Miller took a dumpling stuffed with beans and meat, dipped it in vinegar, and there was some chili sauce in the vinegar. The dumpling was rolled in the mixture of vinegar and sauce, half of its body was covered with the sauce, and he put it in his mouth.
After that, he said to Zhang Chi.
Miller finally understood the essence of eating dumplings today. He used to eat dumplings for free, but now he has a meal with Zhang Chi's family. To eat a dumpling, you have to dip it in vinegar and bring chili sauce, otherwise
He felt that the dumplings were a bit unauthentic.
Miller, a silly boy, thinks that all Chinese people eat dumplings the same way. He doesn't know how to eat dumplings or what to dip them in. Different places are different.
Just like many people in our country think that English is just one tone, they don't know that there are many dialects of English. There are dialects in some places. Americans themselves scratch their heads just like northerners when they hear Jiangnan dialects.
Zhang Chi replied with a smile: "Eat more if you like."
This guy, from the moment he picked up the plate, kept talking about whether he liked this or that.
Americans are very fond of dumplings, but what they usually eat are simple ones with two or three kinds of fillings, usually meat, or cabbage or something.
Especially for Miller, who has been living in the West, he has eaten dumplings with less fillings. In places with a lot of Chinese people like Los Angeles and New York, you can still eat dumplings with more fillings. Here, let’s put it this way, Zhang Youliang
He can only eat whatever he and Gu Ying do.
So Miller has never seen so many dumplings filled with flames.
Not to mention Miller, even Zhang Chi has never seen so many types of dumplings at one time. There are more than ten kinds of fillings, not to mention the common varieties of cabbage meat, celery meat, and carrot and mutton.
Something like beef with green onions.
There are not only meat-filled ones but also vegetarian ones, such as leeks, eggs, vegetarian dishes, etc.
Zhang Chi now has three kinds of vegetarian food in his bowl, fungus, shredded bamboo shoots and Xianggu mixed together, giving the three ingredients three flavors in one bite.
"Auntie, you are so awesome. You made so many flaming dumplings in one morning. It's quite troublesome," Zhang Chi said to Auntie and the others.
Gu Ying, Li Xiumei and Miao Guifang stood in the kitchen, each holding a bowl and eating dumplings.
Hearing Zhang Chi's words, he couldn't help but laugh.
Li Xiumei said: "It's not that we are busy, it's because your mother-in-law prepared a lot of fillings. She said that eating more fillings makes you happy. It's easy to get tired of eating just one kind of filling...".
It’s hard to say much about this theory.
Miao Guifang was very polite here and paid special attention to the two guests, Mr. and Mrs. Miller, which fully demonstrated the hospitality of the Chinese people.
"Xiaomi, if you don't have enough dumplings, come over here. There are still more in the bowl," Miao Guifang said with a smile.
Gu Ying translated Miao Guifang's words, and Miller immediately nodded and said, "Okay, I'll come over as soon as I finish this plate."
Miller wouldn't be polite, not to mention he was already high.
"The people over there don't know if they have enough to eat. If it's not enough, bring some over." Miao Guifang became concerned about the cowboys on the ranch again.
Before that, everyone had sent a curtain of dumplings over, with about three or four kinds of fillings, and each person had thirty or forty dumplings.
So today at noon, Cannon and others also had dumplings, but they had to cook them themselves. However, it was not difficult for Cannon, because Zhang Chi used to bring dumplings from his aunt's house, and Cannon also made them himself.
boiled.
Cannon may not be good at making dumplings, but he is an expert at cooking dumplings. He has even mastered the rules of cooking dumplings by heart: one, two, three, and out of the pot.
"I'm stuffed"
"I'm full too!"
The two little guys who were full were the first to eat. The little guys were very playful and ate quickly. Each person had a plate of dumplings, and within a few minutes, they all went into their little bellies.
Miller heard his son Yang say that he was full, so he turned to his son and said: "Don't run too far, we will go home later."
"Dad, can I play here a little longer?" Yang said looking at his father expectantly.
"In half an hour," Miller said.
Yang nodded immediately after hearing this: "Yes!"
So the two children started communicating again through the voice recorder, and then disappeared as soon as Zhang Chi turned around.
The child disappeared and the dumplings on Miller's plate were all gone, so Miller carried the plate to the kitchen with a smile.
"Give me a little more, just half of what you just did," Miller said with a smile.
After hearing this, Miao Guifang immediately put down the plate in her hand, took Miller's plate, opened the lid of the pot, picked up the colander, and poured it into Miller's plate.
Okay! Just one spoonful filled the whole plate.
Miller's face became a little distorted when he saw it, and he quickly said: "Too much, too much!"
Gu Ying turned over the words, and Miao Guifang said: "It's not much. A grown man needs to eat more to have the strength to work."
Gu Ying's words made Miller stunned. He really couldn't understand why the old lady gave him a full plate when he only had half a plate.
However, he didn't insist on it, because Miller thought this might be a Chinese habit, to do as the Romans do when in town. Although Miller didn't know this idiom, he still knew that when he was a guest in other people's homes, he must respect other people's habits.
So the stupid Miller directly brought another plate of dumplings back to Zhang Chi and immersed himself in dealing with the dumplings.
Zhang Chi naturally ate quite casually at home. After finishing a plate of dumplings, he ordered about ten more, plus a bowl of dumpling soup. In Zhang Chi's hometown, this soup was called dumpling urine.
While drinking dumpling soup, I swallowed a dozen dumplings on the plate.
After finishing eating, he was about to get up and take the plate to the kitchen when he turned around and found Miller sitting next to him looking at the dumplings on his plate with a grimace as if he was constipated.
"What's wrong, you don't like this kind of stuffing?"
Zhang Chi stretched his head and took a look and found that Miller's plate now contained a stuffing that he didn't like very much, carrot and beef, so he asked Miller about it.
Miller whispered: "It's too much. I almost couldn't eat it after eating half of it, but there was still so much left."
Zhang Chi couldn't help but feel happy when he saw Miller's appearance. He opened his mouth and said, "If you can't eat, don't eat. No one forces you to finish everything in the bowl."
"That's not good?"
Miller looked at his half plate of dumplings and said.
Zhang Chi knew that this guy really couldn't eat anymore, and he was not being polite. We Chinese can do this, but Americans can't, so he reached out and took the plate from Miller's hand.
"It's okay, if you can't eat it, some people will."
Would Zhang Chi's family care about what is left over? Isn't that nonsense? Let's put it this way, if there is not enough food in Zhang Chi's family now, there will be no leftovers.
Not to mention the ink, there are two or three dogs, let’s just talk about the giant dogs in the pasture, and these dumplings are not enough for them.
Besides, you underestimate the bellies of these dogs too much.
Carrying the plate to the kitchen, Zhang Chi said to grandma and others: "You are too cruel, you ate Miller up to your throat!"
Miao Guifang smiled when she saw it and said, "I'm not afraid that my children won't have enough to eat."
"Next time the Americans say you can give them as much as you want. They won't be polite, and they don't know what politeness means. If they say they can't eat it, they definitely can't eat it. Look at what you gave me. If I hadn't asked,
Maybe this silly boy Miller can eat himself to death," Zhang Chi joked with a smile.
Seeing that her grandson's words were interesting, Miao Guifang became happy and said, "What's the matter? All right, you go and play. We can just clean these plates and stuff."
"Then I won't do it anymore," Zhang Chi said as he returned to Miller's side.
"Grandpa, you guys eat, I've finished eating here."
Zhang Chi was about to leave the house and first said hello to the elders.
Young people eat faster, as does Zhang Chi, and so does Miller. But people like Zhang Jiaren, Zhang Youliang and Zhang Youpeng eat very slowly. Chewing slowly is their standard for eating.
Seeing the elders nodding, Zhang Chi and Miller left the house and sat on the terrace.
After sitting down, Zhang Chi finally remembered, so he stood up again and got a pot of tea from the house. The two of them sat comfortably, drinking tea and eating at the same time.
"How are you talking about the ranch to the east?" Miller took a sip of tea and then found a topic.
Zhang Chi understood what Miller was talking about, what the Australian wealthy man said about exchanging land for the Great Secret Realm.
"It's too late, we can't talk about it," Zhang Chi said.
The difference between the two asking prices was a bit big, and I felt it was inappropriate both times, so the matter was a bit put on hold. I didn't say that we wouldn't continue the discussion, but that no one had the intention to continue.
Miller thought for a moment and said: "This matter cannot be rushed."
Zhang Chi and the Miller family got angry and said that if the negotiation was concluded, a piece of land would be replaced with a land of the same area. In this case, Zhang Chi and the new pasture to the east could be connected.
Miller, or Seriol, didn't have any objections. For the same area of replacement, the land was much better than what they had to pay. Isn't it stupid to disagree?
There is nothing Zhang Chi can do about it. If you exchange it for the same amount, you will definitely not be able to get it back. Why would anyone go to the trouble of going through the formalities with you?
Not to mention that Zhang Chi was only a good friend of Miller, even if he was a good friend of Seliol, Seliol would not be shy when it came to money.
As soon as the chat about the ranch started, it became a bit boring.
However, there was no need for the two to chat awkwardly. After being quiet for a while, Miller talked to Zhang Chi about Nell.
At this moment, Nel can be said to be very happy and happy. He lived his small life. As soon as he arrived in Florida, he immediately bought a mansion and a fancy car. His small life was so unrestrained.
Miller had more contact with Nell, but Zhang Chi had much less contact. First, Zhang Chi didn't like Nell's way of making money, and second, there was nothing to talk about between the two.
They were good friends before, but now that they have figured out the situation, Zhang Chi feels that he and Nell have different opinions and do not want to work together.
The two of them had nothing to do, just chatting and drinking tea, and watching the children play from time to time.
Half an hour passed quickly. Miller took his son Yang home, while Zhang Chi continued to look after the child.