Seeing the two of them start to work, Meng Fei went back to the vegetable garden and picked some cucumbers, onions and other vegetables that could be eaten raw. After washing them, he put them in a small basin and placed them on the table.
Then he took a large bowl and walked to several large vats next to the warehouse.
When he reached the second large vat, Meng Fei stopped. He saw that the large vat was covered with a piece of white cloth. The cloth was not thick, and he could vaguely see a dark brown object inside.
At this moment, Meng Fei suddenly thought that his fans must have never seen this thing, so he quickly clicked on the live broadcast.
[Anchor! You are finally on air! I have been waiting for you for a whole day, where have you been...]
[The scene where you went down the ice hole yesterday was so thrilling! We were having a blast watching it! You're offline!!!]
[Strongly request the master to make another ice hole! ]
[Hmm? This big vat looks familiar. Has the host gone home? ? ]
[Yes, yes, yes! ! These are the big vats. I asked the anchor about it at first, but he said it was a secret... Today, the answer is finally revealed! ]
[I’m really looking forward to it. There must be something delicious in it. The host is such a good eater! It must be!]
[My saliva is almost flowing out... slurp... stop talking. ]
Looking at the comments in the comment section, Meng Fei smiled and slowly lifted the white cloth tied to the mouth of the jar.
I saw that the tank was filled with half a tank of dark brown objects, and small bubbles came out from the bottom of the tank from time to time.
It looks like a tank of fermented "shit"...
Meng Fei picked up a wooden stick next to the jar. A wooden board was nailed to the bottom of the stick.
Then slowly insert it from the middle position, and then stir it up and down carefully.
As Meng Fei stirred the tank, bubbles continuously emerged from the bottom of the tank and then burst.
Seeing this scene, the audience in the live broadcast room instantly lost their composure.
[What the hell! What is this! Why is it this color? ]
[If I'm not mistaken. The anchor is playing shit!!]
[No way, the host has such a strong taste? ]
[Such a large tank... How long will it take to finish it...]
Meng Fei saw the comments in the live broadcast room and was a little amused and explained with difficulty:
"This is not what you are talking about. This is our Northeastern soybean paste. Don't be fooled by its ugly appearance, but it tastes quite delicious."
(Ps: Let me tell you about my tragic experience when I was a child. One time, my brother came to my house to play. His family lived in the county. To be honest, there was nothing to do in the mountains at that time. Qiubo and I took him to play in the creek in the backyard, but he was afraid of water. We had no choice but to take him to the mountains to play, but he got tired after walking for a while.
Finally we had no choice but to go back to my yard and stare at each other.
At this time, my brother said that the county had shown a movie two days ago, and the movie was "Eighteen Bronze Men of Shaolin Temple".
We were instantly interested. Although there were TVs in the mountains at that time, there was no TV cable, so we could only use a small dish to search for TV signals. Although there were many channels, only one was from China, Central 1. The others were from the Russians.
Ahem. I have to say that the Russians in Mabian are much more open than here. I even saw a night show once, and the scale of that show was... hehehe. Fortunately, my parents were asleep at that time.
This is also the key to open the door to my new world... ahem, off topic.
People born after the 1990s should all know that at that time, when the central government stopped showing movies, apart from the big windmill and TV dramas, most of the time there were advertisements.
After that, my brother began to tell us the plot of the movie in vivid detail, and when it became exciting, he even used his hands to make a few gestures. Although his movements looked like monkey tricks, we felt that my brother was a peerless master!
When he told me about a scene where Shaolin monks practiced martial arts by stepping on water vats, my eyes lit up immediately. I have water vats at home! And I have several of them!
Thinking of this, I quickly asked my brother to demonstrate it to us. My brother was cunning and afraid that I would fall, so he let me go and said he could teach me directly.
When I was young, I was too naive to believe it...
So my brother and Qiubo helped me carry the big jar of soy sauce up. My mother had just made soy sauce in the morning and there was some residual soy sauce on the edge of the jar. I slipped and fell directly into the jar.
I was scared to death at that time, not because I was afraid of falling into the vat, but because I was afraid that my mother would beat me if she knew about it, so I quickly asked them to drag me out. Suddenly, Qiubo, the idiot, came up with an idea!
He said that he had just finished reading the story of Sima Guang breaking the jar yesterday, and then he turned around and moved a big stone. Before I could stop him, he picked up the stone and smashed it at the jar.
I don't know if it was because the jar was strong or because he was not strong enough, but the jar didn't break. Instead, the stone bounced back and hit him right on the forehead. He started bleeding instantly and cried loudly in pain.
This cry was so good that it directly called my mother out. I was so scared that I squatted in the jar of soy sauce with only half of my head sticking out.
My mother's face was covered in blood and she was terrified. She quickly asked what happened. Qiubo sold her grandson directly and told me the whole story.
When my mother heard me in the jar of pickled vegetables, she yelled angrily. I could even hear the deafening sound inside the jar... Then she pulled me out of the jar and gave me a good beating. Halfway through the beating, she remembered that Qiubo was still bleeding, so she ran back to the house and hit him on the head with a handful of stove ash.
You know what, it really works. The bleeding on Qiubo’s head stopped in no time.
Seeing that Qiubo was fine, my mother came back and gave me a good beating...
In fact, it’s not that my mother is cruel to me. The number of times she beat me when I was a child can be counted on one hand. My father was reluctant to touch me even with a finger since I was a child. Later, I asked my mother why she was so angry.
My mother said that the family was not well off at that time and they couldn’t afford to buy meat, so it was also good to dip it in pickles.
Because of this commotion I made, the entire jar of sauce was wasted and had to be thrown away. You know, my family only makes one jar of sauce a year.
After knowing the truth, I blamed myself...
Okay, okay! No more sentimentality!
Speaking of Qiubo, this guy still has a scar on his forehead, hahahahahaha.
Qiu Bo is now an outstanding people's fighter in Dalian.
When I was on a business trip and passed through Dalian two days ago, I met "it". This guy has gained some weight recently. It may be because the food in the army is too good. He said that he eats crabs and mantis shrimps for every meal... Oh... I am really a little envious. )
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