Yo, grandpa is here

"Grandpa Zu means - stew the dog and eat it." Dafa took the wood away from Er Maotou.

Hey, Brother Ermao's brain is getting more and more like wood.

Qingqing was sitting on a padded stool, holding steaming brown sugar tea in her hand, shaking it by the side and serving her, always directing a few children to burn charcoal.

It takes three hours to burn a kiln of charcoal, from afternoon to night, during which time I go back and make instant noodles.

Thin noodles are rolled out, steamed and then fried, and the noodle cakes that can be stored for several days are ready.

The beef was bought at the market yesterday, there is beef and beef suet.

Buli said that the sauce for hot pot and instant noodles is inseparable from butter, which will not be sold, but he can refine it himself.

He was busy making butter, and Qingqing secretly ate it by the side, and took a bite of the noodle bread that was hanging aside, yes, it tasted like this!
Buli insisted that the seasoning for this instant noodle was not complete, so she had to make the sauce and bread in advance. The soul seasoning would take a few days to make, and then she would soak it for her.

There are policies and countermeasures. If he doesn't let him eat, she will steal it.

Buli turned around when she heard the sound of clicking, Qingqing immediately hid the half-bitten bread behind her, and tried to change the subject.

"Farming cattle are protected by the government and cannot be slaughtered at will, so why is beef cheaper than pork?"

"It's just that the killing of farm cattle is not allowed, and cattle that die naturally are not restricted."

"This meat doesn't look old, doesn't it look like it died normally?"

"The current emperor likes to eat beef. He takes the lead in eating beef, and dignitaries from all over the world also eat it. There are too many cows, and it is not easy to let it 'unnaturally die'? Also, when you steal it, lady, remember to wipe your mouth. It's stuck to your face."

"Ahahaha~" Qingqing stopped pretending, and simply brought the bread to her mouth, and continued to bite.

"Eat less of this kind of fried food. If you eat too much, you won't be able to digest it." She looked at her lovingly.

She is not working, especially like a child.

After a while, he boiled the butter and started to make the beef sauce. As soon as various seasonings were added, the aroma of the meat sauce came out.

"Let me help you taste the saltiness~ Let me see what's missing!" Qingqing was about to eat it openly with a spoon in her hand, but Buli sighed and carried her away.

"It hasn't been cooked for enough time, it's not delicious, you eat this."

Conjuring a stack of pastries from the cupboard.

He carried her to the small bench and served her with a pot of homemade milk tea.

"I think I'll be fine even if I'm [-] catties fatter." Qingqing devoured the delicious food and took the time to express her thoughts.

"Oh? You protested that I was going to make you fat?" Woman, your name is fickle!
"I think about it, sister, I rely on my talent to eat, not on my face! In order to please others, starving myself is more important than eating comfortably? I also thought about it. solution."

"fitness?"

"Well, fitness, but it's not me, it's you."

"Why?" She is the one who is fat, so what does it mean to let him exercise?
"I'm getting fatter, you just need to build a little strength in your arms, and you can easily hug me. You see, my mother is quite round, and my father praises her for being beautiful every time without conscience."

"Mother-in-law is always pretty. If you were fatter, you would look as good-looking as her."

Buli found another plate of snacks from the cupboard, Qingqing's eyes were bent.

Find such a man who can cook, whoever loses weight will have trouble with his stomach.

When it was time to open the kiln to get charcoal, the younger brothers gathered together, waiting to witness the miracle.

Pieces of black charcoal were carried out, and the younger brothers cheered.

"It's charcoal!" No one in the village could afford this before.

In everyone's mind, charcoal is only qualified to be used by wealthy families. Unexpectedly, the two ancestors knew how to make charcoal!
"Don't rush to be happy, whether it works or not, you have to try it to know." Qingqing said with a smile.

"Isn't this just charcoal? I've seen it in the city. Is there any good charcoal?" Er Mao asked without understanding.

"Of course, good charcoal should be resistant to burning, and the more heat it provides when burning, the better."

Qingqing took out a section, lit it, and shook her head after burning for a while.

"It doesn't seem to be very successful. It doesn't provide enough heat and the smoke is too big."

Except for Buli, no one else can see the problem. Doesn’t this charcoal burn well? Isn’t the grandmother’s request too high?
"It seems that the carbon content is not enough to control the temperature. Buli, what do you think caused the failure?" Qingqing asked Buli.

"It may be related to the density of the wood. At the same carbonization temperature, the denser wood may have a higher carbon content."

Qingqing nodded, it seemed that was the reason.

"Then let's try again and increase the temperature. If the wood is used up and the temperature is still not good, we can change the hardwood and continue to try."

"Then what if it doesn't work again?" Er Mao asked, "I think this is pretty good, as long as it works."

Qingqing tapped him on the head.

"Do you know why your grandfather was able to marry me?"

"Because Grandpa Zu can cook delicious food?"

Buli pretended not to care, but actually listened with all ears.

"It's because we are all people who pursue the ultimate. If we can do our best, we won't settle for second best. I also ask you guys to do the same. Do your best, and don't settle for what you can do best."

Qingqing took the opportunity to show off her eloquence, praised Buli and at the same time raised herself up a bit. I don't believe this foolishness, can't you coax Buli to make her a bowl of instant noodles at night?Whether there is a lack of seasoning, she really doesn't care!
Buli was completely comfortable in her photo, thinking about how to continue to "perform" after turning off the lights at night, after all, she is a person who does not settle.

For the time being, Qingqing doesn't know that her flattery is in the wrong place to mislead others.

The two exchanged a tired look, and the children were slapped hard in the face by the tons of dog food.

Putting the wood back into the kiln started the second attempt.

Qingqing has done ideological construction for the children in advance. If she wants to make the perfect charcoal in her mind, she must have the spirit of trial and error. It is fast to master the rules within a week.

Nothing in this world can be done overnight.

The kiln was re-sealed, and it was already late when everyone returned to the village, and most of the people in the village were asleep.

Yu Sigou's mother and son heard the dogs barking outside, opened the curtains a little and looked into the street, and saw Ermao and others holding torches, surrounded by Buli and Qingqing, walking back.

The four sons of bitches dragged their son back, not forgetting to taunt:
"Ermao and the others are so stupid. They do white jobs for others all day long. My son, don't go there. Idiots will learn from them."

"I don't want to learn from them, I want to learn from my mother." Sigou got back into the bed contentedly, lay down for a while, and sat up again humming.

"Mom, it's so cold."

The kang in Sigou's house was quite old. There was no man in the house, no one passed the flue, and it wouldn't warm up if it burned.

"That mother will seal up the windows with oiled paper tomorrow, so that it will be warmer if there is no wind blowing in." The four bitches figured out, whoever has oiled paper, she went to borrow some.

A loan that doesn't have to be repaid.
Buli and Qingqing led everyone to plant the land, and took time to study the great cause of charcoal burning. When they came back at night, they had to study the "cooperative project" under the covers, and they were extremely busy.

Time flies, and seven days have passed.