Little Life on An American Ranch

After chatting with Mr. Yao for a while, the conversation on the old man's side became more and more intense, but Jian Heng's eyes were fighting.

"I said what's wrong with you boy?" Seeing that Jian Heng kept nodding his head, Mr. Yao felt that his interest in chatting was greatly reduced, and complained that Jian Heng didn't pay attention to what he said.

Jian Heng couldn't hold on any longer, and directly waved his hand at the old man: "You can spend yourself here, I'm going back to the house to sleep now."

Ah, speaking, Jian Heng yawned and stood up and walked to the east wing.

After lying on the bed for a while, Jian Heng began to snore a little. As for Mr. Yao, because he is getting older, he has less time to sleep. In addition, he chatted with Jian Heng to chat with him, so he can't sleep now, but seeing Jian Heng's appearance doesn't matter. So as to pull him up from the bed, he sighed, closed the door, and walked out of the yard.

The courtyard of Mr. Yao is not far from the small courtyard where Jian Heng lived, that is, a distance of about 30 meters, and he turned back along the path with his hands behind his back.

Halfway through the road, the old man heard a few soft noises from the haystack, stopped and asked, "Who's there?"

"Uncle, it's me!"

For a moment, I saw the head of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old sticking out, looking a little disheveled.

After just one glance, old man Yao knew what this kid was doing, so he scolded him with a smile: "Look at your worthless appearance!"

Throwing down a sentence, the old man continued to walk to his small courtyard with his hands behind his back.

After returning to the yard, he still couldn't sleep, so the old man moved his hands together and moved a stool to sit in the yard. The old dog in the yard saw the master coming out, wagged its tail and gently rubbed against the master's side, yawned and lay down on the bed. He landed on the ground and rested the dog's head on the two front legs.

Seeing that his dog yawned, Mr. Yao said a little angrily: "You old man can't sleep well, hey, you think this little Jian Heng can cure our children? I don't know." He is the first to dispense the medicine, and he is sure of everything!"

Speaking of which, the old man stretched out his hand and began to pick up the dog, and started spitting with the dog while licking the dog. The dog is really a good dog, and he didn't care about the old man's spitting at all, just listened to it with his ears raised with.

Jian Heng slept almost until dawn, and when he woke up, he went into the space and continued to prepare his own medicine. Jian Heng was very careful about what he took in, strictly following the prescriptions in the book, and every point was accurate to the gram. Jian Heng wants to believe that the medicine he dispensed is more accurate than before. You must know that the scales in the past were not accurate to grams.

After leaving the space, the sun was already high, Jian Heng stretched his waist, and started to make breakfast for himself.

Breakfast cannot be served for one person, because since Jian Heng came here, every time Jian Heng's roof smoked, within two minutes, the old man would definitely come out of Jian Heng's small courtyard.

Except for the old man, no one else has ever entered the small courtyard. It seems that the people living in the small courtyard are not a guest, but ordinary neighbors.

Sure enough, Jian Heng had just rolled out the skins and chopped the stuffing, finished wrapping the wontons, and just lit the fire when he heard the old man come in.

"What's for breakfast this morning?"

While talking, the old man came straight to the kitchen, stretched his head to look at the small wontons on the pot table, and immediately became happy: "So it's wontons!"

"You can always say you don't want to eat!" Jian Heng smiled and sent dry wood into the stove with an iron pitchfork.

Mr. Yao was given way by Jian Heng, but he didn't take it seriously, and said with a smile: "Wonton is good, but you are missing a little lard here!"

People who often eat wontons know that putting a little lard in the wonton soup will make the wonton soup more delicious. Of course, the lard is best made from homemade local lard.

A little bit of good lard, topped with fragrant shallots, dried shrimps, mustard mustard powder, this is the standard configuration of a bowl of good small wontons.

"The last bit of lard was used up by the fried vegetables the day before yesterday!" Jian Heng said helplessly.

Jian Heng doesn't like the vegetables produced here, and he doesn't like the oil produced here, the lettuce oil is fine for one or two meals, but Jian Heng can't bear it if he eats it often. So the oil in the space is used, and the dishes in the space are fried. According to the old saying, meat oil is used to stir-fry vegetarian dishes, so that the vegetarian dishes are more fragrant, so Jian Heng used up the self-refined meat oil in his own space here. .

The light is used up, but Jian Heng has the space in his hand, is it so difficult for Jian Heng? After running out, he handed over the task of refining lard to Wei in the space, but he was busy all day yesterday, and this morning he forgot about going into the space to get oil.

Originally, I thought about getting it while I was eating, but I didn't expect the old man's eyes to be so sharp.

The old man Yao said, "Then you should have said it earlier, I'll borrow some."

Jian Heng just wanted to say no, the old man has already jumped out of the kitchen, and no one would believe that this is an old man in his dozens of years. Seeing this kind of vigor, even if he is going to give birth to one child and two children now, They can also give birth to five or six children.

The wontons cook quickly, and they are cooked as soon as they are put in the water. The wontons are so fast that the old man came quickly, and the old man who returned to the kitchen was holding a small porcelain jar in his hand.

"Hurry up, hurry up, the oil is coming!"

The old man added a small spoonful of meat oil to the bowls on the side of the pot, then put the porcelain pot aside, and watched Jian Heng scoop wontons out of the pot with a colander.

Jian Heng was scooping up wontons at this time, when he suddenly heard a clear and clear girl's voice from outside the door: "Uncle, you took the oil from our house, why don't you want to send it back?"

As soon as the voice fell, a little girl about 16 or 17 years old stood at the door of the kitchen. After saying something to Mr. Yao, she took a sneak peek at Jian Heng. flush.

Seeing the little girl's expression, the old man Yao didn't make fun of it, he just pretended he didn't see it, and said to the girl: "Your mother urged you to come over for oil when I just came here, isn't it a bit petty? gone?"

Jian Heng didn't notice the expression on the girl's face. After filling two bowls of wontons, he said to the little girl, "Since you're here, eat a bowl of wontons before leaving!"

"You only have two bowls!" Old Master Yao said.

Jian Heng said: "I still have the stuffing and the skin, won't it be a matter of minutes to wrap it up?"

Hearing what Jian Heng said, Mr. Yao looked at Jian Heng, was stunned for a moment, and then said: "That's good! Let's eat first, you can wrap it yourself."

As he spoke, he turned around and walked to the side of the pot with a bowl in each hand, picked up two bowls of wontons and walked out of the kitchen.

Passing by the girl, old man Yao said to the stunned girl, "Sixiu, why don't you come with me to eat wontons?"

When the girl named Sixiu heard this, she hummed immediately, lowered her head slightly, and followed Mr. Yao to eat wontons.

Jian Heng finished wrapping the wontons in the kitchen, not only ordered a bowl for himself, but also a big bowl, as a person who respects principles and reciprocity, Jian Heng would not let others bring things and leave them empty So Jian Heng cooked a portion for the family of the girl who borrowed oil, for three people.

Went outside with two bowls, Jian Heng put the big blue and white porcelain soup bowl on the table, and said to the girl: "Take this bowl home later to taste at home, it doesn't taste good You take it easy."

The girl hummed, lowered her head and kept scratching the wontons in the bowl with a spoon without looking at Jian Heng.

Jian Heng only took two mouthfuls here, and the girl over there lowered her head and pushed the clean bowl aside, and said in a voice as big as a mosquito, "I'm done eating!"

After speaking, he left in a hurry with the big bowl of wontons in it.

"This girl is a bit fiddly." Jian Heng watched the girl leave, and opened his mouth casually.

Old Master Yao looked at Jian Heng, examined it carefully and sighed: "You kid is a disaster!"

Jian Heng was stunned when he said this.

Mr. Yao knows that Jian Heng's greatest attraction to the girls here comes from different temperaments. Jian Heng, a modern person who has been living all the time, looks at this place with curiosity, and people who live here may not be curious about Jian Heng, especially the girls here. Guys, I have always seen honest men, and I have never seen a man like Jian Heng who can chat with women when he sits down.

"Didn't you see that the little girl just now liked you a little bit?"

puff!

He didn't choke Jian Heng, so he wiped his mouth twice: "I said, old man, you can rely on your words, okay! How did someone like me become a lover when I came to you?"

Seeing that the old man didn't seem to be joking, Jian Heng said: "Forget it, I'll finish my work and leave quickly, it's nothing."

"Girl who is used to rough pears, who wouldn't want to eat two bites of juicy peaches?" Seeing Jian Heng like this, the old man became amused and said narrowly.

"You think I look like Li Lizhen? Return the peach!" Jian Heng said disdainfully.

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