"No need to raise it, just let it find its own food."
Grandpa Lu is easygoing, but this footprint is as big as a house. If he goes back and forth several times a day, the sea level will rise.
"Never mind, it's too ugly, Grandpa. We're making roast duck today. The oven we ordered a couple of days ago just arrived. And, Grandpa, didn't you want to know what I was making last time?"
Lu Yulan replied quietly, "That's wine. I've heard it can relieve all worries. Let's try it tonight."
"Really? I don't believe it. Lanlan can't lie to Grandpa."
"Of course not."
To prevent Grandpa Lu from actually raising a giant tortoise, she prepared all the New Year's supplies well in advance.
Authentic Peking duck requires a rather complicated process, but it's so delicious!
At first, Grandpa Lu was quite interested and didn't even answer Gu Chen's video call. He accompanied Lu Yulan to kill two beautiful ducks.
But watching the layers of baking, he became somewhat bored. Lu Yulan could tell he couldn't sit still, so she smiled faintly.
"Isn't Grandpa going to find Gu Chen to punish evil and promote good?"
Grandpa Lu chuckled, "Then Lanlan, I'll be going now. I'll be back tonight."
They're almost as anxious as ants on a hot plate; if they stay any longer...
"Okay, Grandpa, go ahead."
As for those golden feathers, Lu Yulan kept them to make fans.
She didn't need to keep an eye on it afterward; the wall-mounted boiler was quite intelligent and could be set with its own timer.
I originally wanted to take the little one to the basement, but after thinking about it, I realized that minors are prohibited from drinking alcohol, so I decided against it and let her go by herself.
Pure sorghum liquor can be used as a starter for various fruit wines, but if it's unavailable, you can ferment fruit directly, since the white bloom on the fruit peel can still achieve a fermentation effect.
The only usable fruit in the yard was strawberries, which had a very high yield. When she returned in September, the trees were already laden with fruit. However, since it was autumn, they weren't particularly sweet. After much thought, she decided to make them into fruit wine.
If you start making it in early October, you can harvest it now in November.
The wine is a pale red color, and the nose is filled with the sweet aroma of strawberries.
Night falls.
Looking at the red liquid in the crystal glass, Grandpa Lu drank it all in one gulp without waiting for Lu Yulan to introduce him.
After savoring it for a moment, I realized, "It's a little sweet."
"Want more?"
Lu Yulan looked at the uncle and the others, but it turned out that none of them really liked this sweet fruit wine.
They went off to eat roast duck with great focus. The charred skin, coated with glistening white sugar, resembled a comet colliding with Earth; such a violent collision always produces unique sparks.
The tender, juicy fruit pulp paired with sweet bean sauce, on a thin, translucent sheet of dough, is cooked again and again, without stopping.
"Sigh, you guys really don't know how to appreciate things."
"Grandpa, let's drink together."
"OK!"
The two jin of fruit wine was split in half between the two of them. After they finished eating, Chen Ping and Liu An looked at Grandpa Lu, who moved as slowly as a sloth, and almost called for help.
Lu Yulan suddenly leaned down, put down her chopsticks, and her originally gentle face was covered with a layer of frost. Before everyone could react, she smiled again, as if they were seeing things.
"Don't worry, there's no need to hit him. Grandpa Lu is just drunk. I told you, this stuff can cure all your worries."
As she spoke, she got up and went to Grandpa Lu's side, trying to help him up.
"Grandpa, let's go back to sleep."
"No...go...back, keep...drinking."
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