Riding the wind of rebirth

Chapter 217 I'm Sorry

Zhou Zhi salivated, "Then you come early tomorrow, and Sister Xiaojuan'er will have to trouble you."

"Well, I know." Feng Xueshan nodded, but suddenly smiled again: "Yuzi, what would it be like if you asked Shu Yi to take care of this?"

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

"Cut!" Feng Xueshan scorned again: "Elbow, you're... a pretty big guy, right? Why are you so cautious when you meet her?"

After finishing speaking, she turned her eyes to Zhou Zhou again: "If I showed one-tenth of the smallness to her at that time, maybe I would..."

"But stop you!" Zhou Zhi also returned to the normal state between the two of them, refusing to accept the calculation of the account: "Is that my reason? Am I not careful enough with you? Who only had the little brother in their eyes at that time? This It's still up to me, right?"

"Bah!" Feng Xueshan has a patriarchal personality. The characteristic of being a parent is that when you can't be reasonable, she can't do anything. She took a barbecue skewer and hit Zhou Zhi on the back of her hand: "What's your reason? Couldn't you... stand up and stand up?" Chasing, stealing love?!"

"Hahahaha..." Zhou Zhi couldn't help laughing: "Miss Feng, what do you mean by slashing love? The premise of this usage is that you are already the love of handsome guy Liu."

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

Talking nonsense about these past events is extraordinarily warm. The relationship between the two is like this in the barbecue, drinking and chatting. Slowly, from the little stranger who hadn't seen each other for half a year, they regained understanding of each other's mind and returned to the intimacy before.

In the evening, the bacon is finished roasting.

Although two Cantonese-style sausages were lost, and a piece of half-fat pork belly was missing, Zhou Zhi didn't think it was the fault of the three of them being greedy, and those were normal losses during the production process.

Two and a half percent of the moisture in the bacon has disappeared, and it has a smoky color after being smoked and roasted.

Zhou Zhi cut a piece of bacon with a knife. At the incision, the lean meat turned a beautiful red color, the fat meat a cloudy white color, and the skin turned a bright brown color.

"Not bad." Feng Xueshan is an expert: "Give us a few more crispy skins and I'll let you go."

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

Although plum wine is intoxicating, it only happens when you drink a lot in a hurry. Today, if you drink it slowly and mainly for chatting, and the warm wine has evaporated part of the alcohol, it will only last a whole day. Slightly drunk.

Feng Xueshan's complexion became powdery, her eyes became watery, her eyebrows became more beautiful, and her lips were picturesque: "This is the best way to drink in winter. The ancients really enjoyed it."

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

Zhou Zhi smiled wryly: "Well, okay, pack your things, I'll prepare the materials tonight, and 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, and you go roast the pig skin."

This is also a big basket. Now the conditions at home are much better than before. My mother has made nearly two hundred catties of bacon, sausage, sauced meat, salted duck this year, and duck gizzards, ribs, and even duck gizzards that I haven’t made in many years. There are two pieces of ham that Zhou Zhi thinks are the most difficult to make in bacon.

The meat of the ham is thick, and it is difficult to eat the salty taste into the deepest part. If it is a little improper, the part close to the innermost part of the bone will become smelly, which is the "belly taste" in the dialect, which will affect the taste.

Of course, there are also those who chase the stink just like that one bite, but that is another article.

The cut piece of meat is ready to be prepared by Zhou Zhi as a delicacy that Jiachuan people are used to.

This delicacy is Zhuerba. The most authentic method is to use the bacon that is smoked on the day, commonly known as "fire smoked meat", to make the filling.

The piece of pig skin is not needed, just use part of it as an ingredient for roasting crispy skin.

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

The little girl played on the roof all afternoon and ate barbecue, but Zhou Zhi only gave her a glass, and later added another glass to her when she couldn't help it.

Zhou Zhi evened out the rest and counted it as three cups in front of him: "Come on, Tingting, it's no wonder you can still eat it when you get home."

"Then don't eat it, I'll just say Elder Brother Elder Brother invited me to eat barbecue." Guan Tingting said with a smile: "Let me tell you something, um--by chance, my heart is like love, by the plum tree. Such flowers and plants are loved by others, Life and death follow people's wishes, and no one complains about bitterness."

"What kind of crazy words are you talking about?" Zhou Zhi was puzzled, "The Peony Pavilion? "The Romance of the West Chamber"?"

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

"No, I've read the excerpts, but I know the smell!"

"..."

After a day of laziness, when Zhou Zhi and Feng Xueshan came home with a large basket of bacon and sausages on their backs, grandma couldn't help but boast: "Xueshan is the most capable."

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

"It's back." Grandma laughed and said, "It's still your idea, rice gravy mixed with glutinous rice flour, it's just right!"

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

One bamboo pole can hang seventy or eighty catties 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 to the balcony entrance.

Zhou Zhi was worried that the dripping oil would stain the flowers and plants: "I have to move the flowers downstairs to avoid the limelight of the bacon."

Grandma thinks this is pleasing to the eye: "This is like a private household, wait for your third sister to come, and drip oil all over him!"

"Ah? Hahahaha..." Zhou Zhi finally understood why grandma was so obsessed with the bacon at home this year, and praised her mother for making so much at one time. It turned out that she was always worried about this.

"Then you old man just sit here and enjoy it slowly." Zhou Zhi said with a smile, "Grandma, I'm taking Xueshan home."

"You kid, don't you keep others for dinner?" Grandma said anxiously, "It's been a waste of a day."

"It depends on your use of the word." Zhou Zhi waved his hand: "I ate and drank on the roof all day, and it was packed."

"Grandma, I'm not hungry, I just finished eating upstairs." Feng Xueshan said with a smile: "Grandma, I'm leaving, come down early tomorrow."

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

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

"I was unintentional." Feng Xueshan said with her head down, "Don't think too much, and don't misunderstand."

The tacit understanding between the two is difficult for outsiders to know. This is about Feng Xueshan blurting out on the roof that she wants to read "The Thorn Bird" with Zhou Zhi.

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

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

"Then you owe me a lot."

"……It is my fault."

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

"Are you really okay?"

"I've said it all, it's unintentional. Hey, don't feel too good about it, okay? That's the charm of that book, and it has nothing to do with you!"

(End of this chapter)