Zheng Bohong held the plate, picked up a piece of roast beef with a fork, put it into his mouth, and tasted it slowly. I have to say that Zhang Chi's barbecue skills have become more advanced than before. In the past, he learned barbecue from his uncle, and now he has added Using the American barbecue technique learned from the small town of Amber, the whole veal is roasted so that it is charred on the outside and tender on the inside. When the fork is lightly pressed on the meat, the transparent beef juice will flow down.
Usually beef with a lot of juice is also greasy, because the juice is simply fat, but the beef raised by Zhang Chi is not as greasy as ordinary beef. Not only is it not greasy, it also has a unique grassy aroma.
Last year's beef didn't have this taste. Zhang Chi didn't know if it was because the gourd pulp had been raised for too long or if it was dripping. The beef at home was getting better and better.
"I give you full marks for this beef." Zheng Bohong swallowed all the beef in his mouth and extended his thumb towards Zhang Chi.
Zhao Yue also nodded: "This meat has a special fragrance. Is there any seasoning added to it?"
Zhang Chi said: "If the cattle are raised well, it has little to do with the material."
"No wonder Melika said your beef is delicious, it's true." Duan Shuyi also nodded.
The three of them are not big eater, and they have eaten a lot of beef before, but today's beef really made them feel very special.
Suddenly Zhao Yue said: "This beef will definitely be delicious if used to make dumplings."
Zhang Chi said with a smile: "If you want to eat dumplings, let's make them. Anyway, I have nothing to do after watching the horse racing tomorrow, so I'll make dumplings when I get back. Merica, do you have flour at home?"
Melika nodded: "Of course there is."
"Then don't say it. Come back and make dumplings at noon tomorrow," Zhang Chi said with a smile.
Zheng Bohong said: "Okay, it's settled, we will come back tomorrow at noon and we will start working together. To be honest, I really didn't expect this beef to be so good. I almost want to transport this beef to the country. Zhang Chi, this thing Is it okay to pass the inspection?”
"It's definitely no problem, but the production here is small. There are only more than a thousand cows in the pasture now, and most of them are cows. I can't store a year's supply at a time."
What Zhang Chi said is very objective.
A lot of beef in the United States is fed with clenbuterol. This is not Zhang Chi’s nonsense. Not to mention beef, pigs are also fed. Within a certain range, this thing is not illegal in the United States, but it is no longer allowed in China. Son.
Moreover, inspections of imported meat have been very strict in recent years.
In terms of meat quality, it can be said that China is much stricter than the United States.
"It's a little too little." Zheng Bohong was a little disappointed.
Not to mention anything else, how much beef will there be if a thousand cows are slaughtered? After this, it will be cumbersome to apply for qualifications and other messy things.
Zhao Yue said: "You don't want to raise more."
"Sister, my pasture is only over 500 acres, how can I raise it? I can't just ride on the cows," Zhang Chi said with a wry smile.
"How about we invest some money in you?" Duan Shuyi said.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Chi quickly waved his hand: "Let's forget it. I don't want to have any financial dealings with my friends. Don't make it unpleasant when the time comes."
Reaching into your own pasture?
Zhang Chi doesn't want to do it. Now you can make as much money as you want. If you accept other people's investment, you have to accept other people's opinions. No one can make irresponsible remarks about your own ranch. You can make money slowly, and the land can also be slowly earned. Buy slowly.
You can develop quickly and make a lot of money by letting people invest money, but if Zhang Chi wants to make quick money and make a lot of money, wouldn't it be better to do something illegal? Why do you need Zhao Yue and others' money?
Is money a good thing? Of course it is, but Zhang Chi doesn't like anyone telling him what to do.
At this time, Melika changed the subject: "How far can your horse run now?"
Zhang Chi replied: "I don't know."
Now Melika was a little speechless: "Don't you care about this at all?"
"Why do you care about this?" Zhang Chi didn't quite understand.
For Zhang Chi, the current Sha Damu is just an experiment. If it can produce results, it will prove that gourd water can not only make cattle and horses strong, but also strengthen their abilities.
Even if Silly Damu doesn't run well, he can still buy a horse with good foundation, fill a few gourd pulp with it and go to the track to make money for himself.
"Why are you so careless in your work?" Zhao Yue also said with a smile.
"As for the horses, we have to leave it to fate. I think Silly Damu is good and has talent, but who knows when we get on the track. He might break his leg in the first race," Zhang Chi said.
These words immediately stunned the remaining people.
Superstition is not just for us Chinese, but there are actually quite a few superstitious people among Americans. Otherwise, many Americans are now teaching people on the Internet to give money to their ancestors, which is what we call ghost coins. Some people say that after burning them, they will become gods.
When you feel better, your luck will also improve.
We Chinese have been doing this for thousands of years, and we have never seen anyone get lucky because of this.
Similarly, if there is a horse race track and you say that your horse may have a broken leg, do you believe that the horse owner will break your leg first?
"Unlucky!" Zheng Bohong said with a wry smile: "How can a horse owner expect his horse to break its leg?"
"I'm just saying, as the saying goes, lucky people have their own destiny, so tell me what to be afraid of," Zhang Chi said with a smile.
How could the beef made by Zhang Chi not be enough to eat? Even if the beef is delicious, the fighting ability of Zheng Bohong and others is indeed average.
There was nothing left, because where Melika lived, there were really a lot of dogs, and five or six dogs took away the remaining beef.
Store it in the refrigerator and wait to eat it the next day. It doesn't exist. How can these rich people eat the leftovers?
After dinner, it was time for Zhang Chi to go to bed. He was not used to spending time with these people. They were all night owls. Zhang Chi's work and rest habits were too normal.
"Going to bed so early? Why do you live like an old man?"
Hearing that Zhang Chi was going to bed, Zhao Yue looked at Zhang Chi with a strange expression, as if Zhang Chi had done something evil.
"I can't bear it, I can't bear it," Zhang Chi said repeatedly.
"Go to the movies, there are blockbusters here, and the sound effects are great," Zheng Bohong also said.
Zhang Chi could only say again: "I really can't bear it, I'm sorry."
At this time, Melika said: "Let him sleep. When he is at home, he goes to bed almost as soon as it gets dark every day."
This is a bit exaggerated, but not too much. Zhang Chi usually goes to bed around nine o'clock, and by ten o'clock he is already talking to Duke Zhou about his daughter.
Just like that, Zhang Chi went back to his room to sleep, while Zhao Yue and others went to the cinema to watch blockbusters.
I don’t know how long several people stayed up before falling asleep.
Anyway, when Zhang Chi got up the next day, several people were still sound asleep.
Zhang Chi didn't want to make breakfast when he arrived. After waiting for a while, the servant brought Western breakfast to the table.
Before Zhang Chi could move, a few guys actually yawned and came to the table and sat down.
"How many hours did you sleep?"
Zhang Chi felt that these people could be considered capable if they could stand up.
"Five hours is enough. At noon, I can catch up on two hours of sleep, and get seven hours of sleep a day."
Zhao Yue said and sat down.
Zhang Chi gave them a thumbs up to show that you are really good at it!
After dinner, everyone drove to the racecourse. The racecourse is not far from where Melika lives, which is more than 40 minutes' drive.
It takes forty minutes to drive, which is quite far in China, but this is the western United States, and it takes an hour to go back and forth to buy groceries, so forty minutes is really nothing.
The racetrack is really not small, but the equipment is just that. It looks like the airport in Folsom, which is a bit old.
There was really no one at the racecourse at this time, there were only a few cars in the parking lot, and half of the shops selling goods at the entrance were still closed.
After the car stopped, Zhang Chi called Mason, asked about the location, and walked towards the stable with Zheng Bohong and the others.
Melika didn't come with everyone today because she had something to do. Of course, it was also because Melika really didn't like Sha Damu's performance either. It didn't matter whether she looked at it or not. Melika didn't want to waste her time.
The racecourse is a bit shabby, but the stables are really good and all the equipment is well maintained.
The stable was also very busy at this time, with jockeys and trainers leading horses back and forth all the time.
Under the leadership of Mason, Zhang Chi met Shadamu and its jockey. The jockey was a small white man, only less than 1.5 meters tall, thin and small.
Jockeys have very strict requirements for purchasing weight, because every additional pound of weight will have an impact on the horse. Of course, there are unified weights now, but big men are still at a disadvantage in the jockey profession. Even if the weight is higher
It is light, and the wind resistance brought by the big body is also great. Just like Yao Ming, who weighs 70 pounds, how much wind will he pull when riding on a horse with such a big body?
There's nothing much to say. We just want to get to know each other. Don't say that Zhang Chi doesn't want to let this jockey ride Shadamu full-time in the competition. The jockey himself has no interest in riding horses like Shadamu more often.
After chatting for a while, the jockey rushed to the weigh-in. Before the competition, the jockey has to go through several weigh-ins. This is the second time the jockey weighs in. After the weigh-in this time, there are still other things to do.
Once on the field.
When Zheng Bohong and others saw Sha Damu, they were no longer nervous at all. They originally thought about giving Sha Damu some oil or something, but now they no longer have the slightest idea.
Anyone who knows something about horses will probably not feel any nervousness when they see Silly Damu's appearance, because this stupid big horse doesn't look like it can run at all.
If you can tell at a glance that this horse is not smart, do you still think it can run? That is obviously impossible.
Zhang Chi didn't care. Although he got the horse owner's certificate from Mason and could sit in the horse owner's area to watch the race, he did not go to the horse owner's area. Instead, he and Zheng Bohong looked casually in the stands.
Sit down in a seat.
There were not many people watching this game, and I don’t know if there were even 200 people in the sparse stands. Anyway, it was an empty stand, so just sit down anywhere and wait for the game to start.
Not to mention that there were not many people watching, even the commentator on the racecourse radio seemed a little listless.