Douluo mainland Dragon God game

Chapter 451 The Furnace
After a period of time, everyone drank pork lung soup and had lunch before continuing their morning work, stuffing sausages.

After a whole morning of marinating, more than 100 catties of cut pork have been fully flavored, and the casings have also been made.

Qian Feier brought more than a dozen small benches from other palaces, and everyone sat beside the big wooden basin, and started brewing, or it could be said to start pouring.

On Qian Linjue's side, he tied one end of the casing with a string, held the other end with both hands, put it in front of his mouth, puffed up a little, and blew.

"call!"

The thin casings are bulging and appear off-white, but are actually somewhat translucent.

He put down the casing, and the air inside quickly dissipated, and the expanded volume also quickly became smaller.

He held the casing in his left hand, and a funnel with a rather large opening in his right hand. The mouth of the funnel was covered with casings, and then he held the connection between the mouth of the funnel and the casing with his left hand, and picked up some fat and lean pork with chopsticks in his right hand. , start marinating.

The pork was put into the funnel, and Qian Linjue pushed it into the thin casing with a chopstick, and Qian Nawei, Shenyue Aoki Kazumori and others beside him did the same.

Everyone made it together, and the speed was neither fast nor slow, maintaining a constant speed, except for Lian Cheng, a man with a mushroom head, who quickly stuffed pork into the funnel with his right hand.

While stuffing, he yelled "Wow...!", and the speed of his right hand was so fast that it even drew a large afterimage!

"Yah whoa whoa whoa whoa...!"

The casing under Lian Cheng's left hand swelled rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the pork stuffed in front didn't even have time to be pushed off.

Qian Fei'er saw it and hurriedly reminded her loudly.

"Lian Cheng, slow down, you will break the casing."

But, it's too late.

Next to the big wooden basin, I saw the casing under Lian Cheng's left hand rapidly swell to an exaggerated bottom. Then, there was a soft "poof!", the casing ruptured, and a large amount of pork leaked out into the large wooden basin .

Lian Cheng turned his head and looked at Qian Fei'er with tears in his eyes.

"May'er, the casing...is torn."

Qian Fei'er was angry and funny, and stroked her forehead helplessly.

Are these all children?Filling a sausage is so hard, is there a grudge against the sausage?

Sighing in her heart, she took a pair of scissors, squatted next to Lian Cheng, and cut off the torn casing.

After cutting, Qian Fei'er held the cut casing with her left hand, took the funnel in Lian Cheng's hand with her right hand, and put the mouth of the funnel into the casing with the cooperation of both hands.

After setting it up, she held the connection between the casing and the funnel mouth with her left hand, and picked up the pork that had just leaked into the big wooden basin with chopsticks in her right hand, and taught and demonstrated to Lian Cheng herself in a soft tone.

"Liancheng, don't go too fast, just like this, squeeze it into the casing bit by bit..."

While talking, Qian Fei'er slowly squeezed the pork down the funnel until the casing swelled a little, then grabbed it with her hands and pushed the pork at the swollen part to the second half of the casing.

After pushing, she continued to move with her right hand, picked up a large chopstick of pork, put it into the funnel, and squeezed it in slowly...

After a demonstration, she handed the casings and chopsticks to Lian Cheng.

"No, here it is."

Lian Cheng took it, blushing and thick neck, blood gushing out, the veins on the neck were visible to the naked eye.

Qian Fei'er seemed to realize something, looked at Lian Cheng, and then at herself, she found that from Lian Cheng's perspective, Du Hugang could still see her pair of proud breasts.

At this moment, Lian Cheng's tent was raised at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lian Cheng hastily bowed down and blocked it with his thighs to prevent himself from further making a fool of himself.

He faltered and hawed, watching Qian Fei'er speak.

"Fair, you... are so beautiful."

Qian Fei'er's cheeks blushed quickly, she turned her head slightly to the side, "Thank you."

After speaking, she hurriedly got up, walked back to her original position, sat down, and brewed her own sausage again.

Not far away, Lian Cheng glanced at Qian Fei'er, then turned his eyes away and concentrated on the work in front of him.

He actually likes Qian Fei'er very much, but he knows that there is absolutely no way between himself and Qian Fei'er.

Leaving aside the issue of the gap in status, Qian Fei'er herself may have already been unable to accommodate others in her heart, so Lian Cheng has never expressed anything, and she will never do so in the future.

Hey, I just hope that I can stay by Mayfair's side and wish her happiness.

Lian Cheng thought so in his heart.

After a period of time, everyone finished brewing the sausages. During the period, Qian Fei'er taught everyone that when the brewing reached a certain level, they needed to pierce a few small holes in the sausages with a needle to release the air.

After making it, she and other people tied the sausages one by one with a rope and separated them. Then everyone worked together to set up several long bamboo poles, and dried more than 100 catties of sausages on the bamboo poles.

More than 100 catties is really a lot, enough to dry the four bamboo poles on both sides of the yard!
After that, Qian Fei'er marinated and dried dozens of catties of bacon, several pork livers, pig skins cut earlier, dozens of salted ducks, dozens of pairs of duck kidneys, etc. Jin pork ribs.

Qian Linjue was very puzzled by the pickled and dried pork ribs. He looked at his cousin, crossed his arms and asked with a haughty expression on his face.

"Sister Fei'er, why are you drying so many ribs? The meat on the ribs will dry out after being marinated and dried. It's not delicious at all. It's better to make two steamed pork ribs with taro or stewed pork ribs while it's fresh." .”

As she said that, Qian Linjue's expression became reminiscent, and she stuck out her tongue and licked her lips.

In his impression, steamed pork ribs with taro is a rare delicacy, and the pork rib stew is also delicious.

In the courtyard, Qian Fei'er heard her cousin's question, a mysterious smile appeared on her face, and she raised an index finger in front of her mouth.

"Shh, keep it secret."

After finishing speaking, she put down her hand, turned around, and walked into the main hall of Xuelin Palace.

"Tch, what are you doing mysteriously?"

Qian Linjue said arrogantly and disdainfully, then raised her heels and walked into Xuelin Palace...

Time passed by every minute and every second. In the next few days, the weather became colder and colder. The time for the sun to rise during the day was getting shorter and shorter, and the time at night was getting longer and longer.

Everyone stayed in the Heaven Dou Palace. In addition to washing up and having breakfast in the morning, they were busy hanging out the various cured meats they had made to dry, and in the evening they put them away and put them in Qian Linjue and Qian Liuli's room.

Qian Linjue often went to rest in her wives' room, while only one person lived in Qian Liuli's room. Both of them had a room with a lot of space, which was perfect for storing all kinds of cured meat.

With the passage of time, the sausage and a large amount of bacon, water and excess fat seeped from the top, followed the direction of gravity, vertically downward, condensed into a point at the bottom, and then ticked to the ground.

Therefore, whether it is the ground of the drying place, or the room where Qian Linjue or Qian Liuli put the cured meat, there is a large dark black mark on the ground.

This is not because the grease is dark black, but like water droplets dripping on the ground. After dripping, the color of the ground becomes darker, and it looks like black when it opens.

With the oozing and dripping of excess oil, the color of these cured meats is also changing day by day.

At the beginning, the red meat of the stuffed sausage can still be seen, which is the lean part.

But with the passage of time, the color of flesh red gradually becomes darker and darker, and finally, it finally becomes a deep red and black color.

At the same time, whether it is sausage, bacon, or salted duck, they all release an attractive aroma unique to bacon, as well as a strong aroma of wine.

Qian Fei'er marinated these cured meats with high-grade liquor, and the aroma of the wine was unavoidable.

In this way, after more than half a month...

This morning, Qian Linjue was lying on Linglu's bed, holding Linglu in her arms, resting quietly.

After a period of time, he finally managed to push Linglu down, and let this cute girl join his harem group.

On Linglu's bed, Qian Linjue looked at the ceiling, put her hands on Linglu's buttocks, and was thinking about something.

Suddenly, Ling Lu on his body twitched the dull hair on her head and faintly woke up.

Ling Lu rubbed her sleepy eyes, looked at Qian Linjue, and spoke.

"Linjue..., Liuli said, Sister Fei'er arranged for the chef to make all kinds of cured meat this morning, let us get up quickly and have breakfast."

"What? That house girl dares to invade your dreams?!"

Qian Linjue was a little angry. These days, Qian Liuli often invaded the dreams of her wives.

This made him very angry, how could he manipulate the dreams of his wives without his permission?Thinking of this, his teeth itch with anger, wishing he could beat up his sloppy cousin.

Unfortunately, with Qian Fei'er around, this is impossible, so he can only forcefully swallow this bad breath.

On the bed, Ling Lu and Qian Linjue stayed in bed for a while before getting up.

After they got dressed and washed, they left the room.

Outside the room, the sky was very dark, and there was no sunlight at all. As soon as the door was opened, there was a cold air that almost soaked into the bone marrow.

The cold wind blew past, like a stepmother's hand, slapping someone's face with a big mouth.

Linglu shrank all over, exhaled a big mouthful of white steam, couldn't help but hugged Qian Linjue tightly, leaning her little head against Qian Linjue's body all the time.

Qian Linjue is a high-temperature blazing martial soul, and her body temperature can maintain a relatively high temperature even in winter. In Linglu's mind, she is a ready-made stove.

During this period of time, she has spent almost every day on Qian Linjue, Nan Gongyan, and Qian Yuqiong to keep warm.

In the courtyard, Qian Linjue hugged Ling Lu fondly, and said softly, "Let's go, Ling Lu, go have breakfast."

"Well, let's go together, Stove."

Ling Lu blurted out instinctively, with a happy smile on her face.

When Qian Linjue heard this, she frowned and said angrily, "What did you call me?"

"Stove, is there anything strange?"

Linglu raised her head, looked at Qian Linjue strangely, and even blinked twice.

(End of this chapter)