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Seeing Huang Xiaojun and his other cars go away, Song Wen turned around and went home.

Before entering the door, I heard a burst of laughter and scolding from inside, and then I heard my little nephew Xixi shouting angrily: "Grandma, I'm hungry."

"Wait a minute, your uncle will come back to have dinner."

"When will that uncle come back?"

"It's almost done, little greedy cat."

When Chen Xiuhui heard that his son had hit the wild boar, he was excited to come and see him. Xiao Xixi also shouted that he would come over after seeing it. So, Chen Xiuhui brought Lin Qinglan and Xiao Xixi to come over.

Chen Xiuhui is good at cooking. She stir-fried wild boar meat in different ways and produced delicious dishes, including garlic sprouts, papaya stir-fried vinegar meat, sweet and sour pork ribs, and most importantly, there is a large jar of braised meat.

Nanzhou’s braised pork is famous. It is usually made by older people. However, these elderly people don’t usually take action. They can only help when they go to help when they hold funerals. Chen Xiuhui’s craft was learned secretly when they go to help when they hold funerals. Although it is not as authentic as the elderly people, it is not much worse.

When making braised pork, the most important thing is to boil caramel. If the caramel is cooked well, the braised pork will be almost half successful. If it is not cooked well, the braised pork will be useless. Song Wen still remembers that when his mother made braised pork, it was too hot, so that the braised pork cooked with bitter taste. The father and son really suffered during that time.

In fact, it is not very difficult to make braised pork. The braised pork mainly uses pork belly, which is commonly known as three-layer meat, one layer of lean meat, one layer of fat and another layer of lean meat, which is fat and lean. There are also some mushrooms, garlic, seasonings with dark soy sauce, light soy sauce, sand tea powder and a little salt.

First, cut the pork belly into three or four centimeters squares, wash the Xianggu, cut the large one into four cloves, then heat the pan and add the sugar. Slowly stir the sugar to let the sugar melt thoroughly. After the sugar melts red, the lower half of the fat and lean pork, mushrooms, garlic and sausage powder are stir-fried. After the pork is red, heat the water to flood the meat noodles, add light soy sauce, dark soy sauce, and salt to taste, and stew until the meat is cooked. The braised pork gel made in this way is soft and glutinous, fat but not greasy, and melts in your mouth. It is a rare delicacy.

As soon as Song Wen came in, he smelled the strong aroma of braised meat. He was so greedy that he saliva was flowing. He picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of it and stuffed it into his mouth. Unexpectedly, the braised meat was just cooked and still hot, making him scream. Xixi sat at the table, his eyes straight at his uncle, turned to look at the kitchen, and then quickly turned around and grabbed a piece of pork and stuffed it into his mouth. His sneaky look was funny.

At this time, Chen Xiuhui and Lin Qinglan came out of the kitchen to serve the food and vegetables.

Xixi immediately pointed at Song Wen with her mouth bulging and said, "Grandma, uncle stealing food."

Uh..., this little guy, the thief is even calling for catching the thief.

Chen Xiuhui glared at Song Wen angrily, blaming him for taking care of the bad boy.

"Xixi is the most obedient. Come on, grandma will get you food." Chen Xiuhui smiled and took the bowl to make food for him, then leaned her head inside and shouted, "Ashui, it's time to eat."

After dinner, Xixi occupied the TV. Generally, as long as the TV is turned on, the ones must be cartoons. Because he snatched the remote control, he only liked to watch cartoons. The little guy sat cross-legged on the cushion and watched the cartoons with relish. Chen Xiuhui and Lin Qinglan sat next to him, knitting sweaters and talking, while Song Yuanshui was leisurely making tea there, occasionally glanced at cartoons.

Song Wen felt bored and remembered the trees placed in the parking lot, so he picked up the flashlight and walked out.

It was already the end of the month and the weather was getting colder. Song Wen was wearing a short-sleeved and a coat, and still felt a hint of coldness coming from his sleeves.

The night wind is chilly, blowing the bamboo branches swaying. In this moonless night sky and the silent mountains, it looks so weird.

Fortunately, there was also the dull sound of the stream, which brought a little anger to the dark night. Otherwise, people with bad hearts would have to have an attack in this dead night.

Song Wen was very brave. When he was a child, he ran to a grave full of graves because he saw the copper coins he picked up by his friend were beautiful, but he didn't feel anything. This dark and silent night was simply a little ks to him.

When I came to the parking lot, I looked at the trees, and felt that nothing would happen, so I put the dying old osmanthus tree into Ruyi Fan and soaked it in the pool to try to see if it could be saved.

When he returned home, he went to the backyard to inspect the big buffalo and the calf. Then he came to the hole dug by the little hedgehog, grabbed the little hedgehog, and wanted to put it into the Ruyi fan. Unexpectedly, the little guy was unhappy and struggled desperately to go back to the hole he dug. He thought he didn't want to be restrained in the palm-sized place in the Ruyi fan. Seeing that it was unwilling to go in, Song Wen did not force it and put it in the hole so that it could not get cold, so he walked back to the house.

When he returned to the house, he saw the puppy running around on his bed, biting the pillow. Seeing Song Wen back, the little guy quickly put down the pillow and waved his tail. Song Wen picked it up, pinched its chubby body hard, and then took it into the Ruyi Fan.

The day before yesterday, he dug out the wild vegetables that had not been planted from the mountain and piled them on the edge of the pool. They looked very fresh and did not feel wilted at all.

Suddenly, he found that there seemed to be some small things crawling around beside the wild vegetables, as if they were eating wild vegetables. He was curious, so he squatted down and looked carefully. There were young mountain crabs. He was surprised in his heart that he didn't seem to have caught the small mountain crabs in!

At this time, he saw a few big mountain crabs crawling around the pool, with a straw rope scattered beside him. Then he realized that it was the mountain crab I caught last time. Unexpectedly, he had not finished eating it and put it in it, but so many small mountain crabs were born. After looking at it, he didn't care and planned to let them settle here. Maybe there would be endless mountain crabs in the future, so that they would not have to catch them on the mountain.

After looking at it, I walked to the place where the sweet potato seedlings were planted and found that the vines of the sweet potato seedlings had already crawled very long and the leaves were also very lush. I could cut them off and grow sweet potatoes.

So he went out of the Ruyi Fan, found a hoe in the backyard, and bloomed a row of sweet potato ridges in the peach blossom fan, and then planted the cut sweet potato seedlings. There were Wuling sweet potatoes and Sanling purple potatoes. The Qingming vegetables he dug in looked green and gratifying. Those Qingming vegetables can indeed be planted in it, and they are almost blooming. After they bloom, they can keep the seeds and sow seeds in the future. Then the tender vegetable sprouts that grow will be the best.

When he woke up the next morning, before he could brush his teeth, he came to Ruyi Fan to check the situation of the old osmanthus tree. He found that the old osmanthus tree was slowly regaining its vitality. Some living roots became more vibrant, and some even gave birth to new roots, but some of them completely withered. He carefully checked the old osmanthus tree and found that although the roots below were alive, they could not transport nutrients to the tree. They only reached the skin outside the hole that was gnawed out by termites, and the skin had already shone new vitality.

Song Wen scratched the sap with his fingernails. It was much better than the slightest bit of dry green than I saw before. But even so, Lao Gui's situation was not optimistic, because the nutrients below could not be transported to the top, and the branches above would slowly die, and even the gods would not be able to save them. It seems that we have to think of a way, otherwise Lao Gui would transport the nutrients to the top. I don't know how long it will take to wait. Maybe the branches above would be dead by then, and what's the use of only one tree left? Will it be made into a bonsai? This is not his taste.

After leaving the Ruyi Fan, brushing his teeth and washing his face for dinner, he walked up the mountain with the washed rat cage, wanting to see if there were any bamboo rats caught in the bamboo forest and whether there were any wild boars falling into the trap.

However, it is obvious that a family of wild boars fell into a trap like yesterday. The wild boar trap was not destroyed, but the tender green bamboo shoots on it were eaten up, so he added some more. Then he patroled all the rat cages in the bamboo forest, and finally caught only two bamboo rats. Fortunately, it was better than nothing.

After inspecting the squirrel cage, Song Wen put down the squirrel cage he brought. Seeing that the bamboo shoots that were used as bait were a little old, he changed them again, and then brought the bamboo rats he caught out of the bamboo forest.

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