This was not the first time Xia Yu had seen snow this year. He had spent a week in the snowy Maple Leaf Country before New Year's Day, so he didn't find it strange.
It’s not cold when it snows, but it is cold when the snow melts. I hope this snow doesn’t melt too early.
After closing the balcony door, Xia Yu turned around and went to wash up.
After breakfast, he went to the basement and Xu Guodong was already waiting for him in the car.
"Let's go to Jiujiantang now!"
Xia Yu sat in the back seat of the car and said, Old Xu started the engine as he said and drove the Zeppelin into the wind and snow.
Soon the two arrived at the Jiujiantang villa community, but were stopped by the property management at the door.
What's wrong with Zeppelin? You still can't enter directly without registration.
Xia Yu reported Ji Yang's house address and was only allowed to pass after the other party contacted the Ji family.
"Brother Li, this car is very expensive, right? I think Mr. Ma next door also drives this car."
Seeing Xia Yu come in, a security guard came over to the property manager on duty and asked.
"You have a good eye, kid. They should be the same model, but Boss Ma's license plate is Zhejiang A, while his is a local Shanghai A."
Jack Ma Jiujiantang’s mansion is just a place for him to stay in Shanghai. People of this level have houses all over the world. If he is not going to a very remote city, he does not need to stay in a hotel and can go straight home.
Xia Yu is relatively poor. He can't even afford to stay in a hotel. The last time he went to Qiantang, he stayed in the car.
He was joking when he said he couldn't afford it. Ji Yang had given him a Super V card before, which allowed him to stay in all Huasu hotels at a 50% discount, including the presidential suite. But checking in was so troublesome!
It’s so nice to live in the car. Just find a secluded parking lot and park it.
Jiujiantang is also very secluded, but it only has an underground parking lot. Xia Yu had no intention of driving his RV here for a stroll, so he stopped directly in front of Ji Yang's house.
About five or six minutes later, Ji Yang came out with a messy head.
"Lao Xia, is this your car? Or your dad's?"
Ji Yang was a little confused before getting into the car, but he instantly woke up when he saw the car logo. Isn't this the Maybach 62S Zeppelin?
"My, I'm just following your lead, buying a car and hiring a driver to improve my living standards."
"No, brother, I can't afford it. This is a real Maybach, not one of mine. It's very noble!"
Hearing Xia Yu say this, Ji Yang quickly waved his hands.
It doesn’t even have double M logos, so it looks like a match for the S-Class. At least that’s what he thinks.
"Old Ji, this is boring. Your Divo is worth six or seven of these cars. Just keep a low profile!"
Xia Yu is good at talking and Ji Yang feels comfortable listening to him.
"It's two different things. That's a financial product my dad bought me. It doesn't matter if it's a little expensive, but this kind of car really depreciates as soon as it's landed. Its use value is greater than its collection value."
What Ji Yang said was very accurate. The previous owner thought the same, so he chose to sell the car after owning it for a few years, because if he didn't sell it, the price would probably fall below 10 million.
An old car has to be old enough to be called a classic car and to have a high sentimental premium.
"But it's comfortable to sit in. Why don't you get one?"
"I'd like to, but my dad only drives a junky Bentley. I don't dare get in!"
Ji Yang didn't listen to Xia Yu's instigation. His father was willing to spend money on a sports car for him because he could make money while having fun. A luxury car was really a losing business.
"Let's not talk about this anymore. Where are you taking me so early in the morning? To drink mutton soup?"
"The sheep hasn't been killed yet, where's the mutton soup? Let's kill the sheep first!"
Xia Yu introduced today's process.
"No, I'm afraid of blood. I can eat but I can't kill!"
Ji Yang raised his hands in surrender.
"You've hunted before, so why are you still fainting at the sight of blood?"
Xia Yu asked curiously. This guy had told him before how great his marksmanship was. Could it be that it was all fake?
"It's different. What I hunt are waterfowl and birds, but sheep are mammals!"
Ji Yang faints at the blood of beasts but not at the blood of birds, so the reputation of birds is damaged.
"You're such a wimp, you even said we'd go hunting together in the future. What can we hunt? Ducks?"
To be honest, wild birds are not as good as farmed ones. Whether they are grilled or stewed, they should be fat but not greasy. Wild birds are just firewood.
This is also the reason why Xia Yu didn't catch a single bird when he went to Maple Leaf Country. Fat and lean animals are still more delicious.
"It's indeed not tasty, but I can't overcome the psychological barrier!"
"Then let's treat it today. I'll do it and you just watch?"
Xia Yu felt it necessary to help Ji Yang overcome the obstacles. After all, every successful chef was an old butcher with his hands stained with countless blood.
He believed neither in Buddhism nor in Christianity. He only believed that not wasting animals was a way to respect them, and cooking them into the most delicious feast was the highest respect.
Livestock: MMP, I don’t want your respect!
"I'll try."
Ji Yang said reluctantly.
He is a victim of "happy education" abroad. He cannot stand the practice of killing and eating animals first, but he thinks the semi-finished meat in the supermarket tastes delicious. What else can this be but human hypocrisy?
As the two were chatting in the car, Chaolu Farm appeared before their eyes.
It was the first time that Xia Yu saw a farm in the snow. It looked like it was covered with a white quilt.
“Woof~Woof~Woof~”
Perhaps they heard some movement at the door, a series of dog barkings were heard, and several small "black dots" appeared in the distant white sky.
It's Xiao Hei, and its puppies are following behind. You can tell at a glance that they are its offspring from the pure black color.
Having not seen Xia Yu for a long time, Xiao Hei seemed to be having fun, leading the puppies in circles around Xia Yu.
Very good, they didn’t forget him as their master. Xia Yu decided to give them a mutton dinner in the evening.
Ji Yang's family has a dog, so he is not very afraid. Instead, he thinks these Chinese pastoral dogs are very good-looking and are no worse than purebred dogs.
"Boss, you're here!"
Uncle Tai came over to greet them. He estimated that Xia Yu would be here by now, so he came over here as soon as he heard the dog barking.
"Well, Uncle Tai, where are the sheep?"
What Xia Yu is most concerned about is today's protagonist.
"In the woods, shall I go and drive them out?"
Uncle Tai pointed to the woods nearby and said.
"No, we can do it ourselves!"
Xia Yu took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves.
For him, the bloody butcher, catching a sheep is no small matter.
"Let's go catch some sheep."
With a wave of his hand, the three of them entered the dense forest in the snow. Soon they found a group of goats digging in the snow and eating grass. They had no idea of their future fate.
There is a rumor among the people that the meat of a three-year-old goat is the most delicious. Xia Yu specially picked a medium-sized one, weighing about 60 or 70 kilograms.
He had asked Uncle Tai about the breed of sheep before, and was told that it was a local breed that grew meat slowly but had a delicious texture, much tastier than the sheep sold on the market.
Xia Yu felt that one could only know whether the food tasted good or not after trying it, after all, only practice could bring true knowledge.
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