77. Hams from the pasture

Marlon hurried down the cellar to pick up the legendary Iberian ham.

Potter's face was so gloomy that he didn't dare to look at him.

Chen Song knew that he was distressed.

Goble also knew, so he said, "It's just a ham, Pastero, look at you like this, it's really contemptible, are you still a gentleman?"

Potter smiled bleakly, "Yes, it's just a ham, but have you ever eaten it?"

Chen Song nodded and said, "Of course, I've eaten a lot." I have always liked to eat ham since I was a child, and I started eating ham sausages, and then I ate big ham when the conditions were good. ”

Gobble was quite envious: "What kind of conditions is this in your house?

Marlon staggered up from the cellar, carrying a large dried pork leg in his hand.

Chen Song was stunned for a moment: "Oh, Iberian ham is like this, it's the same as Jinhua ham in our country." ”

I've never eaten this before.

This ham is very large, not in good condition, and is preserved with the flesh and skin, and the skin is grayish-brown, wrinkled from drying, and even has black trotters.

Fortunately, there is no hair, Chen Song can't eat things with hair, of course, the food here is eating in the real sense, just the mouth does not count.

Of course, the over-the-mouth here refers to toothbrushes and the like.

The ham had been cut and eaten, and there was a crescent-shaped leak in the hind leg, revealing the red and white flesh inside.

Goble rubbed his hands together and said, "This is Iberian ham? It's so cool, guys, I can't wait." ”

Chen Song handed him a piece of paper.

Goble pushed it away: "I'm not a toilet, do I eat paper?"

Chen Song: "No, let you wipe the saliva from the corners of your mouth." ”

Potter took the ham and said, "I'll cut the ham slices, Marlon, you go buy some bread and come back." Oh, it's not about buying more, it's about buying more!

He said this sentence by looking at Goble, Chen Song nodded, it is true that he has to buy more bread, otherwise this pork leg will not be enough for Goble.

Marlon asked, "Are you asking me to drive a knight?"

Potter smiled, "Guess what?"

"Yes. ”

"Guess again. ”

Ma Long went to push a small motorcycle out with an expressionless face, like a pedal, which did not match his temperament, and he rode very reluctantly.

Chen Song gave him the warrior's car keys: "Let's drive a pickup truck, let's go together, I just want to buy some bread." ”

The friendship of men is very strange, Chen Song generously borrowed the car keys once, and Ma Long had a good impression of him.

There were many bakeries in Selfoss, and they chose the largest one, which happened to be just northwest of the town, very close across the ranch.

There are bread hanging in the bakery, bread in boxes, bread in glass cabinets, and bread waiting to be baked in the oven, and the smell of bread is everywhere within a kilometer radius.

Chen Song wants to buy bread and give it to Shimenzhai, it stands to reason that from the perspective of controlling people's hearts, he can't send so many things to Shimenzhai, as long as he occasionally sends some flour or even corn flour, bran and the like, etc., he has to keep them hungry, so that he can be better controlled by him, and help him go out to the village and city to find gold, silver and jewelry.

But he can't do this kind of thing, Chen Song is just an ordinary young man with no skills and only a little kindness, Shimenzhai gave him tens of millions of gold tools, and he can't bear to let the villagers be in famine anymore.

In one go, he bought fifty pounds of baguettes, which tasted the worst, but it was the most satisfying food, and it was a delicacy for the villagers in the famine.

Seeing him buy so many baguettes, Malone was shocked: "How much do you love bread? Are you a bread man?"

Chen Song smiled slightly, not explaining too much.

They returned to the ranch with two baskets of bread, and Potter was in the dining room dissecting the ham with a long ruler-shaped knife and cutting off the slices.

Goble said heroically: "Don't be so troublesome, just nibble and eat one by one." ”

Potter pulled his face and said, "This ham is for you to eat, it's really a waste!"

"If you don't give us food, who will you give it to?"

Potter sighed, "I was going to sell it when I was short of money, but it was made of a black pig that grew up in an oak forest full of cork oaks, oaks, and pastures, and it grew up eating the scent of hazelnuts, and it was of great value!"

"How big?"

"Ten pieces can sell for 100,000 kroner, understand?"

Goble grinned: "Then I will probably eat ten million kroner of ham today." ”

Potter's wrist shook as he heard this.

Potter cut the ham into pieces as thin as paper, and after laying them on the porcelain plate one by one, you can see the white porcelain underneath through the red and white slices of meat.

He is very proud of this: "I learned how to cut ham when I was a teenager. ”

Chen Song wanted to give him a hand, but Ma Long stopped him and shook his head: "Pastrow has good cooking skills, and he enjoys the process of cooking." ”

"Yes, you go and wait. Potter waved.

Lunch was on the river cliffs, and Goble put away his parasols and let the sun shine unchecked.

By the end of February, Selfoss is already getting warmer, and it's the warmest place in Iceland after all.

Plates of sliced ham were served, accompanied by baskets of bread, and Potter told Gobble, "You must eat it between the breads." ”

Goble said, "Okay. ”

Potter was a really good cook, and a ham played tricks on his hands, and he made a thick soup with soybeans, chicken, and ham, and the umami flavor was delicious.

He also put the cut ham in the oven to dehydrate it, and then sprinkled it with a layer of fine salt to make a horse chicken for the ham, which is red and white and elegant.

In addition, he made a salad with cucumbers, tomatoes, corn kernels, snow peas, etc., and, of course, small slices of ham.

Finally, he brought a dessert, also made of ham, that is, a piece of ham folded on top of a piece of cantaloupe, seeing this, Chen Song thought about it, and said that he gave this dish a very apt Chinese name: "Tianxian pairing." ”

The three of them couldn't understand it, so Chen Song first told them that Tianxian Pei and Sweet and Salty Pei were pronounced the same in Chinese, and then told them the legend of Tianxian Pei.

After listening to this, Potter happily raised his wine glass and said, "Ha, Mr. Chen, there is no waste of ham for you to eat, you are worthy of this pig, and the two of them are not worthy." ”

Chen Song didn't know whether to express joy or sadness.

Goble didn't care, he drank the beer from the cup in one gulp: "Can you eat?"

Potter said sadly, "How could I have known you as a bucket brother?"

That being said, he definitely regarded Goble as a true brother, otherwise he would not have given up the precious Iberian ham, and if only Chen Song came to buy the gun, people would not even care about him for lunch.

Goble took a large piece of bread in his hand, and Potter taught him, "You break it in a flat layer and put the ham slices in it......"

"I don't need you to say it, I know. Goble broke the bread and stuffed it with a plate of sliced ham.

"A slice of ham is all it takes!"

"No, no!"

Potter exclaimed, "From this day forward, you are no longer my brother!"