"A love variety show has turned into a farmer show?"

"To be honest, I think it's delicious."

"Seeing so many delicious foods, I forgot about Lianzong."

"Who cares if you have food?"

Up to now, many people have been discussing the production of Lotus Village in the comment area.

Seeing that Gu Qingluo had made such a bunch of things, some foodies couldn't wait to climb into the screen and eat them for her.

Gu Qingluo didn't know how to get it back, but she was really reluctant to ask for it.

In the end, He Jiayun found a cold chain truck to help everyone transport things back.

In addition to Gu Qingluo, other guests also bought a lot of things.

He Jiayun bought a lot of sausages, and asked the villagers to help find that kind of lamb and killed several of them, Song Wei bought dozens of catties of meat, ready to go home and freeze it and eat it slowly.

Even Jiuxiao bought a few chickens.

After loading the things into the car, everyone took the car to the airport.

When Gu Qingluo returned to H City, the car transporting goods was almost there.

He also has his own cold storage, so He Jiayun asked people to drive the car to the cold storage and unload the things first.

Gu Qingluo remembered this matter.

As soon as she returned, she called An Qingping.

An Qingping drove over, and Gu Qingluo picked up two chickens and an elbow, plus some dried vegetables for An Qingping to load in the car and let her take it home.

The rest of the things, Gu Qingluo asked Old Man He to find someone to pull them back.

Naturally, she also followed the car to the He family's old house.

There are so many things given by the villagers in Lotus Village, Gu Qingluo has a half-pulled pig here, as well as mutton and beef, and several chickens and ducks that have been killed, and there are several elbows.

Gu Qingluo went to the He family's old house, and said to Old Man He: "You give me a hand, let's build a stove, buy a big pot, first cook the half of the pig and elbow, there are a lot of chickens and ducks, stew one tonight, make a roast duck, and freeze the rest in the refrigerator."

She said as she walked around the yard looking for a place.

The He family's house is very beautifully cleaned up.

Except for a few villas, the rest is a garden with a variety of precious flowers.

Lin Xiuyue loves flowers, and she picks all the flowers in the garden, in addition, she also has a big flower room in the backyard.

Gu Qingluo walked around, and finally found a clearing in the corner, she pointed to the place: "Just here, go find some bricks, and I'll build you a stove."

Old Man He couldn't help but think that when he was a child, whenever he was a child, whenever the Chinese New Year, he could see the rich families in the village killing pigs and cooking meat, such a big pot, stewed in a pot full of meat, when the meat was about to cook, the aroma could float half of the village.

At that time, he couldn't even eat enough, smelled meat, and his hungry stomach was growling.

At that time, his greatest wish was to be able to eat a piece of meat.

Later, she met Gu Qingluo, Gu Qingluo raised him, but he didn't lack a bite of meat to eat, but only the two of them, whether they were ordinary or for the New Year's holiday, were just buying a piece of meat, or going up the mountain to hunt some prey and come back or roast or boil.

Even if he can eat some meat every day, Old Man He still wants to be like the rich family in the village, to be able to support a big pot and stew a pot full of meat. ….

This wish has not been fulfilled until now.

After he left the village, he worked for others, and it was good to have enough to eat, but later he married a wife and had children, and he has been busy making a living, and his family is not large, so he really can't cook a big pot of meat to eat.

Later, he had money and time, but he didn't have that kind of heart.

Now that Gu Qingluo mentioned boiling meat again, Old Man He suddenly became interested.

He immediately called and asked someone to buy some red bricks and come back.

Gu Qingluo picked up some bricks and began to build the stove.

While she was holding the bricks and swinging them around, she instructed Old Man He to dig up some soil and mud.

Old Man He is almost ninety years old,

He also took a shovel and dug in the garden.

After he reconciled the mud, Gu Qingluo's movements sped up, and the stove was quickly built.

At this time, the people who bought the iron pot also returned.

Gu Qingluo moved the pot alone and put it directly on the stove.

Old Man He got a water pipe and put water in the pot, and Gu Qingluo began to burn the fire.

When the water was about to boil, the two of them washed the pot with hot water.

After that, put water in the pot, and then put the pork cut into large pieces, and the whole elbow.

Putting the meat in, Gu Qingluo clapped her hands: "Seasoning, I haven't put the seasoning yet."

Old Man He immediately ran to the kitchen to get all kinds of spices.

The nanny at home also found a piece of clean white gauze and chased it out: "Wrap it up with this, put the seasoning here, and I will sew it up again."

The white spice was thrown into the pot, and the fire was burning, and after a while, the smell of meat came out.

The old house of the He family is in the villa area.

The house occupies a very large area, but there are also people around.

Next to the He family, there are several sets of small villas, and in the distance, there are rows of small villas dotted in the greenery.

The environment here is good, the greening rate is high, there is a lake and a hill, and the whole residential area is like a forest park.

The people who live here are also quite stylish, and the yards of each house are very beautiful, there are Chinese-style houses with rockeries, pavilions, Western-style courtyards with fountains, swimming pools, and so on.

And in this residential area that looks very tall, in the precious flowers of the He family, a large iron pot is quite abrupt.

The big pot of meat stewed in the iron pot was even more inconsistent.

On the one hand, it is tall and tall, and on the other hand, it is particularly down-to-earth.

The combination of these two actually has a strange and somewhat absurd human fireworks.

"It's so fragrant." Old Man He sniffed: "Sister, when can I eat meat?"

He is now like he is back to when he was a child, he is no longer an orphan, he has relatives, and his sister is cooking meat for him, and when the meat is cooked, Sister will cut a piece of fat meat for him, so that he can have a full meal, or will tell him not to eat more, be careful.

Old Man He was a little excited, and kept going around the pot.

When He Jiayun's family of three came back, they saw such a scene.

The old man sat in front of the stove with his white hair on his head and added firewood.

And Gu Qingluo was wearing a very fashionable printed skirt, and she was holding a particularly large spoon to turn over the meat in the pot.

A large pot is in the yard, and the meat in the pot is about to spike.

"What's going on?"

He Jiayun sniffed, only to feel that the smell of the meat was extraordinarily attractive.

"Dad." He Li shouted to Old Man He, "Our family has a visitor?"

Lin Xiuyue was relieved to see that the flowers she planted were not ruined.

She didn't like to eat meat, nor did she like to smell it, so she said hello and went into the house.

Old Man He's greedy saliva was about to fall out: "Sister, are you almost ripe?"

Gu Qingluo took chopsticks and forked a piece of meat and put it in the basin, she took a knife and cut a small piece and handed it to Old Man He: "Taste it."

Looking up and seeing He Li and He Jiayun still standing there, Gu Qingluo smiled and cut another piece for each of them.

He Li took the meat: "Thank you, auntie."

He Jiayun didn't call anyone, he took the meat and ate it.

He was also hungry.

Old Man He had already taken several bites of meat: "It's so fragrant, it's better to eat meat like this."

He Jiayun also took a big bite like the old man, the meat cooked in this way is really fragrant, the meat is not cooked, the softness and hardness are suitable, and the bite is very elastic in the mouth, but he is not afraid of chewing it, and when he eats it, he not only has the taste of spices, but also the aroma of oil and meat.

"No wonder the pig killing dish is made during the Chinese New Year in the countryside, this is really fragrant."

Fengqi Tong