Seeing this scene, everyone laughed. Winnie pulled the melon back and stuffed her a fried loach to eat it.═┝┟╞.

Although melons are young, they are not vague when they eat. Loaches are delicious and not delicious. They taste good, but they are not easy to eat. They have a lot of small thorns, so after frying, adults will chew them directly and swallow them, while children will have a lot of effort to eat.

The chubby little melon mouth was very clever. It bit off half of the loach in one bite. The lips of the little mouth flew up and down, and soon spit out the small thorns. It opened its mouth and sprayed it on the ground. There was not much meat coming out. It made Mao Weilong and Liu Shuyan constantly stunned.

Duoduo also grabbed one and ate it delicately, but after swallowing it, she became tearful and grabbed Mao Weilong's arm and coughed: "Ka, Dad, Kak, it's stuck, it's so uncomfortable..."

Mao Weilong's voice to his eldest daughter is the most delicate, because Duoduo could not speak before, but now he finally knows how to speak, but he doesn't want to go back to the kind of life he used to be.

The melon was still blocking its mouth and continuing to eat. The two fat little hands were holding a loach. Later, Winnie fed her a bite of grilled lamb chops. She threw away a loach and replaced it with a small piece of lamb chop. She ate happily with the loach on the left and the lamb chop on the right.

Duoduo could only watch with envy. Mao Weilong used local methods to treat fish bones in her throat, just to let her drink jealousy. In this way, Duoduo's pretty face was sore and wrinkled, making it extremely miserable. ┞┝┠.

Teasing the children and bully dogs, eating loaches, eels and fragrant lamb chops, drinking cold fresh beer, a happy ending of the dinner.

When he got up early the next day, Qin Shiou and others devoted themselves to the farm work again. Mao Weilong's farm originally had more than 1,200 acres, but later he merged a small farm next to him, with a total area of ​​about 1,800 acres, of which more than 1,000 acres were planted. He had already done 400 acres of the area himself, so that the remaining 600 acres would be over today and it would be over for another day.

Seeing the trucks of corn kernels put into the storage tank, Mao Weilong sighed deeply, "Damn it, it's so easy to do things. I only worked so hard for 400 acres in a week. The four of us can do nearly twice in less than two days."

There are countless corn planted in more than one thousand acres of corn fields, and it is impossible to mature at the same time. Some are ripe in advance and then they will be dried, while others are still green corn. It doesn’t matter. Green corn cannot be sent to storage tanks because the humidity is too high, otherwise it will easily cause mold to flood. These corns were selected. Mao Weilong said that they would make it into green feed and sell it. Qin Shiou saw that the corn kernels were full, strong and shiny, and said that they could be roasted at noon.

Mao Weilong felt embarrassed. Everyone had been working all morning and couldn't just roast a few corn at noon to deal with it? In this way, there were potatoes in his field, which tasted good.┝No.《＝.c［o

Just like when he was a child, Qin Shiou packed up some dry corn poles and firewood, lit a bonfire, and roasted the corn with iron poles. As a result, some of the corn poles were wet. After igniting, the flames came up, and thick smoke spread. Because there was no wind today, the smoke turned into a column of smoke behind it and rushed straight into the sky.

Hei Dao stared at him and said, "Boss. Didn't we use the oven last night? Is it better to use the oven to roast corn?"

Indeed, the flames of this bonfire are very large, and the green corn is tender, and it will burn if you are not careful.

Qin Shiou laughed and said, "What I eat is like. What I feel when I was a teenager."

Mao Weilong prepared peanut oil and constantly applied oil to the grilling process. Be careful, it would rarely burn. Mao Weilong set up a pot on the fire and cooked the corn in it. He still couldn't believe Qin Shiou's skills.

Two corns were roasted. Qin Shiou handed one to the black knife, and he held one to start gnawing.

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

After chewing a corn, Qin Shiou felt it was delicious and roasted. He didn't catch a cold in roasted corn. He only ate barbecue and roasted fish. If he wanted to eat mixed grains, he would rather eat boiled water. Qin Shiou had roasted it and distributed it to him, so he respected Bumin.

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

Hei Dao smiled dryly and said, "Of course not, it's just a wave of ss. Eating roasted food is prone to cancer."

Qin Shiou sneered: "Your sister, why are you not afraid of cancer when you eat barbecue?"

Hei Dao said for granted: "The barbecue tastes so fragrant, who can refuse? I am willing to eat barbecue at the risk of causing cancer, but I am not willing to eat barbecue at the risk of causing cancer."

The water in the pot boiled and the corn was cooked. Mao Weilong took it out and handed it to the black knife and BB frost. The two of them ate it with relish and kept nodding 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 drove into the farm. Mao Weilong looked up strangely when he heard the sirens and said, "What's wrong, what are the police coming here for?"

Qin Shiou flattened the bonfire, dug out the big potatoes buried in the field, and smiled and said, "Are you here to help with the work?"

Mao Weilong curled his lips and said, "I dare not ask for this. Damn, the Canadian Mounted Police are not our people's police, they are just a group of old men."

Qin Shiou was unwilling to hear this and said, "Brother, you are talking lies with your eyes open. Anyway, as far as I know, in terms of the police, Canada is crushing all aspects of service and responsibility. Do you think the Mounted Police are the uncles? Then your father's colleagues and subordinates in China are the ancestors, and I wish we ordinary people could support them."

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

Mao Weilong nodded and said, "Yes, but we are not burning the fire, but cooking and barbecue, and the grilling is corn and potatoes."

After stopping, the two policemen's expressions calmed down. Among them, the older policeman came over and looked at the campfire and said unhappily: "Why don't you use an oven for barbecue? We received a call from the police that there was a fire on your farm. Your neighbor claimed that he had just seen a heavy smoke column flying into the air. What's going on?"

Qin Shiou can only carry the pot. Grilling corn is his choice, and it is also the bonfire he made. So he went up and asked, "Guys, there may be any misunderstandings here? We just baked something ourselves. If this caused panic to the neighbors around us, we are willing to apologize." (To be continued.)

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Chapter completed!