It was dark very early in winter. They went up the mountain in the afternoon to see the rime, and the sun began to set westward.

The sun is about to set.

It was very difficult to go down the mountain when it was dark, so Yang Shubao took them down the mountain carefully.

It is easy to go up the mountain and it is difficult to go down the mountain. He held Nicole's hand and held her steadily. Nicole smiled sweetly and leaned into his ear and said softly: "Thank you, my dear."

"No need to thank you." Yang Shubao said whimperingly, "If you have to thank you, can you thank you again when you arrive on the kang in the evening?"

Nicole gets angry when she mentions this matter.

She was nervously looking forward to the first time in several years, but she was so confused. At that time, she found that she couldn't run away and wanted to have some fun, but the man would bump into her head with his head down!

They got off the mountain and got on the bus. The car was very warm. After Yang Zhengnian saw them on the mountain road, he immediately turned on the air conditioner.

When he got home, Mr. Yang prepared another table of dishes. This time he had steak, fried chicken, fried fish, and the main dish was a small suckling pig who was still wandering on the kitchen oven.

Uncle Yang washed his hands and smiled and said, "Oh, grandpa, our food is still so rich tonight? Another table has been changed? There are so many dishes left yesterday, just keep eating."

Mr. Yang laughed loudly: "What stupid things are you saying? Your wife can let her eat leftovers for the first time when she comes to her house? Don't worry, she is very committed. Now the party's policies are good, so the people are not short of food."

Uncle Yang said, "Isn't it impossible to waste it?"

Zheng Qihong said: "You are so frugal at this time. Don't worry, the leftovers are not wasted, they are all stored in the refrigerator. You will have a good meal tomorrow morning and at noon."

Northeastern people have a heartfelt love for barbecue. The restaurant naturally has an oven. Moreover, their home is not an iron stove, but an old four-corner oven made of concrete, which is also a feature of their home.

This oven uses genuine fruit wood, and the meat tastes different from the roasted ones.

The little suckling pig was piercing through it with a bamboo fork. Zheng Qihong was slowly turning the bamboo fork. This was a job of strength. Uncle Yang went to replace her.

Mr. Yang picked up his cigarette and went to the oven to borrow a fire. He spitted a mouthful of cigarettes and said, "You can turn slowly, if you turn faster, the lard cannot flow down, it will all flow on the pig. It's too oily."

The suckling pigs had been roasted red-brown, with oil beads dripping from the pig's skin. Every time they drip onto the firewood, it triggered a small flame to hop, and the smell of oil and the smell of burning smoke from the burning fruit wood spread throughout the room.

The stove was not in big fire, but it was hot. Yang Shubao turned the roasted suckling pig in front of him and then saw sweating for a while. His cheeks were red, the room was not ventilated, and the temperature was a little high.

After sweating, he couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Grandpa, open the window. The temperature is a bit high, I can't stand it."

The old man smoked leisurely and said, "You can't open the window. As soon as you open the window, you can't evenly roast the suckling pig when the wind blows in."

Uncle Yang said in shock: "If this happens, how much trouble will it be to make this dish in summer?"

"How much suffering? I've been suffering forever," Yang Zhengnian, who came to pack up, sighed. "It's so great to sweat in summer, so I have to put a pot of salt water next to the oven, and I'll have to take a sip after a while, otherwise I'll have to dehydrate."

Uncle Yang felt sad. His father was so hard to make money.

He was sad for less than three seconds. The old man sneered, "Don't put it here and criticize it. You are ready to criticize it with a cow? Except for the first summer you worked for a month, which summer did you sell roasted suckling pigs?"

"Don't be careless. He just captured it for a day, how could he be sentenced?"

"I have internal news that he has made a big deal. Now everyone in and outside the village knows it. Today, the police station came to the door to block his dog meat restaurant, saying that it was a stronghold of the criminal forces."

"I deserve it, come on, this is worth a drink."

"Stop drinking it, you forgot what you drank last night?"
Chapter completed!