Song Tan Jishi

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

Looking at the pigsty at this moment, he said with a little regret:

"Originally, I wanted to invite the children to watch when the pig was slaughtered, but my sister said it was too bloody to scare the children. So forget it."

In fact, there is too little meat, not enough.

[Sit up in shock while dying, I heard that there are pig dishes——I eat the black one! 】

[I eat white, the fattest one! I love grits! 】

[I don't pick the anchor! Eat it all! 】

[I'm a repeater, I'm in my thirties this year, I'm not afraid of bloodshed]

[What bloody? I'm not afraid! As the anchor, I grew up watching Rainbow Cat and Blue Rabbit! 】

[What's so frightening? To tell you the truth from the host, I am born with little tendons, and I am never afraid of being scared】

[Zizhu is too pitiful, he doesn’t know his own destiny at all... The anchor of Qiuqiu asked me to come, I can recite scriptures, and I can cry and recite while eating...]

If the previous pumpkins could still maintain their rationality, now that they hear the pig-killing dish, everyone in the live broadcast room can't wait to throw a tantrum.

Pig-killing dishes, that's pig-killing dishes!

The hot cauldron, the blazing firewood, the frost and snow all around, the breathing of mist... But it was full of voices.

There will be pig blood that is gradually solidifying in the big pot, and the chubby chef will turn over the sizzling oil residue in the pot with a big shovel. Stew everything...

And they, visitors from afar, rubbed their hands and squatted in front of the stove, warming themselves up into balls, stretching their necks covetously, thinking in their hearts, which dish to eat first?

suck!

Suck!

Suck and suck!

However, no matter what everyone fantasized about, the innocent, kind, greedy and never-ending education anchor only held the bracket in one hand and the basket in the other, happily greeted the king and went down the mountain.

At the same time, he zoomed his face on the camera in distress, and said distressedly: "How come it's not enough for two hours..."

...

However, when Jojo, who was happily descending from the mountain, entered the yard, he found that the yard was quiet and there were not many people at all.

"Hey, where are people?"

He was about to go into the house to have a look, when he saw Song Tan coming out with a juicy green peach in his mouth, and a weird stainless steel machine in his arms.

When the machine was put aside, it seemed like a still, nothing to see, everyone's eyes were on her mouth——

Just hearing a "click", she ruthlessly gnawed on the tip of the peach, as if she had gnawed on the hearts of everyone in the live broadcast room!

It's not trembling—it's heartbreak!

And jealousy!

[Ahhh, Yunqiao Xiantao has long been out of stock, why are you still eating it! 】

【that is! Why, woo woo, do you know how greedy children are? 】

[I don't care, I don't care! There's another peach, right? On the shelf, on the shelf, on the shelf! ! ! 】

However, Song Tan gnawed half of it, and now he leaned over and asked:

"Is there enough time?"

Jojo shook his head: "No."

Song Tan was depressed: "Then it's hard work for you to sign this contract."

[Damn it, what's the hard work! Isn't this the minimum duration for a live broadcast? 】

[As long as you work hard as an anchor, one hour a day is enough. 】

【that is! Every update requires me to kneel down and beg you, do you take me to heart? 】

[I don't care, my Taotao! 】

【I want peach too】

【Who is suffering like me—I used to have a sufficient stock in front of me, but I didn't cherish it, I just cared about it with others...】

[That's right, it's the fans of your host Xiao Jiang! In the end, the quarrel was won, and there was only one box of Tao left. 】

Qiao Qiao shook her head: "It's not hard, the children are very good. Sister, I also want to eat peaches."

"Go and get them. The unpicked peaches on the mountain are ripe again. I just picked some and washed them in the basket."

When I picked peaches before, I left some young or too small peaches on the mountain, and now they are ripening one after another. I went up the mountain to touch them today, and I found more than 20 peaches, which are just enough for the family to eat every day. The taste is very delicious outstanding.

Before Qiao Qiao entered the room, Song Tan asked again: "Oh, by the way, they opened a wine cellar in the backyard, why don't you set up your mobile phone there and broadcast live?"

Open a wine cellar? !

Wow, this is new knowledge that Jojo has never learned before!

He quickly put the basket aside, then picked up the stand and left.

There are bloody cries in the barrage——

[Peach, my peach! 】

There is indeed a wine cellar in the backyard... To be precise, it is not a wine cellar, it is purely made by burying the jars in the soil.

However, it has been a month since the brewing, if not for the chat just now, Seventh Cousin almost forgot again, so he hurriedly asked everyone to dig it out and have a look.

This is fresh sorghum, newly brewed sorghum wine!

Good guy, don't say that Song Sancheng is full of passion, even Song Youde threw down the half-woven straw mat and came over to look at it now.

And grandpa Wu Jianguo, he couldn't sit still, so he let his grandma push him over. The angry grandma was still muttering until Qiao Qiao passed by: "What's so good about wine? It's preventing me from earning money..."

And Qiao Qiao put the bracket aside, and hurried over: "Have you dug it out?"

"It's coming soon."

The Seventh Cousin wiped off his sweat, and commanded the strong laborers Song Sancheng and Tang Xiaodong Qilin: "Up—up, higher up... put it here... Ouch, slow down..."

As a result, everyone in the live broadcast saw the big guys huddled together, but the back of their heads was clear, and they couldn't see what the wine cellar was like, so they couldn't help becoming anxious——

[The wine cellar, let's take a look! 】

[The ones in the front give way——]

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

[Damn it, this angle is obviously looking at the back of the head, where is the wine cellar? 】

Fortunately, after a while, cheers erupted from the crowd, and then everyone moved away tacitly, and saw a large, unremarkable round tank, which was carried by the crowd and carefully placed on the ground.

The big vat was tightly sealed, and Seven Cousin took a lot of effort to take it apart again.

The moment the tank was opened, all the men present took a deep breath together, and then showed intoxicated expressions.

As for grandma and Ulan: ...

The two of them just turned their heads back together, and the back showed disgust, "Why are you so aggressive..."

Then he sniffled again: "It's quite fragrant... it smells like food... and it's a bit sweet..."

I can't say more, after all, they don't drink alcohol.

Looking at the elders around me, I can't wait to go straight up!

It was still Seventh Cousin who remained calm. Seeing the softened sorghum inside, he stretched out his hand and squeezed a pinch—water would come out easily.

Then the stable expression on his face suddenly cracked, and then burst into surprise and can't wait, even the shout was trembling:

"Song Tan! Song Tan! I told you to buy that wine steamer, take it out quickly!"

Ah, there are people at home in the afternoon, and I just left after dinner... Good night first, try it tomorrow and add more updates!

I just finished writing about dried pumpkin yesterday, and today I saw a dried pumpkin in the sun when I watched the video. Big data is amazing...