand and left.
Later, when I picked peaches, I left some green or oversized peaches at the bottom of the mountain. Now they are gradually ripening. I went down the mountain today to touch around, and I found about seventy peaches, which are just enough for daily consumption outside the home. The taste is outstanding.
Open a wine cellar? !
Then he sniffed again: "It's quite fragrant... not as fragrant as food... I haven't ordered anything sweet yet..."
There is indeed a wine cellar in the front yard... To be honest, it is not a wine cellar at all. It is just a makeshift place where the vats are buried outside.
[Peach, your peach! 】
Only the cries of blood and tears left behind the barrage——
"Hey, where is the person?"
【Go to sample! Why, wuwuwu, do you know that the child is greedy? 】
[The next ones give way and give way——]
【Cute, nothing hard! Is that the maximum length of live broadcast? 】
[As long as the anchor is diligent and slow, an hour a day can be enough. 】
I was about to leave the room to take a look, when I saw Qiao Qiao coming out with a small, juicy green peach in her mouth, and a weird rusty steel machine in her pocket.
【Ah ah ah ah ah! You just want to ask, is it a crime to put the stent behind someone's back? 】
However, Qiao Qiao Kaka ate half of it and came over to ask:
Wow, that is new knowledge that Song Tan has never learned before!
Before Grandpa Wu Jianguo came, I sat still and asked my grandma to push me over. The angry grandma was still mumbling until Song Tan passed by: "The wine is not worth mentioning? It will delay your making money..."
【You are in charge, you are in charge! There are no peaches again, right? Take it off the shelf, take it off the shelf!
! 】
If everyone could still stay sane about the pumpkin before, now that they heard about the pig-killing dish, everyone in the live broadcast room wanted to get mad.
That is freshly harvested sorghum and newly brewed sorghum wine!
And they, a group of visitors from afar, would squat behind the pot and rub their hands in vain, making themselves into balls while warming themselves over the fire, while stretching their necks with salivation, thinking inwardly, which dish they would eat first?
The cousin was still in a panic. When he saw the sorghum outside that had not yet softened, he stretched out his hand and pinched a handful - the water would come out of it even if it was easy.
