Zhou Zhi said shamelessly: "Then you come early tomorrow, and Sister Xiaojuan'er will also have to trouble you."

"Yes, I know." Feng Xueshan nodded, but suddenly smiled again: "Jiuzi, what do you think it would be like to let Shu Yi take care of this?"

"Don't scare her." Zhou Zhi suddenly became worried: "If you mention it to her, she will definitely help, but... she is really not suitable for these things..."

"Tch!" Feng Xueshan scorned her again: "You are also a... quite generous person, right? Why are you so cautious when you meet her?"

After saying that, he raised his eyes again and said: "If you had shown me one-tenth of the care you gave her at that time, maybe I would..."

"But stop it!" Zhou Zhi also returned to the normal state between the two of them, and did not recognize the calculation of this account: "Is that my fault? Am I not careful enough for you? Who only has eyes for the little brother at that time? This

You still have to rely on me, right?”

"Bah!" Feng Xueshan is a patriarchal personality. The characteristic of parents is that they are reasonable but can use force when trying to persuade you. She took a barbecue skewer and hit the back of Zhou Zhi's hand: "What's your excuse? Can't you... just stand up for it?"

Chasing and seizing love with a sword?!"

"Hahahaha..." Zhou Zhi couldn't stop laughing: "Miss Feng, what does it mean to win love with a sword? The premise of this usage is that you are already loved by the handsome Liu Da."

"We don't care what the facts are, but you have defined yourself this way. What other tricks do you think I can use?"

It was particularly warm to talk about these past events, and the relationship between the two was just like this. During the barbecue, drinking and chatting, they gradually regained understanding of each other's feelings from Xiaoyou, who had not seen each other for half a year, and returned to the close relationship they had before.

By evening, the bacon was almost finished baking.

Although two Cantonese sausages were lost and a piece of semi-fat and lean pork belly was missing, Zhou Zhi did not think it was the fault of the three of them because of their greedy tastes. Those were normal losses in the production process.

The moisture of the bacon has disappeared by half, giving it a smoky color after being smoked and grilled.

Zhou Zhi took a knife and cut a strip of bacon. At the incision, the lean meat turned a beautiful red, the fat meat turned a turbid white, and the skin turned a bright brown.

"Not bad." Feng Xueshan is an expert: "Bake us a few more pieces of crispy skin and let you go."

"Wow, I've been drinking all day." Zhou Zhi shook his note and said, "The wine is gone."

Although plum wine is intoxicating, it only becomes so when a large amount of it is drunk quickly. Today, it is a slow and shallow drink mainly focused on chatting, plus some of the alcohol has evaporated due to the warm wine. After a whole day, it is only one drink.

Tipsy.

Feng Xueshan's face turned pink, her eyes became watery, and her eyebrows were as dark as black and her lips were as picturesque as ever: "This is the best way to drink in winter. The ancients really knew how to enjoy it."

"Next time I will also bring "The Thorn Birds". You will read it in English and I will read it in Chinese."

Zhou Zhi smiled bitterly: "Well, okay, let's collect your things. I'll prepare the materials tonight, but you have to come early tomorrow."

There was also a trace of panic in Feng Xueshan's eyes, and she quickly covered it up: "Okay, I'll collect it while you roast the pig skin."

This is also a big basket, and the conditions at home are much better now than before. This year, my mother made nearly two hundred pounds of bacon, sausages, soy sauce meat, salted duck, duck gizzards, ribs, and even some duck gizzards that haven’t been made in many years.

There are two Zhou Zhi who believe that the most difficult part of bacon is ham.

The meat of ham is thick, so it is difficult for the salt to penetrate into the deepest part. A slight mishandling will cause the innermost part close to the bone to become smelly, which is also known as the "fatty taste" in local dialect, affecting the taste.

Of course, there are some odor-lovers who just like that one bite, but that’s another story for another time.

The cut piece of meat is carefully prepared to make a delicacy that is customary for Jiachuan people.

This delicacy is pig cake. The most authentic way to make it is to use the bacon on the day of smoking, commonly known as "fire bacon", to make the filling.

That piece of pig skin is not used, so I just use part of it as an ingredient for baking crispy skin.

"I'll have another drink." Guan Tingting held the small cup and looked at Zhou Zhi eagerly.

The little girl also played on the roof and ate barbecue all afternoon, but Zhou Zhi only gave her one cup, and later he couldn't help but give her another cup.

Zhou Zhi mixed the remaining points and counted three cups in front of him: "Come on, Tingting, I'll be surprised if you can still eat it when you get home later."

"Then I won't eat it. I'm the one who invited me to eat barbecue." Guan Tingting said with a smile: "Let me tell you the words, um - sometimes my heart seems to be in love, beside the plum tree. Such flowers and plants are created by people's love.

If people live and die according to their wishes, no one will complain about the sorrow and pain."

"What kind of nonsense are you talking about?" Zhou Zhi was confused: ""The Peony Pavilion"? "The Romance of the West Chamber"?"

"The Peony Pavilion, brother Zhuzi, have you read it?"

"No, I have read the excerpt, but I recognize this smell!"

"..."

After a lazy day like this, when Zhou Zhi and Feng Xueshan came home each carrying a large basket of bacon sausages, grandma couldn't help but praise: "Xueshan is the most capable."

"Thank you grandma for the compliment." Feng Xueshan smiled and said, "Did the monk beat the rice back?"

"I called back." Grandma smiled and said, "It was your idea. Mix the rice pulp with glutinous rice flour, it's just right!"

"Then I'll come early tomorrow." Yang He had already come out and was responsible for taking down the long bamboo pole for drying clothes. Then Zhou Zhi and Feng Xueshan began to thread the lanyard into the bamboo pole.

One bamboo pole can hang seventy or eighty pounds of meat, and two poles can hang all the meat.

Now the balcony can see the light, and the flower pots at home are lined up from the kitchen entrance in the distance to the balcony door.

Zhou Zhi is worried that the dripping oil will contaminate the flowers and plants: "I will have to move the flowers downstairs to avoid the limelight of the bacon."

Grandma thinks this is the most pleasing to the eye: "This is like a private household, waiting for your third sister's partner to come and dripping oil all over his body!"

"Ah? Hahahaha..." Zhou Zhi finally understood why grandma was obsessed with the bacon at home this year and praised her mother for making so many at once. It turned out that she had been worried about this.

"Then you, old man, just sit here and enjoy it slowly." Zhou Zhi smiled and said, "Grandma, I sent Xueshan home."

"You kid won't let others eat?" Grandma said anxiously: "You've been doing this all day in vain."

"It depends on your choice of words." Zhou Zhi waved his hand: "I just ate and drank on the roof of the building all day long, and I even packed it."

"Grandma, I'm not hungry. I just finished eating upstairs." Feng Xueshan smiled and said, "Grandma, I'm leaving. Come down early tomorrow."

Zhou Zhi turned over a piece of good bacon, picked up a bunch of sausages, and came out of the dormitory of the sugar and wine company with Feng Xueshan.

The two walked in silence for a while as before, Zhou Zhi still whispered: "Xue Shan, I'm sorry."

"I did it unintentionally." Feng Xueshan lowered her head and said, "Don't think too much, and don't misunderstand."

The tacit understanding between the two people is difficult for outsiders to know. This is what Feng Xueshan blurted out on the roof of the building that she wanted to read "The Thorn Birds" with Zhou Zhi.

At that moment, she seemed to have forgotten that she had already given the "Thorn Bird" to Jiang Shuyi.

"I owe you, Xueshan, one more time."

"Then you owe me a lot."

"……It is my fault."

"It doesn't mean that you are very good, but you are just not suitable for me. I mean that kind of relationship."

"It really doesn't matter to you?"
Chapter completed!