Zhang Guanghang went back to the house to sleep as he did yesterday, and wrote his homework after waking up. The only difference is that the time for him to write his homework this time is relatively short, probably only writing for more than half an hour before sneaking into the kitchen again.

Shamuqi had already figured it out, and he had set up a campfire like a picnic on the flat road outside the kitchen, and was baking cakes like roasted meat.

Real scones.

The bonfire was very large, but the fire burned very small, only a small cluster of faint flames swaying in the wind, looking weak and pitiful and helpless. Jiang Feng could judge from the scattered firewood on the side that was obviously pulled out, such a small fire should have been deliberately controlled by Xia Muqi.

Xia Muqi sat on a low bench, leaning forward, grasping the thick-skinned cake with both hands, staring at the bread in his hand, letting the cake move a little on the flame and roast slowly.

"Master. Zhang Guanghang shouted.

Xia Muqi noticed Zhang Guanghang and gave him a look, and soon his gaze returned to the cake: "Homework finished?"

"I'm done. ”

"That's right, you go to the photo studio and get the photos. Xia Muqi commanded, leaned up and moved the bench under his buttocks, changed directions, and then baked the cake with difficulty.

"Master. Zhang Guanghang felt that the thing Xia Muli was holding in his hand was a pie, not a pie, and his intuition told him that the scones were not baked like this, "Is the scone baked like this?"

Jiang Feng felt that Xia Muqi rolled his eyes, maybe he wanted to roll his eyes, this idea was noticed by Jiang Feng, so he felt that he had rolled over.

"I want to use a pot to roast, what kind of pie do you want so big, and the skin is so thick, how to bake it in a pot?"

"I told you last year to buy you an oven, but you said it didn't work. Zhang Guanghang expressed his grievances.

"That thing is so expensive, thousands of dollars, why should I buy it?" said Xia Muqi angrily.

"When I went to the department store the day before yesterday, I saw that the price of the oven had dropped. ”

Shamuqi: ......

"It's useless to reduce the price, why buy that thing?" Xia Muqi waved his hand at Zhang Guanghang, signaling him to hurry up and get the photo in the photo studio.

Zhang Guanghang saw that he failed to sell Amway, so he could only give up obediently and go to get the photo, but he was stopped by Xia Muqi after walking two steps.

"The oven, is it really that good?"

Jiang Feng: ?

Zhang Guanghang: !!

"It's so easy to use, Master is really very easy to use, if you buy an oven, you don't have to sit here and use the fire like now......"

"Go get the photos. ”

"Oh. ”

Zhang Guanghang walked towards the photo studio.

Fen Garden is actually not far from the photo studio, and it is a detour from the vegetable market this morning, and it only takes 20 minutes to get there if you go straight.

The photo studio is still the same as it was in the morning, with old signs, listless owners sitting at the door waiting for business, no customers, no legendary makeup artists, only a few clean but old styles with nothing new, and clothes that look quite old and look like they are hanging quietly in the store.

The boss still remembered Zhang Guanghang, and when he saw him coming, he took the initiative to help her get the photo without waiting for Zhang Guanghang to speak.

"Here, here's a picture you and your grandfather took this morning, put it away. This photo is very good, it feels very good, next time you and your grandfather still want to take pictures, remember to come to my house. "The owner is enthusiastic and tries to get potential repeat customers for himself who don't know if they will come.

Zhang Guanghang took the photo and stood outside the photo studio staring at the photo in the summer sun, and Jiang Feng also stepped forward to look at it together.

Actually, the boss is not wrong, this photo is really very feeling.

An old man with a serious face in dark clothes and a mixed-race blonde boy with a sweet smile in a colorful and green local style, one old and one young, sitting and standing, is inexplicably harmonious and inexplicably feels in this photo. Jiang Feng felt that if this was a black and white photo and a little older, it would definitely be on the textbook.

Jiang Feng noticed that Zhang Guanghang had been staring at Xia Muqi's hand in the photo.

Following his gaze, Jiang Feng was surprised to find that Xia Muqi's hand was actually clenched into a small fist because he was too nervous, and he put it on his lap in a posture that seemed natural, but was actually very uncomfortable.

This kind of small detail can't be seen at all if you don't look closely.

Zhang Guanghang stared at the photo for a long time, and then turned back to the owner of the photo studio and said: "Thank you, boss, I think this photo is very good, I will definitely come to you next time I take a picture." ”

Hearing Zhang Guanghang say this, the boss was very happy, and he couldn't wait to take out some advanced equipment to record Zhang Guanghang's paragraph, put a TV set at the door of the store and play it in a loop, proving that his photography skills are awesome, and foreign friends said that they were good after taking pictures.

Zhang Guanghang left the photo studio.

After leaving the photo studio, he did not go back to Fenyuan as soon as possible, but took a detour to the store that looked good, like a grocery store and not like a grocery store, and bought a jar of strawberry jam.

After returning to Fenyuan, Zhang Guanghang did not go straight to the back kitchen for the first time, but deliberately avoided the back kitchen and walked towards his room. After returning to the room, Zhang Guanghang put the jam on the desk, and the photo was also put on the desk, turned it over and the back was up, picked up the gel pen and was about to write behind the photo.

Seeing that the tip of the pen was about to fall on the photo, Zhang Guanghang's hand stopped again, put down the pen, rummaged through the cabinet, and turned out a very delicate fountain pen that was expensive at first glance.

After pouring ink into the pen and trying to write normally, Zhang Guanghang picked up the pen again and wrote a sentence on the photo.

Avoir chaque anniversaire avec mon grand-père.

Jiang Feng didn't understand, he had been in his memory for so long, and the buff of the Safro chicken had long passed.

After finishing writing, Zhang Guanghang picked up the photo, blew a few breaths and let it dry for a while, waiting for the ink to dry, then put the photo in his pocket, picked up the jam, and trotted towards the kitchen.

Shamula's apple pie is ready.

It's just that this apple pie doesn't look much like an apple pie.

If he had to say it, Jiang Feng would like to call it a work of art.

may be because Zhang Guanghang's description was not very specific before, which made Xia Muqi have a wrong impression of the appearance of the apple pie, and mistakenly thought that the top of the apple pie was a knife flower, so Xia Muqi used a knife to open the knife flower on the surface after baking this thick-crusted scone with apple filling.

It's not the ugly stripes that children cut and chop on the pie, it's the kind of knife flowers that look really good-looking like a fruit platter.

Jiang Feng was stupid when he saw this apple pie.

Zhang Guanghang was also stupid.

Xia Muqi looked at Zhang Guanghang's expression and thought that his apple pie was very successful and excellent, so he looked stupid at the young apprentice, and even a little complacent.

"Actually, it's not that difficult to do anything, you can do it without an oven, and you don't need to buy an oven at all. Xia Muqi said indifferently, and rubbed his sore wrist carelessly.

Zhang Guanghang: ......

Seeing that Zhang Guanghang didn't speak for a long time, Xia Muqi felt that something was wrong, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"No problem, Master, your apple pie is so good, I have never seen such a beautiful apple pie. ”

Xia Muqi was satisfied.

"How do you eat this thing, do you grab it or cut it open?" asked Xia Muqi.

"Cut it open and eat, but before you eat, Master, wait a minute, I want to write a few words on it. Zhang Guanghang then remembered what he was going to do, put the jam on the table, and went to the kitchen to find a small spoon.

Then Zhang Guanghang began to dip the bottom of the spoon in the jam and slowly traced the pie. In fact, if you want to write on it, it is more convenient to use a piping bag, but Zhang Guanghang didn't expect this layer, or maybe he originally thought of it but was so amazed by Xia Muqi's pie that he forgot it directly.

Because Xia Muqi intimately opened a good-looking knife flower on the pie, it became particularly difficult for Zhang Guanghang's tracing at the bottom of the spoon, and the words described were also extremely abstract, and it was basically impossible to see what the words were. It wasn't until Zhang Guanghang finished writing thoroughly that Xia Muqi barely recognized that these four words should be happy birthday.

Xia Muqi, who recognized these four words, was stunned.

Seeing that Xia Muqi recognized it, Zhang Guanghang showed a happy smile, moved the pie towards Xia Muqi, took out the photo from his pocket and put it on the table.

"Happy birthday, Master. ”

Xia Muqi didn't expect Zhang Guanghang to want to eat pie and take pictures for his birthday, he didn't know what to say for a while, he looked a little at a loss, and even a little shy, but he couldn't show it in front of his apprentices, so he could only force the expression on his face to be indifferent and serious.

It's a pity that his hand betrayed him.

"What are you doing with all this nonsense? Didn't you say this pie was cut open and eaten? I'm going to get a knife and cut it. After saying that, Xia Muqi went to look for the knife.

A large sharp kitchen knife, a few clean and powerful knives, in a few breaths, the pie on the table, which is called the birthday cake, was cut into several portions, just like the birthday cake.

Removing the appearance that doesn't look like a pie, this pie of Xia Muqi is actually quite good.

When he cut the first knife, the apple filling inside couldn't wait to drip down the knife, thick and sticky, and steaming, like a jam waterfall gushing out.

If this scene is made into a GIF and posted on Moments late at night, it is estimated that it will be blocked by many friends.

Zhang Guanghang wanted to say something more to celebrate Xia Muqi's birthday, but he was gagged by a piece of pie that was still dripping apple sauce handed by Xia Muqi, and he ate it while exhaling, obviously it tasted quite good.

No child will refuse sweets.

Especially the sweets made by Shamuro.

Xia Muqi himself cut a very small piece, most of which was a pie crust, only a little jam, and chewed it carefully in his hand, and ate it slowly.

The crust baked slowly over low heat will not be crispy on the outside and tender on the inside like a real pie, and it will taste soft. The crust of this pie made by Xia Muqi is more like a scone, or the kind with a thick crust, and the aroma of the wheat is baked evenly and slowly over low heat, which is very chewy.

This makes it difficult to eat with his teeth.

Just when Xia Muqi was chewing the flatbread with difficulty, he suddenly figured out the taste.

No, today is his birthday, Zhang Guanghang celebrates his birthday, why did he spend his money on taking photos, and the pie was also made by himself.

Who's having a birthday?

Xia Muqi thought so and said so.

"It's my birthday today, why did I make this pie, and I paid for the photos?" Xia Muqi looked at Zhang Guanghang, who had already eaten half of the jam.

Zhang Guanghang smiled at Xia Muqi, in fact, this smile itself is good, but with the jam on his half face, it looks a little silly.

"Originally, I wanted to make a pie for Master, but we don't have an oven in our kitchen. ”

Xia Muqi looked at Zhang Guanghang angrily, and felt that he had lost a lot today, so he reached out and took out a handkerchief from Zhang Guanghang's pocket, which was not gentle, and even wiped it on his face a little rudely, wiping off half of the jam on his face.

"You're thirteen years old, and you're still eating a little bit like the previous two years, and you're not too hot. ”

The pitch of the word hot is exceptionally high.

The fog rose, and Jiang Feng began to gradually lose sight of everything around him.

He looked at Zhang Guanghang until he couldn't see the smile on his face.

The young man's laughter.

Jiang Feng left the memory.