Because of the snow disaster, Farewell Town has shrunk its tourist routes, and the number of tourists will be greatly reduced in winter. Except for some tourists from the south, most people are not interested in Canadian winter.

  Therefore, at this time, there were not many people in Father Hickson’s restaurant, only twos and threes of tourists were chatting in a low voice.

  Qin Shiou thought that the old man was worrying about business, so he smiled and said, "Okay, father, I think you should be satisfied, right? The overall income this year should be good, right?"

  Papa Hickson nodded and said, "Of course, the business is really good. What are you talking about? Are you borrowing money?"

  Speaking, the old man laughed, apparently teasing Qin Shiou.

  Qin Shiou said: "Then why do you look sad? Be happy, go outside and see the beautiful snow island, what a moving view!"

The old man rolled his eyes and said, "Site, boy, you misunderstood me. I am not worried about business, but about my wine! You know, my ice wine has always been the best in town, many people I like my wine, but **** it, maybe I won’t be able to offer ice wine to everyone next year.”

   "What's wrong?" Qin Shiou asked, he really misunderstood the old man.

  Papa Hickson slumped in front of the cash register and said sadly: “This year the cold snap and snow are coming too early. Damn, the grapes are frozen before they are fully mature, and there is no way to make wine.”

  This is not only the case with Papa Hickson, the weather across Canada is abnormal, the cold current has swept across the Atlantic coast early, and the grape production in Ontario has also been reduced. It is expected that the Canadian wine industry will suffer heavy losses this year.

  While complaining, the old man took out a bottle of ice wine. He opened the lid and poured a glass for Qin Shiou and said, "While you can still drink it, my child, drink as much as you like. I have wine and I am drunk now. Isn't it?"

  Qin Shiou took a sip of the drink and said, “If you want to make wine, you might as well go and see my grapes. I recently went to inspect the vineyard. I found that although my grapes don’t have many knots, they are full of grains and the quality looks good.”

  The old man shrugged and did not take his words to heart. He knew that the grapes of Daqin Fishery were the first season of this year. Such grapes were not suitable for winemaking, and the fishery was close to the sea, and the disaster should be more serious.

  At this time, Father Hickson noticed the smoked fish Qin Shiou had brought, and he took it in his hand and looked at it. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he said, "Who smoked the fish? It's well dried, and the heat is good."

  He is an expert, and he can probably tell the situation of smoking fish from the outside.

Behind the old man tore another piece, his face became more surprised, and he muttered: "The fish is so tender? There is still a little toughness. This is the result of grilling. But why is the fish so tender? There is almost no fishy smell. Fresh fragrance. It's so thick, **** it, it's better than the smoked fish I made, haha."

  Qin Shiou also laughed, pointing to himself and said, "This is made by our family-renowned fish smoking skill. How can you say that it is not as good as your craft? Oh, I can't believe it."

  The old man said: "This is the truth, you have to believe that the smoked fish I make is the best..."

  The two chatted, the only table of diners also left, leaving the old man with a tip of 20 yuan before leaving. The old man didn't let them give it in vain. I gave them a grilled crab leg and said that it would be a supper after heating it.

  The diners left, and Qin Shiou was also leaving. The old man wanted to keep him for dinner. He said that there are still guests at home.

  The old man quickly cleaned up the dishes on the table and said: "Okay. Then I will go to your house, I think you must be short of a western chef tonight."

  Qin Shiou did not refuse. It happened that no one would cook western food after Winnie became pregnant. It would be best if Daddy Hickson was willing to help.

  Of course, he will let the old man take a look at his grapes by the way. He thinks they can be used for winemaking. The quality may be average because of the first batch, but they are better than the old frozen grapes, right?

  Qin Shiou opened the door of the car to take the old man, but the old man got into the garage and drove out his car. He rolled down the window and patted the door with a smile: “I’m more comfortable driving my old man.”

  Papa Hickson owns the oldest pickup truck in town, the current Ford F150.

  Ford F150 is the most classic pickup truck in North America. The first generation was born in 1948, and to this day, there have been twelve generations. If the F150 is compared to a family, then this is really a big family.

The F150 of Old Hickson is the sixth-generation pickup truck that was launched in 1973. The model looks very simple compared to the present, but it has good durability. In fact, the sixth-generation F150 is the most acclaimed one in Ford’s history. Pickup trucks, which are strong and durable, are widely used in galvanized sheets, which can effectively prevent corrosion and aging.

The old man drove the car into the snow, and the roar of the engine was very low and powerful, like a strong old cow. It can be seen that Hickson takes good care of the car, the paint is smooth and clear, and every part is well maintained. Good.

  Qin Shiou walked over and lay on the car window and said, "This car is really not bad. It's amazing that it can catch fire all at once in such a cold day."

  The old man proudly said: "My old buddy has been to the North Pole. When we were young, we traveled across Canada together. He is a stubborn and strong old man."

   "Just like you."

   "Haha, that's right, brat, just like me!"

  From a distance, this car is well maintained, but it’s a bit unsatisfactory from a closer look. The front of the car originally had two silver metal grilles with an aluminum crossbar in the middle of the grille. Now the grille has been distorted badly.

  In addition, the front of the car originally had the Ford logo, which was the four letters ‘FORD’. These four letters should be very small. They are now large letters, which were obviously replaced at the back.

  Starting the car, the hot car was hot, no problem, the old man took the lead, and Qin Shiou followed, ready to take care of anything.

  The car drove into the fishing ground. Without going to the villa first, Old Hickson directly followed Qin Shiou to the vineyard.

  Vineyards span hundreds of acres. For a truly large vineyard, this is obviously not enough, but for private individuals, it is already large enough.

  The current vineyard has lost the greenery of summer and autumn, and bunches of grapes hang dejectedly on the vines.

  The leaves have long since fallen. Even if there are still a few pieces left, they have turned into a dry yellow-brown. When the sea breeze blows weakly, it seems that it will not take long to fall.

  Of course, the vineyards nowadays are not all withered. There are red grapes, green grapes and black grapes rippling with the wind, adding a bit of elegance to the dead branches and leaves.

  Qin Shiou picked up a red tea, which was cold and crisp. When chewing, it felt like a small ice grenade exploded in his mouth. It was sweet and refreshing.

  He asked Father Hickson to taste it, but the old man picked a Riesling.

  Riesling is specially used to make wine. If it is eaten directly, the taste is not very good because of its thick skin, less meat, more juicy, and small particles.

  However, Father Hickson was overjoyed after eating the grapes, and looked at Qin Shiou in surprise, saying: "I see a ghost, your grapes are very good, very suitable for winemaking!" (to be continued~^~)