Little Life on An American Ranch

Following Jian Heng and standing at the door, Zhang Jialiang looked up at the sign next to the door, and saw that it said smoking room, and couldn't help feeling a little curious.

Because his boss was yelling to eat, he thought he was in a restaurant, but who knows what smoking room to eat in, Zhang Jialiang felt that the gym didn’t look very good, and let customers eat in the smoking room, what a bargain!

The word "smoking room" made Zhang Jialiang feel a little awkward. Of course, he saw a lot of awkward things this morning, and Zhang Jialiang also had a little immunity in his heart. This little strange thing seemed to him already It's nothing.

"Hello everyone!"

Zhang Jialiang followed behind his boss, and stretched out his hand to block the door that was about to close. As soon as he entered the door, he saw that the three small round tables inside were full of people, so he forced a smile on his face and greeted Dajia.

Zhang Jialiang also knew that his happy appearance in the morning was not flattering, and wanted to ease the atmosphere at this time.

It's a pity that few people sitting at the table are willing to talk to Zhang Jialiang. Many people are frowning and looking at the innermost table. At that table, a middle-aged Asian-looking man is talking to Jian Heng. Take Xu Zhao and the three of them to share the food.

"what!"

When Zhang Jialiang saw the middle-aged man, he knew that this was the friend his boss mentioned last night, that is, the Zhao Changshan who was in charge of cooking for everyone, but when his eyes fell on the food that the three of them were sharing, he couldn't help but He screamed in surprise.

Big meat! The real Chinese-style big meat, a piece is almost as big as the palm of an adult, the thickness of a finger, with an attractive sauce color, and the oily appearance looks particularly attractive.

Big meat is not rare. Although Zhang Jialiang is a high-ranking official in Taiwan, as a Chinese, he still knows such dishes as big meat and small fried pork, but he is not fond of it.

To his surprise, this group of fitness people actually eat this!

Although he is not a fitness expert, Zhang Jialiang knows a little bit about how to keep fit. He has never heard of fitness people eating big meat, and it seems that every piece of meat is not less than two or three liang of meat. This guy! As a Chinese, Zhang Jialiang was a little scared when he saw this thing, and subconsciously touched his belly, let alone a foreigner who always eats Western food.

Zhang Jialiang's sound successfully attracted everyone's attention to himself.

"What's your name! Just find a place to sit down." Seeing this guy standing at the door with an expression like he could stuff an egg in his mouth, Jian Heng immediately scolded.

Zhang Jialiang subconsciously and without thinking about it, blurted out to Jian Heng and asked, "Brother, can you lose weight by eating this way?"

Fortunately, this kid subconsciously uses his mother tongue. Although he speaks a Taiwanese accent, the foreigner sitting at the table must not be able to understand him.

Jian Heng glared at the kid again: "Find a place to sit honestly. If you don't want to eat, just keep your mouth shut. You'll talk too much in the morning!"

Jian Heng regretted bringing this kid here now, and when introducing him, he said that he had been with him for several years. This guy gave himself a leak early this morning, and he had to ask about any strange things he saw. The whole thing was an oversized curious baby.

Hearing what his boss said, Zhang Jialiang shrank his head, turned around and saw an empty seat, so he walked over to the seat, who knew he hadn't walked to the side and sat down, and immediately pressed his big hand on the chair.

"Ok?"

The muscles on the owner of the big hand seemed to be able to dance, and he gave Zhang Jialiang a long tune in dissatisfaction, and the meaning was obvious: while playing, you can't sit here with me, I don't like you!

"hehe!"

Laughing awkwardly, Zhang Jialiang walked directly towards Jian Heng's table where the dishes were distributed, stretched out his hand to pull the chair away and sat down.

As soon as he sat down, Zhang Jialiang immediately smelled a fragrance in his nose.

Subconsciously swallowed his saliva, Zhang Jialiang was not very attracted to big meat, but a half-sized lion's head as big as a son's fist suited his appetite, because Zhang Jialiang's great-grandfather was from Yangzhou, so his family was naturally very fond of Huaiyang cuisine Right taste.

"Acridine!"

"If you make this kind of sound again, you kid will go out and come in after others have finished eating!" Jian Heng had to give the kid another look.

"Brother!" Zhang Jialiang looked at it honestly for a while, and saw that the three of them took out a stainless steel box that was about half the size of a washbasin from the big bag, and when it was opened, it turned out to be pork head meat.

That's right, it's the kind sold in domestic stewed meat shops, which is very common in China, but it's impossible to see this thing in the United States unless you go to a pure Chinese restaurant.

Seeing Jian Heng looking at himself, Zhang Jialiang continued to lower his voice, and asked in Chinese in a tone that only the three people at this table could hear: "Brother, these things can also be used for fitness? I haven't heard you mention it before." !"

"Why not?"

The expression on Jian Heng's face was very calm, but in his heart he really wanted to kick this kid downstairs, because when he asked such a question, both Xu Zhaobin and Zhao Changshan focused on themselves. I have some doubts in my heart.

"This thing is against humanity!"

How could Zhang Jialiang know that his boss has made such a thing against the sky these days? He just thought that when his boss used to exercise, he ate like cows. Even if his diet returned to normal after this period of time, he would not touch it This kind of high-fat and high-oil stuff is not vegetable oil, but real animal fat food.

"What do you know! Shut up honestly, and say one more thing, you only have white rice for lunch today!" Jian Heng said.

Hearing Jian Heng's words, Zhang Jialiang closed his mouth, and looked at the three standing people with a kind of surprise, and continued to divide things. There were pig head meat, lion head meat, and big meat, like potatoes and beef. What's the matter, the five dishes on the whole table are all served in basins, and all of them are hard and can't be more hard. If there are vegetarian dishes, there is a small bucket of vegetable soup.

Now Zhang Jialiang understands why when he first entered the door, many foreigners looked like dead fathers, let alone this group of foreigners, even he, a Chinese, frowned when he saw the greasy food on the table head.

Can this thing really lose weight? Zhang Jialiang had countless question marks in his heart.

Zhang Jialiang didn't know his boss's bad taste, so he wanted to train a group of foreigners to have a Chinese stomach.

After about two or three minutes, all the dishes were divided, and a dozen six-inch deep-bellied stainless steel bowls were filled with meat and vegetables, and a hill was piled up on the mouth of the bowl.

"One serving per person, you don't have to finish the rice, but try to finish these dishes, the more you eat, the better the effect." Jian Heng signaled Zhang Jialiang to come over to help, and divided the dishes among the three tables.

Jian Heng, who was concentrating on dividing dishes, didn't pay attention. Two of the people at the three tables got together and chatted in low voices. From time to time, they raised their heads to look at Jian Heng meaningfully, and then quickly lowered their heads and began to whisper to each other. stand up.

Everyone got the dishes, and everyone put rice in front of them, but the guys who ate were divided into two groups. Most people used spoons, and occasionally used forks. Only Jian Heng and the others used Zhengerba The guy who used Chinese food - chopsticks.

While eating, Zhang Jialiang looked at Jian Heng, watching him burying his head in the big mouthful of the big meat, his mouth full of greasy stars, and every time he took a bite, he could see the greasy white on the section of the big meat that was bitten open by his mouth, which made him disgusted. It's just that as the little brother who lives with Jian Heng, he knows that his boss is quite demanding on food as long as he has the conditions. Now seeing him gobbling up food like a hungry tiger that has been raving for a week, he can't help but feel a little curious Heart.

"Brother Heng? Is this big meat really delicious?" Zhang Jialiang asked.

Jian Heng didn't answer, just used the chopsticks to pinch it lightly, and instantly pinched a piece of meat with a sauce-colored belt and a little fat from the side of the big meat.

Putting it in Zhang Jialiang's bowl, Jian Heng raised his chopsticks to signal him to try a piece.

Zhang Jialiang held the mentality of trying to pick up the meatballs and put them in his mouth. The meatballs entered his mouth without chewing. The taste buds on the tip of his tongue instantly conveyed a unique waxy aroma of Chinese cooking meat to his brain. With a slight stir, the meat in the mouth was immediately crispy, as if it had turned into juice and flowed down the throat into the stomach, without the greasy smell of fat meat at all.

The tip of the tongue can't be smashed is the crystalline meat skin, with a chewy texture, chewed into pieces after a few chews, the difference from the meat is that the crystal-like meat has a strong sauce fragrance at the moment , although the meat went down the esophagus, but the mouth is still full of fascinating sauce flavor, which lasts for a long time.

"Wow!"

After eating one piece, the entire expression on Zhang Jialiang's face seemed to be alive.

Needless to say, Jian Heng, this kid picked up a whole piece of meat with chopsticks and put it in the bowl. It was obviously the biggest piece of meat he picked.

Dragging the meat into the bowl, Zhang Jialiang immediately tilted his head and grinned and began to bite.

As soon as the big meat blocked Zhang Jialiang's mouth, Jian Heng's ears became quiet for an instant. An An finished his meal, and briefly recorded how much everyone ate. Of course, this is also Jian Heng's reference index when dispensing medicine. This means that if you eat more, if you eat up, the dose will be more, if you eat less, then the natural dose will be less, and the required time for the effect will be longer. But generally speaking, people who work out have a good appetite, eat with open arms, and all of them are good. Even sister McAvoy ate more than half of the food in the bowl. Not a single grain of rice was left.

For Chinese food, some foreigners adapt quickly to their stomachs, for example, troublesome couples, and some people are not too used to it, like when a person has to go to the toilet immediately after eating, and wait for ten or twenty minutes to come out , the little face is glowing white.

This man came to Jian Heng's side: "Coach, my stomach can't handle such a greasy thing, I have diarrhea."

Jian Heng raised his head, thought for a while and said, "Then you give up!"

Hearing what Jian Heng said, this person shook his head first: "That won't work, coach, I can still persist!"

After speaking, this man turned his head and left.

Jian Heng has seen this person's diet plan. He usually eats beef once or twice a week, and each time is only two or three pieces the size of his hand. It would be strange if he didn't eat such a greasy food.

Will Jian Heng take pity on him? Certainly not! For those who can't grow a Chinese stomach, Jian Heng is not interested in helping them accomplish any small goals! Even if it is a fake, it has to be taken as real. If you don't eat Chinese food, the Jane's physique control method will not work for him!

After two o'clock in the afternoon, another class was practiced. Jian Heng closed the booth here, went into the locker room to take a shower, and took Zhang Jialiang out the door.

As soon as he walked out the door, Jian Heng was about to scold the kid, but before he could say anything, a sweet female voice sounded behind him.

"Jane, we want to visit your house, can we?"

Jian Heng turned his head and found that the McAvoy sisters were copying and pasting as usual, walking towards him with a smile.