Little Life on An American Ranch

After a short nap after lunch, Jian Heng got up and found that there was no one around, not only no one, but also those guys like Pooh who didn't know where to go.

I got up and washed my face, went to the door of my mother's room, knocked twice, and called my mother twice in a low voice, seeing that the door was not closed, I gently opened the door and saw the old lady lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, so Quietly, he left the room.

When I walked to the door of my sister's room, I was about to knock and saw that the door was also open. I called my sister, and opened the door to see that the bedding inside was neat. It was obvious that Jian Anan was not in the room.

After going out, I went to the stables to summon Heidou, and was about to ride for a stroll. Who knows, before I ran a few steps, I saw that there seemed to be people in the restaurant, and it seemed quite lively.

Holding a curious heart, Jian Heng urged Heidou to go over. The windows of the restaurant were very large. Even standing outside, Jian Heng on horseback could clearly see what was going on inside.

A master in his forties seemed to be demonstrating his knife skills. An iron kitchen knife of normal size but almost twice as thick as the back was flying in his hands.

The knife is very beautiful in the cook's hand, as beautiful as a living elf, dancing gently on the chopping board. With its dancing, a piece of thousands of sheets has become a slender thread, seemingly random and seemingly It is well-trained, the chef's rough hand grabs and lifts, and the dried shreds fall into the pot. The moment it falls into the pot, the ladle in the other hand of the chef also reaches into the pot and stirs for a while. In three seconds, the dried silk was scooped up.

Jian Heng feels that in the hands of this cook, cooking seems to be more than just cooking, but an art. Every movement of the cook seems to have an inexplicable sense of beauty, not the beauty of dancing, but the lack of beauty. The beauty of life through any processing.

Jian Heng thought it was beautiful, but most of the stupid foreigners in the restaurant would not be blessed!

To be honest, Jian Heng has been abroad for a few years, and he already understands that all parts of the world have their own favorite tastes. It is a bit superficial to say that Chinese food is the best in the world, but when it comes to cooks, Jian Heng I really feel that foreigner cooks are far from being able to compete with Chinese cooks in terms of chopping vegetables.

"it is good!"

At this moment, there was a burst of warm applause among the people who came to join in the fun in the restaurant.

At first glance, Jian Heng felt that the excitement of this place was a little in the way, so he got off his horse and walked into the restaurant, planning to find a good spot closer to him to see it more clearly.

After entering the restaurant, Jian Heng realized that his idea was a bit too unrealistic, because at this time, even if there were people standing at the table, there was no room for Jian Heng.

And Jian Heng has been in for five minutes, and no one turned to look at Jian Heng, who was always impressed by the miraculous knife skills of the cook in the field.

There was really no other way, Jian Heng had no choice but to go back outside again, recruited Black Dou to be a tiptoe, and continued to watch the chef's performance outside in the cold.

"Why are you here to join in the fun?"

When Jian Heng heard someone talking to him, he turned around and saw a smiling Zhao Changshan standing beside him on his newly changed Rockywood saddle.

"The new cook is good?"

As he spoke, Jian Heng pouted at the chef who was performing in the restaurant.

Zhao Changshan looked at the dining room, and replied: "It's not just good. In the vegetarian banquet, this is the name of the national champion. The vegetarian banquet he made in the past can be famous. If you want to eat his meal, at least Book a week in advance."

"Hey, why did he come here with you when he was so awesome?" Jian Heng asked.

Zhao Changshan said: "Give me the money! If you give enough money, there are still talents you can't buy? Besides, he has been in the temple for decades, and he has seen a lot of bad things. He wants to find a good blr in his heart." The work of the Eight Classics has been done until after resignation, Zhongjia Hanyi and Sun went away. Isn't our place the best choice for him?"

Jian Heng still doesn't understand why the old man doesn't open his own shop.

Zhao Changshan glanced at Jian Heng's face and said: "You don't understand the chef. It's easy for someone with skills like him to find a new job, but if you really come out to do it alone, you need more than just skills. Of course, there is absolutely no problem for you to open a roadside store, but can this roadside store earn the previous salary? It must not work. If you open a store by yourself and have no connections to support the original income, then he will have to come out to work again in the end ".

Jian Heng understood it, and replied to Zhao Changshan: "Isn't it an example of a platform and success, what are you doing so mysteriously!"

Now this topic is still very hot. Some people’s success in the society is the success of the platform, not because of their own ability, but because they are on a good platform, because they have a good platform, they are successful. Once you leave a platform, this so-called successful person does not exist.

"It's nothing mysterious, I'm just talking about the facts," Zhao Changshan said.

"A lot of money?"

"It's worth it!" Zhao Changshan's answer was short but powerful.

"It's too expensive!"

Jian Heng looked at it for a while and felt that this cook was too showy.

Zhao Changshan said: "It was I who suggested him to do this. If he came here as usual, how could he be able to suppress these people! Now let him come out and show off, so that these people know that the new vegetarian master chef is a good guy." Very high-level people, so that in the future, there is no need for these people to shout every time a new meat dish is introduced. I just understand how there are vegetarians in this world except monks and priests, who eat everything Isn’t it a bad point, don’t they use the so-called faults, don’t they understand the reason behind it?”

"Hey, why are you leaving?"

Zhao Changshan hadn't finished speaking when he saw Jian Heng turned his horse and looked as if he was about to leave, so he opened his mouth and wanted to stop Jian Heng.

Jian Heng didn't stop, and replied as he walked, "I'm not interested in listening to your complaints. I might as well go for a run if I have the time."

Looking at Jian Heng's back, Zhao Changshan sighed, and then got up his horse, but he went in the opposite direction from Jian Heng.

After running around, Jian Heng was thinking about what to eat for dinner. When he locked the black beans into the stable, Jian Heng passed the barn, and suddenly heard sheep bleating from the barn.

Anyway, there was nothing wrong, so I walked over to have a look, it didn't matter, Jian Heng saw ten newborn lambs in the sheep pen.

Looking at these little milk lambs, Jian Heng couldn't stop the saliva in his mouth, and he kept burrowing out.

Standing in the sheepfold, Jian Heng looked at the little lamb who was following the mother goat, and was about to pick out a fat, thin, and delicious toothpaste for the evening. After looking for about five minutes, a relatively satisfactory target appeared in Jian Heng's sight.

Zheng Bei reached out to grab it, but the door of the barn creaked and was pushed open. Jian Heng looked up and saw that it was Huang Xiaodong.

Seeing Jian Heng in the barn, Huang Xiaodong was also quite surprised, he didn't come in empty-handed, he was holding a handful of fresh grass, which seemed to be cut from the pasture outside, and it was exposed from the snow from time to time, Green grass that has been exposed to the sun for almost a day.

"Boss, why are you here today?"

Huang Xiaodong asked Jian Heng while putting the grass in his hand into a fence.

Jian Heng said: "Come here to catch a little milk lamb, and prepare to cook a lamb right away!"

"This matter, I advise you to count it!"

Jian Heng didn't understand, and asked, "Is there anyone stopping me from eating my own sheep?"

Huang Xiaodong said: "Ningning comes to count every night, and tells everyone not to touch her sheep. You are going to take one out to eat. When she comes back, you can't make a fuss. Anyway, I am Surely you can’t keep the secret, I’m just asking if you can resist Ningning?”

Jian Heng immediately slapped his mouth when he heard this, this is indeed a difficult problem, now the little girl doesn't treat him anymore, now if he eats this sheep again, he will probably hate Jian Henglai to death.

After thinking about it, Jian Heng said unwillingly: "If you think about it, forget it, she can't afford to provoke her."

Huang Xiaodong laughed when he heard that.

At this moment, Jian Heng's cell phone rang suddenly, and when he picked it up, he found that it was Wu Yong calling.

"I've already delivered the New Year ceremony to your door, you ask your concierge to let them in!..." Wu Yong said immediately when he heard the phone call. ()