Due to the snow disaster, the farewell town has reduced its tourist routes, and the number of tourists will drop significantly in winter. Except for some tourists in the south, most people are not interested in the cold winter in Canada.

Therefore, at this time, there were not many people in Dad Hickson's restaurant, only tourists in groups of three or three were chatting in a low voice.

Qin Shiou thought the old man was worried about his business, so he smiled and said, "Okay, Dad, I think you should be satisfied, right? The overall income this year should be good, right?"

Dad Hickson nodded and said, "Of course, the business is really good. Why do you think this is for? Are you going to borrow money?"

As he said that, the old man laughed, obviously teasing Qin Shiou.

Qin Shiou said: "Then why are you still sad? Be happy and go outside to see the beautiful snow island, which is so touching! "

The old man rolled his eyes and said, "Xie, boy, you misunderstood me. I am not worried about business, but for my wine! You know, my ice wine has always been the best in town. Many people like my wine, but damn it, I may not be able to provide ice wine to everyone next year."

"What's wrong?" Qin Shiou asked. He really misunderstood the old man.

Dad Hickson lay at the cashier and said sadly: "The cold wave and snow came too early this year. Damn it, the grapes were frozen before they were fully ripe and there was no way to make wine."

Not only is this happening with Dad Hickson, but the weather in Canada is abnormal. The cold wave swept across the Atlantic coast early, and Ontario's grape production has also been reduced. It is expected that Canada's wine industry will suffer a heavy blow this year.

While complaining, my father took out a bottle of ice wine, opened the lid and poured a glass for Qin Shiou and said, "While you can still drink it, my child, drink it as much as you like, you have the wine today, aren't you?"

Qin Shiou took a sip of wine and said, "If you want to make wine, why not check out my grapes. I recently went to check out the vineyard and found that although my grapes are not rich, they have full grains and seem to be of good quality."

The old man shrugged and didn't take his words to heart. He knew that the grapes in Daqin Fishery were the first season of this year, and such grapes were not suitable for winemaking, and the fishery was close to the beach, so it should be more severely affected.

At this time, Hickson's father noticed the smoked fish brought by Qin Shiou. He took it in his hand and looked at it. His eyes lit up and he said, "Who is the smoked fish? It's good to dry and the heat is very good."

He is an expert and can roughly see the situation of smoked fish from his appearance.

The old man tore up another piece behind him, and his face became even more surprised. He murmured: "The fish meat is so tender? It has a little toughness. This is the result of smoked and grilled. But why is the fish meat so tender? It has almost no fishy smell, and the fresh fragrance is so strong. Damn it, it's better than the smoked fish I made. Haha."

Qin Shiou also laughed and pointed at himself and said, "This is made of the unique skills of smoked fish that we passed down from our family. You said that it is not as good as your craft? Oh, it's hard to believe it."

The old man said: "This is the fact. You have to believe that the smoked fish I made is the best..."

The two were chatting, and the only diner at the table also left. Before leaving, he left a tip of twenty yuan for the old man. The old man did not let them give it for free. He gave them a portion of roasted crab legs and said that it would be a midnight snack by heating it.

The diner left. Qin Shiou was leaving too. The old man wanted to keep him for dinner, but he said there were still guests at home.

The old man tidied up the dishes on the dining table and said, "Okay. Then I'll go to your house too. I think you must be short of a Western chef tonight."

Qin Shiou didn't refuse. It just so happened that no one had made Western food after Winnie became pregnant. It would be best if Hickson's father was willing to help.

Of course, he would let his father look at his grapes, and he thought they could be used to make wine. The quality may be average due to the first batch, but it is better than the frozen grapes of his father?

Qin Shiou opened the car door and wanted to carry the old man, but the old man entered the garage and drove out his beloved car. He rolled down the window and patted the car door and smiled: "I'm more comfortable to drive my old man."

Dad Hickson owns the oldest pickup truck in the town, the current Ford F150.

The Ford F150 is the most classic pickup truck in North America. The first generation was born in 1948. And until today, it has twelve generations. If the f150 is compared to a family, it is really a big family.

Dad Hickson's f150 is the sixth-generation pickup truck launched in 1973. The model looks very quaint compared to the current one, but it has good durability. In fact, the sixth-generation f150 is the most praised pickup truck in Ford's history. It is strong and durable, and it uses a lot of galvanized plates to effectively prevent corrosion and aging.

The old man drove the car into the snow, and the roar of the engine was still very low and powerful, like a strong old cow. It can be seen that Hickson loves the car very much. The paint is smooth and clear, and every part is well maintained.

Qin Shiou walked over and lay on the car window and said, "This car is really good. It's amazing that it can get angry in such a cold day."

The old man said proudly: "My old man has been to the Arctic. When we were young, we broke through Canada together. He is a stubborn and strong old man."

"Just like you."

"Haha, you're right, just like me, the old guy!"

From a distance, the car is well maintained, but from close up, it is a bit unsatisfactory. There were originally two silver metal fences on the front of the fence, and an aluminum horizontal bar in the middle of the fence. Now the fence is very twisted.

In addition, the front of the car originally had the Ford logo, which was the four letters of ‘ford’. These four letters should be very small. Now they are large letters, which are obviously replaced later.

When the car started, the car was hot. No problem, the old man started the move first, Qin Shiou followed behind and could handle it at any time if he had anything to do.

The car drove into the fishing ground and did not go to the villa first. Dad Hickson followed Qin Shiou to the vineyard.

The vineyards are hundreds of acres in a row. This is obviously not enough for a real large vineyard, but for a private person, it is already large enough.

The vineyards are now full of greenery in summer and autumn, and bunches of grapes hang on the vines dejectedly.

The leaves have fallen long ago, and even if there are still a few pieces that have not fallen, they have turned into a dry yellow-brown color. The sea breeze is unable to float, and it seems that it will fall in no time.

Of course, the vineyards are not yet yellow now. There are red, green and black stripes rippling in the wind, adding a bit of charm to the dead branches and leaves.

Qin Shiou picked a red pickle casually, which was cool and crisp. When chewing, he felt like a small ice grenade exploded in his mouth, which was very sweet and refreshing.

He asked Dad Hickson to taste it, but the old man picked a Riesling.

Riesling is specially used for making wine. If eaten directly, it is because the skin is thick, the meat is small, the juice is large, and the grains are small, and the taste is really not very good.

But after eating the grape grains, Hickson's father looked happy and looked at Qin Shiou in surprise and said, "I'm really a ghost. Your grapes are very good and suitable for making wine!" (To be continued.)

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