Seeing this scene, everyone laughed. Winnie pulled the melon back, stuffed her with a fried loach and ate it.


    Although the melon is young, it is not vague when eating. The loach is delicious and not delicious. Delicious means that it tastes good, but not delicious means that it is not easy to eat. It has many small thorns, so adults chew it directly after frying, and children eat it much harder.


    The small mouth of melon meat is very clever. It bites off half of the loach in one bite, and the small mouth and lips fly up and down. Soon, it spits out small thorns, opens its mouth and sprays them on the ground. Unexpectedly, there is not much meat to bring out. Mao Weilong and Liu Shuyan are constantly shocked.


    Blossoming also delicately grabbed one to eat. As a result, she became tearful after swallowing it. She grabbed Mao Weilong''s arm and coughed: "Kaka, Dad, Kaka, it''s stuck. It''s so uncomfortable..."


    Mao Weilong''s voice to his eldest daughter is the most delicate, because blossoms used to be unable to speak. Now they can hardly speak. He doesn''t want to go back to his past life anyway.


    The melon was still eating with a small mouth blocked. Two fat hands each grabbed a loach. Later, Winnie fed her a roast lamb chop. She threw away a loach and replaced it with a small lamb chop. One loach on the left and one loach on the right ate happily.


    Blossoming can only look at it with envy. Mao Weilong used the local method to treat the fishbone stuck in her throat, which is to let her SIP vinegar. In this way, blossoming''s pretty face is sour and wrinkled into a ball, which is unbearable.


    Teasing children and bully dogs, eating loach, eel and fragrant lamb chops, drinking cold fresh beer, a happy end of dinner.


    When Qin Shiou and others got up early the next morning, they put into farm work again. Mao Weilong''s farm originally had more than 1200 mu. Later, he merged a small farm next to it, with a total area of about 1800 mu, of which more than 1000 mu was planted with corn. Before, he had already worked on an area of 400 mu, leaving more than 600 mu. Today, another day''s work will be over.


    Looking at the carts of corn grains sent into the storage tank, Mao Weilong sighed and said, "shit, how good people are to do things. I''ve worked hard for only 400 mu in a week. The four of us can do nearly twice in less than two days."


    The corn planted in more than 1000 mu of corn field can not be counted, and it is impossible to mature at the same time. Some mature in advance, which will have been killed, and some are green corn. Dry corn doesn''t matter. Green corn can''t be sent to the storage tank because the humidity is too high, otherwise it is easy to bring mold flooding. These corn have been selected. Mao Weilong said to make it into green storage feed and sell it. Qin Shiou saw that the corn grains are full, solid and shiny, and said they can be baked at noon.


    Mao Weilong felt embarrassed. We worked all morning and couldn''t bake some corn at noon? In this way, there are potatoes in his field, which taste good. Then add some baked potatoes


    Just like when he was a child, Qin Shiou packed up some dried corn stalks and firewood, lit a bonfire and roasted the corn with iron poles. As a result, some of the corn stalks were wet. When the fire was lit, there was thick smoke, because there was no wind today, and the smoke turned into a pillar of smoke and rushed straight into the sky.


    The black knife stared and said, "boss, didn''t we use the oven last night? Is it better to bake corn in an oven? "


    Indeed, the fire of the campfire is very big, and the green corn is delicate. It will be scorched if you are not careful.


    Qin Shiou said with a smile: "what you eat is the feeling, the feeling when you were a teenager."


    Mao Weilong prepared peanut oil and applied it continuously during the baking process. In this way, he would rarely scorch if he was careful. Mao Weilong set up a pot on the fire and boiled the corn in it. He still couldn''t believe Qin Shiou''s skill.


    When two corn were roasted, Qin Shiou handed one to Heidao and began to chew one.


    Because of peanut oil, roasted corn tastes particularly fragrant and sweet. Although it is not sticky corn, it tastes good.


    After eating a piece of corn, Qin Shiou thought it was delicious and roasted it. Heidao didn''t catch a cold with roasted corn. He only ate barbecue meat and fish. If he wanted to eat coarse grains, he would rather eat boiled ones. Qin Shiou gave them to him after roasting, so he was not sensitive to it.


    "What''s the matter? Are you full?" Qin Shiou asked vaguely while eating corn.


    Black knife said with a dry smile: "of course not. It''s just the boss. Eating baked things is easy to get cancer."


    Qin Shiou sneered, "your sister, how can you be afraid of cancer when you eat barbecue?"


    The black knife said naturally, "the barbecue tastes so delicious. Who can refuse it? I''m willing to risk cancer by eating barbecue, but I''m not willing to risk cancer by eating roasted corn. "


    The water in the pot boiled and the corn was cooked. Mao Weilong took it out and handed it to the black knife and BB cream. They ate it with relish and nodded and said that the corn was delicious.


    Qin Shiou waited until the corn was cooked and planned to spread the firewood. At this time, a police car roared into the farm. Mao Weilong looked up strangely when he heard the siren and said, "what''s the matter, what are the police doing here?"


    Qin Shiou flattened the campfire, dug out the big potatoes buried in the ground and said with a smile, "are you here to help with your work?"


    Mao Weilong left his mouth and said, "I don''t dare to ask for it. Damn it, the Canadian Mounted Police are not our people''s police. This is a group of gentlemen."


    Qin Shiou was unwilling to listen to this and said, "man, you''re lying with your eyes open. Anyway, as far as I know, in terms of police, Canada has a full range of service and responsibility. You said the mounted police were the uncle? Then your father''s colleagues and subordinates in China are his ancestors. I wish our people could provide them. "


    The police car stopped in front of the building, and then slowly drove over. The two policemen in the back got off seriously and asked in a very strict tone, "were you burning a fire just now?"


    Mao Weilong nodded and said, "yes, but we are not burning a fire, but cooking and barbecue. What we bake are corn and potatoes."


    After the meeting, the two policemen lightened up. Among them, the older policeman came and looked at the campfire and said unhappily, "why don''t you use an oven for barbecue? We received a report that your farm was on fire. Your neighbor claimed to have seen a heavy pillar of smoke flying into the air just now. What''s the matter? "


    This pot can only be carried by Qin Shiou. Baking corn is his choice, and it''s also the bonfire he made. So he went up and asked, "guys, there may be some misunderstanding in this? We just baked something to eat by ourselves. If it caused panic to the neighbors around us, we are willing to apologize. "