Chapter 555: Pig-Killing Dish and Wine Cellar

While talking, Qiao Qiao had already cut the remaining two pumpkins in the basket.

At this moment, looking at the pigsty, he still said with some regret:

"Originally I wanted to invite children to watch when killing the pig, but Sister said it was too bloody and couldn't scare the children. So forget it."

Actually, there was too little meat, not enough to share.

【Dying of illness and sitting up in shock, hearing there is pig-killing dish—I eat that black one!】

【I eat the white one, the fattest one! I love oil dregs!】

【Streamer, I'm not picky! I eat whichever!】

【I'm a repeater, I'm already thirty-something this year, not afraid of blood】

【What bloody? I'm not afraid! Streamer, I grew up watching Rainbow Cat and Blue Rabbit!】

【What scare? Don't hide it from the streamer, I was born with one less nerve, never afraid of being scared】

【The pig is also too pitiful, it doesn't know its fate at all... please streamer let me come, I will chant sutras, and I can chant while crying while eating...】

If everyone could keep their reason for the pumpkins before, now hearing about the pig-killing dish, the livestream room wished everyone could splash and roll.

Pig-killing dish, that is the pig-killing dish!

Hot big pot, roaring firewood, frost and snow all around, exhaling mist... but it carries the boiling voices of people.

In the big basin, there will be gradually coagulating pig blood, the fat chef will hold a big shovel and turn the oil dregs sizzling in the pot, in the iron pot, sour cabbage and pork ribs are tossing, and everything stewed in the hot white mist...

And they, this group of guests from afar, will rub their hands without promise, squatting in front of the stove, while roasting fire and curling themselves into balls, while greedily stretching their necks, calculating in their hearts, which dish to eat first?

Slurp!

Slurp slurp!

Slurp slurp!

However, no matter how everyone fantasizes, the innocent, kind, and greedy educational streamer who never ends the tail only cares about carrying the stand in one hand and the basket in the other, happily greeting Da Wang and going down the mountain.

While still distressed, he put his face on the lens and enlarged it, distressed: "Why isn't it two hours yet..."

However, Qiao Qiao, who happily went down the mountain, found that the courtyard was quiet when he entered, and there were not many people.

"Eh, where are the people?"

He was planning to go into the house to see, when he saw Song Tan coming out with a watery big green peach in her mouth, holding a strange stainless steel machine in her arms.

After the machine was put aside, the thing seemed to be a distiller, nothing good to look at, everyone's eyes were on her mouth—

With just a 'clack', she took a cold, heartless bite of the peach tip, as if she had also bitten into the hearts of everyone in the livestream!

Not heart trembling—it's heart broken!

And jealousy!

【Ah ah ah Yunqiao fairy peach has been out of stock for a long time, why are you still eating it!】

【That's right! Why, woo woo woo, do you know how greedy the child is?】

【I don't care, I don't care! Are there peaches again? List them, list them, list them!

!】

However, Song Tan finished off half of it with a 'clack-clack', and at this moment, she leaned over and asked:

"Is the time enough?"

Qiao Qiao shook his head: "No."

Song Tan was depressed: "Then this contract you signed is quite hard."

【Good guy, what's hard about it! Isn't this the minimum livestream time?】

【But if you were diligent, streamer, one hour a day would be enough.】

【That's right! Every time there is an update, I have to kneel down and beg you, do you have me in your heart at all?】

【I don't care, my peach peach!】

【I also want peaches ah ah ah】

【Who is as bitter as me—once there was a sufficient inventory in front of me, but I didn't cherish it, only caring about arguing with people...】

【That's right, it's that group of fans of Little Jiang streamer! In the end, the argument was won, and only one box of peaches was left.】

Qiao Qiao shook his head: "Not hard, the children are very obedient. Sister, I also want to eat peaches."

"Go get them, those peaches that weren't picked on the mountain before are a bit more ripe, just picked some down, all washed and in the basket."

When picking peaches before, some green or too small peaches were left on the mountain, now they are maturing one after another, today went up the mountain to touch a circle, actually gathered more than twenty, just enough for daily eating at home, the taste is very outstanding.

Before Qiao Qiao entered the house, he heard Song Tan instruct again: "Oh right, they are opening the wine cellar in the backyard, do you want to set up the phone there and broadcast it?"

Opening the wine cellar?!

Wow, this is new knowledge that Qiao Qiao hasn't learned!

He hurriedly put the basket aside, and then carried the stand and left.

Leaving behind the crying shouts in the barrage—

【Peach, my peach!】

The backyard is indeed opening the wine cellar... to be precise, it's not much of a wine cellar, purely burying the vat in the soil to make do.

However, it has been a month since brewing, if it weren't for chatting, Seventh Uncle would have forgotten again, at this moment hurriedly greeting everyone to dig it out and see.

This is the newly threshed sorghum, newly brewed sorghum wine!

Good guy, let alone Song Sancheng being full of passion, even Song Youde threw away the straw mat he was weaving halfway, and at this moment came over to see.

And Grandpa Wu Jianguo, he couldn't sit still, insisted on letting Grandma push him over, making Grandma mutter until Qiao Qiao went over: "What's there to see about wine? Delaying me from earning money..."

And Qiao Qiao put the stand aside, and hurriedly leaned over: "Dug it out?"

"Soon, soon."

Seventh Uncle wiped his sweat, directing the strong laborers Song Sancheng and Tang Xiaodong Grandpa Qi Lin: "Up—up, lift it higher... put it here... oh my, slow down, slow down..."

So, the people in the livestream room only saw a group of people squeezed together, the back of their heads were clear, but they couldn't see what the wine cellar looked like, couldn't help but get anxious—

【Wine cellar, show it to us!】

【The one in front, move aside, move aside—】

【Ah ah ah ah ah! I just want to ask, is it a crime to put the stand in front of people!】

【Damn, this angle is clearly looking at the back of the head, where is the wine cellar?】

Fortunately, after a while, a cheer erupted in the crowd, and then everyone tacitly made way, and saw a big round vat that looked unremarkable, carried by everyone with a pole, carefully placed on the ground.

The big vat was sealed tightly, Seventh Uncle spent some effort to dismantle it and look.

At the moment of opening the vat, all the men on the scene took a deep breath, and then showed a intoxicated look.

As for Grandma and Wu Lan:...

Both of them tilted their heads back, and then showed disgust, "Why is it so pungent and thick..."

And then sniffed again: "Still quite fragrant... has grain fragrance... and a bit sweet..."

Couldn't say more, after all, neither of them drank.

Looking at the big men around, they couldn't wait to stick to it!

It was Seventh Uncle who was calm, seeing the sorghum that had softened, reached out and pinched a pinch—it was easy to squeeze out water.

Then the steady expression on his face suddenly cracked, and then burst into surprise and impatience, even the shouting voice was trembling:

"Song Tan! Song Tan! The distiller I told you to buy, hurry up and take it out!" ===== CHAPTER 556 =====