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Chapter 37 Winery

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    Xiaoxiao rode a Phoenix brand black bicycle, raised her head, and felt the oncoming breeze.

    She was still dressed in red and willow green, with a straw hat on her head and two red marks on her face, all of which showed a youthful atmosphere.

    Arriving at the entrance of Xianshui Winery in the county, Xiaoxiao stepped on the foot brake, then took off her hat and put it on her chest, and said to the guard in a good mood: "Uncle Li! Long time no see!"

    The guard narrowed his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him. His eyes rolled around, but he didn't recognize her.

    Xiaoxiao secretly laughed in her heart, the last time Uncle Li saw her was when she was ten years old.  The so-called Eighteen Changes of Women's University, it's normal not to recognize them.

    "I'm Xiaoxiao, Zhao Xiaoxiao. Uncle Li, you used to hug me and ride a horse on your shoulders." Xiaoxiao said happily.

    The guard raised his head in astonishment, stared at Xiaoxiao and sized him up again: "Hey, it's Xiaoxiao. Look at your western style, how can I recognize my old bones. You are looking for your father."  yes?"

    Hearing this, Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows, "Hey, that's right, he just brought food to my dad. He said he was working overtime today, and he didn't have time to go home. My mother asked me to deliver a boxed lunch."

    The guard smiled and nodded, "Go quickly, your dad's workshop has been really busy recently."

    Xianshui Distillery, the door of the workshop on the first floor is open, and the smoke in the pot keeps rising.  At that time, Xiaoxiao's father, Zhao Dahu, was doing the cooking work.

    In this wine-making process, counting the retorts is the most labor-intensive task.  Since the establishment of Xianshui Distillery, almost all male workers have been busy in this position.

    When Xiaoxiao entered the door, Zhao Dahu was concentrating on spreading a layer of chaff, and then spread the wine grains layer by layer.

    At first glance, this matter is not difficult.  In fact, you really have to pinch it in your hands to know that this sprinkling of wine requires the strength of a wrist.  Novices come up, the strength is not well grasped, the density is uneven, and the next steps are almost wasted.

    "Dad!" Xiaoxiao put the lunch box on the wooden table with missing legs, and called out loudly.

    Zhao Dahu turned around and glanced at Xiaoxiao, and said with a smile: "Hey, why didn't your mother bring food today?"

    Xiaoxiao cleared her throat, "Why, you don't want to eat the meal I gave you? If you don't eat it, you'll lose your mind. I'll take it back."

    As Xiaoxiao said, she pretended to take the lunch box away.

    Zhao Dahu was in a hurry, got up quickly and said: "You girl, you can't take a joke? Are you really going to starve to death?"

    Xiaoxiao sneered and opened her mouth: "How dare you, I want to take it back intact. Mom, why don't you use the newly bought broom and give me a good meal?

    Zhao Dahu smiled and shook his head, then turned around and covered the material.  The wine grains are placed in the retort, and the most important thing is not to compact them.  Once the pressure is too much and you can't breathe, that's another big taboo.

    Seeing this, Xiaoxiao hurriedly added more firewood to increase the firepower.  The fire jumped up and down happily, reflecting on Xiaoxiao's face, as if it was coated with a layer of red light.

    "Dad, why don't you eat it. Hurry up and eat it, I'll watch it for you." Xiaoxiao turned her head to look at her father, seeing that the lunch box hadn't been touched, she hurriedly urged.

    Zhao Dahu smiled, and immediately opened the lunch box.  He added a bit of lard jelly to the prunes, and he liked it.

    Xiaoxiao wiped her hand on the yellowed bib, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of her father wolfing down stuffed prunes and rice.  The sound of chewing was really the sound of a mountain.

    However, Xiaoxiao listened to it, but felt that it was not interesting, and there was always an indescribable sense of steadfastness in her heart.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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