We called the driver of the boat and it took us twenty minutes to arrive at Blackoa.
In fact, it’s not that far away. Standing on the second-floor platform of the Oslo Opera House, you can see Lindoa, Brekoja, and other large and small islands with the naked eye. Anyway, the fjord landscape is so magical, otherwise Norway wouldn’t be able to see it.
It will be called the land of ten thousand islands.
Brekoa is an island for Norwegian tourists to relax in summer. This island is as small as Lindoa, but there are very few houses where residents live. Most of them are hotel-style villas for tourists to live in, as well as a small number of entertainment facilities.
For example, there is a private cinema here, a small KTV...that's about it, nothing more.
There are no large hotels, nightclubs, or amusement parks.
The only supermarket is only open in summer, and even this supermarket will be closed in winter. By the way, there is only one public toilet here, and no paper is provided. If a person takes this island in winter,
I suddenly had diarrhea and didn’t bring any paper, and then I found that the only supermarket was closed——
How desperate that must be!
However, the scenery on this island is unique.
Stepping barefoot on the artificial beach and looking at various islands, houses, and even cities in the distance, you will always have the illusion that the world behind you belongs to you.
But the people around me are not delusional.
Han Qi and Ingrid clasped their fingers together and walked slowly on the beach with bare feet.
The sand under your feet should have been transported from a real beach. It is soft, dense, and delicate. It will be very comfortable to step on. However, the sun is too strong, and this leisurely time cannot last too long. Only half an hour has passed.
The two put on their shoes and went to a restaurant on the edge of the sea and sky.
This restaurant is not the ubiquitous Western fast food, nor is it Western food, but a barbecue restaurant.
Open fires are prohibited in Brekoa during this season, and all islands around Oslo must abide by this. Norwegians are willing to lose money several times the value of the forest, and are not willing to destroy any tree.
If you are caught playing with fire, deportation will be light.
This restaurant is the only place on the island where you can use charcoal fire for barbecue. Perhaps this is also related to the fact that it is surrounded by beaches, so you don’t have to worry about accidents caused by fire leaks.
Han Qi bought a lot of barbecue from the boss.
The waiter slowly brought Han Qi's order on a plate. A man in chef's uniform was lighting the charcoal fire. Seeing that everything was almost ready, the chef was ready to start.
Han Qi said: "Wait a minute, let's bake it like this?"
"Ah? Yes."
"...I prefer the taste of Chinese barbecue. Please help me prepare some seasonings."
He saw that the chef was going to make the barbecue he ordered into the form of roasted suckling pig, so he couldn't help but want to do it himself. And even if a man is a good man, he still has a psychological desire to cook for his wife with his own hands...
The premise is that the man's status is high enough, he usually doesn't cook, and he must be a man who loves his wife.
Han Qi, wearing an apron, said to Ingrid who was following.
"Go sit and play with your phone for a while. I'll call you when I'm done. The fumes may be quite big."
"No, I want to watch you do it."
Han Qi grinned, nodded and said, "That's okay, I'll let you try the Chinese barbecue, too. The seasonings I want are all available here."
As a food culture, barbecue is very popular all over the world, so barbecue is not limited to China.
Many people should have heard the abbreviation bbq, which is actually the abbreviation of barbecue, meaning barbecue party. It has become so popular that as long as it is an outdoor sport, you will basically have a barbecue party in the wild.
This is why Linduoya prohibits foreign tourists from throwing away garbage.
A barbecue produces too much waste.
Let’s talk about the difference between Chinese thinking and European barbecue.
Domestic people are good at using ingredients and various sauces to make the meat more delicious. The strong aroma and spiciness can cover up the monotonous taste of all ingredients. Whether it is beef, pork, or mutton, it can be made with the same barbecue method.
Europeans and Americans also like to use sauce, but the choice of ingredients is more important. It has a very special diversity. Sometimes, what is called bbq is not just barbecue.
for example--
Han Qi once followed a tour group to chase the Aurora. That night, the tour guide lit a fire and taught Han Qi to use an iron skewer to stick marshmallows into the fire. When he took it back, he got a small fireball, which he blew out.
If you turn on the flame, you will see a burnt marshmallow.
This is bbq.
To be honest, this is unacceptable to Han Qi. To him, meat is called barbecue.
Han Qi asked the staff who wanted to help him to cool off and rest somewhere, and he could do it all by himself. When he was traveling in the country, he ate barbecue every night, and he had long wanted to try it himself.
On the table, the beef has been cut, and the two large steaks are as big as a washbasin.
The chef had planned to put the two pieces of meat directly on the barbecue grill and start cooking it. This was completely different from the barbecue Han Qi wanted to eat, so he decided to cook it himself.
The whole piece of beef was cut into slices by Han Qi and spread flat on the barbecue grill with tongs.
There were no bamboo skewers prepared here, so I just grilled the grill like this. Anyway, Han Qi saw that the grill was very clean, and there were no black marks left by heavy smoke on the surface. It looked similar to the one he just bought.
The tender beef made a sizzling sound as soon as it was put on it, and Han Qi quickly started touching the sauce.
But doesn’t the beef cook too quickly?
Before Han Qi could apply all the seasonings, the beef had already begun to turn black. He didn't care that he hadn't sprinkled the cumin yet and quickly took out the pieces of beef.
Han Qi looked at the pieces of black charcoal on the plate, and his whole body seemed to be silenced by a magician.
Ingrid came close to her, trying to push Han Qi away and come to the front of the 'Black Charcoal'. When Han Qi discovered it, she quickly picked up the plate and ran away, grabbing one with her hands and taking a bite on the way.
"Um?"
He doesn't run anymore.
Although it looks a bit inferior, it tastes surprisingly good.
It tastes like grilled beef skewers.
Ingrid chased after him laughing.
"I saw everything you were running about. Let me see it again, or I will post the video of your failure on Twitter."
Han Qi turned around and said seriously: "It didn't fail, it just wasn't completely successful. If you don't believe me, try it."
Ingrid obviously didn't believe it. How could you eat such a burnt thing?
She quickly took out her phone and took a picture, including Han Qi and the plate he was holding, and said proudly: "I want to keep a souvenir. There are not many scenes where I can see you failing. Finally, I found you."
Something you don’t know how to do anymore.”
"I'm not a god. I don't know many things. You taught me how to ski in the first place."
"snort."
Ingrid got angry when she said this. Han Qi's skiing was taught by her, but it didn't take long before Han Qi's skiing level surpassed hers. She only had a few hours of being a teacher, and then the student turned to herself.
This teacher was left behind.
Damn it.
Han Qi picked up a piece of black charcoal and put it in front of her mouth and said, "Stop pouting and come and try it. It tastes really good. It has a strong charcoal flavor."
It's all so black, so of course the charcoal flavor is strong.
Ingrid opened her small mouth and suddenly bit into it. She gently bit Han Qi's hand with her teeth, then bit into the beef and pulled it away.
"Hmph, if you bully me again I will bite you."
"When did I bully you?" Han Qi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Where was this? What was she thinking?
Looking at the grease on his fingers and Ingrid's saliva, Han Qi subconsciously took a sip and prepared to continue studying how to complete a perfect barbecue dish. Ingrid suddenly blushed and sighed, saying:
"What a bad guy!"
The second piece of beef that was grilled next was much better. Han Qi cut it a little thicker, and he had enough time to sprinkle various seasonings on it.
He processed a lot of vegetables, corn, etc. in the same way, but suddenly found that there was a huge salmon in the ingredients, which definitely looked more than one meter. It was difficult for Han Qi to grill this big guy alone.
On the shelf.
Even if he does it, he doesn't know how to cook it properly.
There was no other way, so he had to call the master again.
But this is already the last dish. Han Qi has prepared the other things and put them in a big pot. The appearance can only be said to be average, not as good as the businessmen who set up stalls selling barbecue every day. But it is definitely better than the first time.
The things made by scholars should be beautiful.
Han Qi watched the master skillfully cut the salmon into pieces. He took a plate, inserted the largest piece of beef from the prepared barbecue and sat next to Ingrid.
This piece of meat is as big as a steak sold in a restaurant.
Anyway, you do it yourself, you can make it whatever you want.
"So skilled." Han Qi sighed with emotion at the chef's skills.
"Yes, you need to practice more." Ingrid looked very cute with oil and chili on both corners of her mouth.
Han Qi looked at her in surprise: "You don't want me to cook all the time, do you? Isn't this a mutual thing?"
"Do you want me, a princess, to cook for you? Dream!!!"
The two suddenly started arguing about who would cook in the future, which made the chef who started to show off his skills speechless for a while. When Han Qi and the others noticed him again, the chef had already put the salmon, which was more than one meter long, into categories.
On the barbecue grill.
The chef uses the local Nordic barbecue method, which gives you the feeling of being cooked Western food.
The salmon meat is very tender. Han Qi has eaten it countless times before, but this is the first time to eat barbecued salmon today.
After the chef finished cooking, several girls packed it on several plates and delivered it to Han Qi and his group's table.
There is some browning of cooked meat on the surface of the meat, but this is a normal color in barbecue. The browning is obviously not enough to reach the center. In other words, this piece of meat is actually the same as the beef Han Qi eats now, which is seven or seven at most.
Mature.
However, salmon is one of the few fish that can be eaten raw, and how mature it is is not a problem.
Han Qi was the first to dig out a piece of meat with a fork.
It's one meter long, and the fish meat on the back alone is enough for two people to eat, not to mention that both Han Qi and Ingrid had eaten a lot before that.
"It tastes good." Han Qi said.
"But I can't eat any more." Ingrid touched her belly.
The barbecue made by Han Qi is so delicious, spicy and numb, and you have to eat it with frozen milk.
Han Qi lowered his head and looked at Ingrid's belly...he couldn't see it.
"Let me touch..."
"Bad guy!"
He sometimes communicates with Ingrid in Norwegian and sometimes in Chinese. Anyway, Ingrid's speaking is not that bad, but she can still understand her as long as Han Qi speaks slower.
Badass is a word she likes to say.
Taught by Han Qi.
The more he listened, the more excited he became. Sometimes Han Qi just wanted to hear Ingrid scolding the bad guys, so he teased her.
After this meal, it was getting dark, so we quickly returned to Oslo.
Han Qi sent Ingrid to Karl Johan Street outside the palace and watched her walk away on this street, turning back three times.
This is a street that Han Qi is very familiar with. Han Qi can repeat all the details of that painting clearly at any time, otherwise it would be impossible to paint such an outstanding oil painting.
After Ingrid walked away, he continued to look at this place for a long time.
Will this street become the street I am most familiar with besides my hometown?
All kinds of emotions are poured into it, making it difficult to eliminate.
The taxi driver also watched Ingrid walk away, and then looked at Han Qi's face in the rearview mirror: "This handsome guy, where are you going now?"
“Hope Hotel O’City Bijek.”
Taxis merge into traffic.
Cars move very slowly. As one of the oldest cities in Norway, Oslo, like many ancient cities in Europe, has not built many underground parking lots, so in modern times there are more cars than parking spaces. Sometimes when you reach your destination, continue
I drove for half an hour and couldn't find a parking space.
It took more than half an hour for Han Qi to return to Bjerk District.
After paying to get off the bus, the driver finally couldn't hold it back and stuck his head out to stop Han Qi: "Hey, kid."
"What's up?"
"Is that girl just now Princess Ingrid?"
"Do you, Princess Ingrid, speak Chinese?"
The driver blinked, probably thinking, then shook his head: "It seems not..."
Han Qi spread his hands and said, "That's it, just leave quickly. I hope the next person who gets in your car is either a prince or a princess."
……………………
After washing up, Han Qi lay on the bed thinking about today's events and quickly fell asleep.
Although he was not dreaming, the corners of his mouth were still raised.
It would be great if I could do this every day.
At the same time, the man in the Oslo Palace thought the same way.
Ingrid was wearing her pajamas, sitting in front of the window and looking at the stars and moon in the sky. It was late at night but she was not sleepy at all. She took out her mobile phone, looked at the language chat on which time was still advancing, and listened to the even breathing coming from inside.
.
"It would be great if every day was this beautiful."
The next day, Han Qi was woken up by a phone call.
Someone from Tromso City Hall called Han Qi for the fourth time this month.
"Hello, Mr. Han Qi, have you arrived in Norway?"
Han Qi rubbed his eyes and replied: "We have already arrived. We stayed in Oslo yesterday and will be able to arrive in Tromsø before tonight. Mr. James, may I ask what the situation is at the construction site? Can it be completed today?"
"You've arrived? That's great. I will notify our colleagues in Oslo to greet you. As for the construction site, don't worry about it. They won't be able to submit the completion within this week, but we hope you can come for the final details.
Take a closer look."
"Okay, this is what I want too, then I will wait for you in Oslo."
