He was idle but didn't want to do anything, so Zhang Chi decided to raise the pony for a while first, and then collect the pony's interest when he wanted to do something.
Putting aside the pony matters, Zhang Chi found some work for himself.
In the next few days, Zhang Chi lived a relaxed life. When he had nothing to do, he would tease his nephew, play with his gun, or ride the Red Flame Mountain around his two pastures.
So much back and forth.
In the meantime, Zhang Chi also went to a ranch in Colorado to add some water to the grass there and take a look at the cows there.
The situation over there is fine. Both Eric and Langdon are veterans. In many ways, their management level is better than Cannon's, so there is nothing to worry about.
Originally, Melika wanted to come with Zhang Chi, but now she was a little bit pregnant, so the elders didn't let her come, and Melika didn't insist, so in the end, Zhang Chi was the only one, and it was a small trip.
Bad.
The next day after driving home, light rain began to fall in the sky.
Zhang Chi had just finished breakfast and had a little belly left. He gave himself a small snack after the meal. He took the teapot with brewed tea and sat under the porch at the door, enjoying the light rain while drinking tea and tasting snacks.
Melika walked to Zhang Chi's side at this time.
Her belly is now slightly swollen, but she is wearing a robe, which is very large and loose, so it is difficult to see it.
When Zhang Chi saw his wife sitting down, he took a small snack and extended it towards her.
Melika shook her head: "I won't eat this."
Zhang Chi said: "It's quite delicious."
While speaking, Zhang Chi had already retracted his hand. Zhang Chi was not the kind of person who liked to give people food, so Melika said she didn't want to eat, so he stuffed the food into his mouth.
"It's raining quite a bit today," Melika said, looking at the rain outside.
Zhang Chi said: "It hasn't rained for several days. If it doesn't clear a lot of pasture grass, it will be a disaster."
"Yes." Melika smiled.
The couple just chatted without saying a word, and they didn't feel any embarrassment. They were both very relaxed. If anyone wanted to talk, they could just say something. There was no set rules. It didn't matter whether others responded or not.
Its natural.
At some point, Zhang Juan came out. She leaned against the wall, looking at her brother and wife, eating snacks while watching.
"You guys are really good at it!"
Zhang Juan felt that these two people were really boring. If she and Sun Yanping talked like this, she would just wipe their necks.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Chi turned around and asked.
Just as he asked, he saw the snack in his sister's hand, so Zhang Chi walked over and reached out to grab the snack in his sister's hand to offer it to his five internal organs temple.
Zhang Juan dodged it very skillfully: "Go to the house and get it, grandma is doing it."
The snacks in Zhang Juan's hand are small fruits. No one cares what they are called. Anyway, Zhang Chi's hometown calls these small fruits.
The production method is quite simple, which is to press the risen noodles into small noodle strips, which are slightly thinner than eating chopsticks and about the same length as a finger.
After it's done, fry it in a pan. When it's crispy on the inside and outside, take it out to control the oil, then roll it in sugar and coat it with frosting sugar. This snack is ready.
Of course, this is the most common method. If you have time, you can improve it, such as filling it with various ingredients. In short, you can toss it however you want. As long as the product is not mushy, it will generally
It doesn't taste bad at all.
After hearing what his sister said, Zhang Chi entered the house and went straight to the kitchen.
By this time, the old lady had done a lot. Zhang Chi grabbed a handful and put it in his hand, then handed one to his grandma.
"You can eat, I'm busy here."
The old lady said this, but the small fruit in the eldest grandson's hand came to his mouth, and he naturally opened his mouth to eat.
"Milk, this much is enough, isn't it?" Zhang Chi pinched one himself and put it in his mouth.
The old lady said: "I haven't made much of it. Not many people eat it now, and some people find it objectionable, so I made two or three kilograms. I made a lot of this thing, but I can't eat it yet. Wait.
It’ll be done in a moment.”
Zhang Chi stretched his head and took a look, and found that there was also a basket of finger fruits. With such a name, of course it couldn't be that they had fingers. That would be too scary.
It's called finger fruit because it's as thick as a finger and almost as long.
This thing is much more delicious than fried small fruits, and the texture is much richer. The small fruits are crispy and sweet. The outer shell of this thing is crispy and sweet, but the inside is soft. It is not only pineapple, but also
Special fragrance.
Of course, the production method is also more complicated than what is mentioned above. Not to mention anything else, the noodles used for the inner and outer layers must be separated and combined.
Zhang Chi was eating and listening to grandma talking.
"Few people make this now. Even the ones bought on the street are all made by machines and are not as delicious as those made by hand. In the past, the daughter-in-law of that family would make it, and she would take it out when offering sacrifices to ancestors during the Chinese New Year.
The offering table is filled with six-color fruits, eight-color fruits, plus some meat, it will be a lively event.
Nowadays, ancestors are no longer worshiped, and these crafts are gradually becoming less and less popular..."
The old lady would say these words again every time she made this thing. Zhang Chi was not annoyed or bored. He listened honestly to what grandma had to say every time.
Sometimes the old lady was very interested in talking, and she would talk about Grandpa Zhang Chi, his wife and grandfather, and how to marry into the family.
Zhang Chi was listening with great interest when his sister Zhang Juan walked in.
After coming in, I went straight to the small basin, grabbed a handful of small fruits, put them in my hand, and listened to the old lady telling stories while squeezing them into my mouth.
"Mom, I can almost recite your story. Let's change it and tell us about our great-grandfather," Zhang Juan said with a smile.
The old lady didn't want to talk to her granddaughter. After talking for more than a minute, she lost interest and kicked Zhang Chi and Zhang Juan out of the kitchen.
Just as Zhang Chi was about to reach the door, he heard his grandma's voice coming from behind him.
"Dachi, give this to Xiaomei, she will definitely like it."
Zhang Chi went over and found a small plate of finger fruit. There was a layer of white frosting sugar stuck to the freshly made finger fruit. In addition to the frosting sugar, there was also some white powder like fried noodles. This thing is delicious.
It is also sweet in the mouth, but this sweetness is different from the sweetness of frosting sugar.
Carrying the things to Melika's side, Zhang Chi put the things down. He wanted to reach out and take one to taste, but he heard his brother-in-law's voice.
"Zhang Chi!"
Zhang Chi looked up and found that his brother-in-law was at the door of the tool shed, shouting at the top of his lungs. If it hadn't been for the light rain that made no noise, Zhang Chi might not have been able to hear his brother-in-law's shouts.
"What's up?"
Zhang Chi asked loudly.
Sun Yanping did not answer, but waved at Zhang Chi, clearly indicating that he should come over.
Zhang Chi didn't want to go there, mainly because it was raining now, so Zhang Chi had to put on rain boots, ponchos, etc., which was quite troublesome.
"Sister, is your husband recovering from his injuries?" Zhang Chi looked at his brother-in-law and said.
Zhang Juan said: "That's almost it. I just got bitten by a snake. Why do I have to raise him for several years? Just go over when your brother-in-law calls you. Maybe he wants to mess with something and asks you to come over and help."
Zhang Chi grabbed three or four finger fruit and went back to the house. When he came out again, he had already changed his clothes.
Just as I was about to walk into the rain, I was stopped by my grandma again.
"Bring this thing with you and let your brother-in-law taste it. There are two different flavors: hot and cold." Miao Guifang said and put a pot of finger fruit into her grandson's hand along with the pot.
Zhang Chi said: "Come back to eat?"
"Send it over, I don't know how long it will take." Miao Guifang said and turned back to the kitchen to continue working.
Zhang Chi hid the basin under his poncho and ran all the way to the tool shed.
After taking out his things, he untied his raincoat and hung it at the door. Zhang Chi held the basin and began to eat the finger fruit.
"what do you think?"
Before Zhang Chi could sit down, Sun Yanping took out something and showed it to Zhang Chi.
Zhang Chi took a look and couldn't help but admire him. To be honest, he really felt that his brother-in-law was a bit overqualified as a civil servant. Look at his skills.
What Sun Yanping took out was a board with some figures and patterns carved on it.
Zhang Chi has no appreciation for any art. Judging from his level, the characters must be similar and the patterns must be beautiful. It is obvious that Sun Yanping's craftsmanship fully satisfies his brother-in-law's aesthetics.
"Okay, brother-in-law, you really can't do this!"
Zhang Chi put down the finger fruit in his hand, took the fruit from his brother-in-law and looked at it carefully.
Sun Yanping was extremely polite and said to his brother-in-law: "Actually, it's nothing. The main thing is that the tools you have here are so complete. I'll first throw the figures on the board, and then slowly carve them with a knife. As long as
If you’re not too stupid, it wouldn’t be too difficult to carve it out like this…”.
Sun Yanping was not very satisfied with his craftsmanship, but he had no time. If he waited any longer, he would have to return to China.
"Okay, okay, it's pretty good, why don't you start doing it?" Zhang Chi said.
Now that my brother-in-law has the skills and has already obtained his own materials, what are you waiting for?
"The materials are too expensive, I'm afraid," Sun Yanping said.
Zhang Chi said: "You don't have to worry about the materials. We have some leftover materials anyway. If you really can't make up your mind, just leave them empty for now."
Sun Yanping said: "Then what can I do?"
"Let's do it, let's do it." Zhang Chi put the board in his hand aside and picked up the pot of finger fruit again. While eating, he looked at his brother-in-law who was immersed in the wood.
Looking at his brother-in-law, Zhang Chi didn't know what to say for a while. Sun Yanping was very devoted now, and you could feel his concentration at a glance. But when Zhang Chi thought of his brother-in-law, working as if he was fishing, he became confused.
I feel a bit incomprehensible.
Sun Yanping was very serious about writing and drawing on the materials, so serious that he had to measure the length of each piece of material again and again. Zhang Chi, who watched this for a while, became a little bored after eating the finger fruit.