Chapter 1832: The Ducks Are Miserable

Everyone picked sweet melons with great energy, even Wu Lei was full of passion, only Zhang Chen was helpless:

"How long do you want to pick? Isn't it for your own family to eat? You can pick almost enough after walking this ridge."

Is it necessary to go around a few laps here?

Wu Lei was very cautious: "I want to pick some suitable for us to eat, and pick some that are cracked severely for the cattle to taste."

Cousin said, the rotten ones in their family are also fed to pigs, cattle, and sheep, he can pick some, it doesn't matter.

But...

Cousin has specialized people here to raise cattle and look after cattle, and can even treat cattle! He only learned a half-bucket of water there. What if he picks a bad one and the cattle get diarrhea?

Wanting to give the cattle something good, but afraid of the cattle having problems. At this moment, Wu Lei had a face of worry: "You don't understand, since I raised cattle, I have been more attentive than serving anything."

"Then I really can see it." Zhang Chen said lazily: "You weren't such a second-lengzi before. Since raising cattle, it's about talking to the cattle every day, and people have become stupid."

Okay, farmhouse pastoral fun has fun, but he is born to enjoy blessings, and only wants to eat ready-made ones.

This muddy land stepping on it is not a thing!

Therefore, he couldn't look at Wu Lei being so slow, looked at the bottom of a few sweet melon vines next to him, reached out and twisted a few down *crack crack*.

The plastic basket doesn't look small, but it's a matter of ten or twenty to fill it up. He walked a few steps, and the basket was half piled up.

Wu Lei opened his mouth, wanting to say something but didn't know what to say.

It was Song Tan who came to see Zhang Chen busy, and didn't have to speak, she already understood.

This time it was rare to be polite: "My brother Wu Lei's brain is sometimes not very flexible, thank you for worrying."

"Do you like eating tender peanuts? We pulled a lot of peanuts in the field, bring some tonight, let my aunt help you boil them with salt water as a snack, it's very fragrant."

This thing just can't be stored, it's easy to go rancid once it's stored.

"Okay." Zhang Chen was overjoyed:

"There isn't anyone who doesn't like the things from your family, right? I'm just basking in Wu Lei's reflected glory. Besides, he's just a bit honest and sincere; in this day and age, that kind of sincerity is actually hard to find."

Saying that, he lowered his head and looked at the basket, and couldn't help laughing: "Wu Lei told you, can I pick a few jin to take away when I leave?"

Song Tan remembered Wu Lei's previous words, and couldn't help but laugh: "Yes, when the time comes, you come to the field to pick the perfect ones, and take them back for your family to taste."

Wu Lei opened his mouth on the side, he originally wanted to say that Ning City is only a few hours away by car, there is no need to pick good ones!

But at this moment, the two of them looked at him, he pursed his lips and didn't speak again.

In this muddy land, Lu Chuan couldn't step on it, and Song Tan also neatly picked two baskets to prepare for the homestay, and by the way, sent some to Lu Jing to send to friends.

Just put the two baskets on the car, and heard Seventh Uncle's happy voice message:

"Tan Tan, it's raining, the road is slippery, a few ducks fell from the stone slope on the river beach side..."

"The ducks are miserable! The duck's neck is broken!"

If Seventh Uncle's voice wasn't so excited, Song Tan would really believe that he felt the ducks were miserable.

"Then, Seventh Uncle, do you want to make the tea branch smoked duck you mentioned before?"

"The tea branches are not dried yet, where can I smoke the duck." Seventh Uncle was dissatisfied:

"Put the thick branches in the warehouse first. Besides, the old ducks on the river beach are very cunning, and they won't play on the slippery stone slope on a rainy day. They are all half-big ducks."

In total, they are not even two months old. This age of small ducks, making roast duck is called fresh, fragrant, tender and tender!

The reason for calling...

"It's just that there are many people in our family, one small duck for two people, and we have to kill three more. Look at this, I'll call Chen Xi to kill it later, do you feel sorry?"

Raising ducks is not for eating, why save old ducks?

Besides, they fell anyway.

Song Tan decisively indicated: "Kill, kill two more, otherwise it won't be enough to eat—also don't be afraid that the ducks won't keep up, our incubator has been hatching."

Seventh Uncle, as the chef of the family, after mastering the power of the three self-reflections of the day 【What to eat in the morning? What to eat at noon? What to eat at night?】, when he asked this, the duck was actually already killed.

Hey, the ducks are miserable!

In short—

【Tomorrow morning you have to watch that it doesn't rain—forget it, this is not accurate, otherwise you pick it now, pick more cucumbers, and pick some sweet melons that are not ripe.】

【Pick two green onions, I'll cut the onion shreds when I come back】

Although the duck slaughter, hair removal, and processing into flavor have to take seven or eight hours, it doesn't prevent things from being prepared first.

It stands to reason that besides cucumber strips for rolling duck meat, that kind of cantaloupe strips also has a unique flavor. Doesn't our family have it? Sweet melon can also support it.

Then adjust a sweet noodle sauce, and then adjust a spicy sauce...

Mainly eat both sweet and salty! Beautiful!

He hummed a song, beautifully went to get honey to adjust the sauce for brushing the skin.

And on the river beach.

Six Treasure sneaked into the lotus pond again, but Chen Xi and Chen Chi, who were busy dealing with the ducks, didn't find it.

The brothers were busy scalding the ducks with hot water in the basin and turning them over, while the other kept pouring hot water on the ducks with a ladle.

The hot water vapor mixed with the unique fishy smell of the duck came to the face. Chen Chi, a tall man, sat on a small stool, put his big hand into the hot water, felt the hot slight stinging pain, and then pulled the duck hair along the direction of the hair flow—

He raised his head:

"Okay."

Chen Xi nodded: "My basin is still a bit short, you pull your basin first."

Small duck meat is tender, and the time for scalding hair is shorter than expected. Now taking advantage of the hot water, Chen Chi pulled the thick duck feathers handful by handful, and asked:

"Brother, wait a minute, are there extra tweezers?"

Seventh Uncle specially explained that this duck is to be made into roast duck, so the skin must not be broken, it is not good-looking, and the small fluff on it must also be pulled out one by one with tweezers.

This is a delicate job, but unfortunately his eyesight is not as good as before as he gets older.

Originally, he said to bring it back for Wu Lan and the others to help, but it kept raining, and the river beach was idle now, so the brothers volunteered.

Especially Chen Chi, he is like Qiao Qiao, now very interested in new knowledge, and has not seriously pulled small ducks before.

This is not, just pulled the duck feathers of the first duck, and started to worry about the small fluff later.

Chen Xi nodded: "Don't worry, there are."

It's just a pity: "If this duck grows for another two years, I don't know how fragrant it will be when stewed in soup..."

"It's okay, brother." Chen Chi said seriously: "There are a few ducks that are much older than them, I recognize them. Next time when they want to stew duck soup, I will pick those few."

Chen Xi:... He didn't mean that...

Hey! In short.

The ducks are miserable!

?? I'm here again haha! Thanks to Hanshan Fuming for the reward! ===== CHAPTER 1833 =====