Hearing Zeng Gong say this, Joseph couldn't wait, "National Geographic" has his friend, interviewed in Qinglian Ranch for several consecutive issues, and admired the food here, and introduced Joseph, who was full of curiosity, came here.

"Mr. Joseph, it's really not the right time for you to come, it's not a good choice to go there when it's raining, why don't you go there, let's prepare a mushroom feast in the evening, how about staying and participating, if the weather is sunny tomorrow, how about I take you to visit Qinglian Ranch?" Zeng Gong shook his head, when it rained, he would rather enjoy the heavy moisture in Yunmengze or fish in a certain stream or a certain river than go there.

When Joseph heard this, he didn't feel a little embarrassed, he also found that he had come at a bad time, but it was no wonder that he was still in Livingston, a few steps away, and the sun was still shining, and only the Qinglian Ranch was raining around, and he couldn't help but think of what his friend said to him, the Qinglian Ranch was really a magical place.

"Can I really participate?" Zeng Gong couldn't help but be a little flattered to hear that he was going to invite him to the dinner party in the evening, which was just the right time to learn more about the ingredients of Qinglian Ranch and satisfy the appetite of a foodie, when he came to Livingston yesterday, he enjoyed a bit of Rocky Mountain oysters.

"Of course, there are more people. Zeng Gong was sure that he had come from Boston, and he felt that this Joseph was very sincere, and it was no surprise that he would become a steady client of his.

"Thank you so much. Joseph said with a bang, looking forward to the dinner and enjoying the food in the evening. His friend revealed that the food Zeng Gong said was also full of expectations for him.

Zeng Gong waved his hand. His purpose in doing this is to push out the dǐng-level ingredients of Qinglian Ranch, so that gourmets all over the world know that the dǐng-level ingredients are here. Only a restaurant with ingredients from Qinglian Ranch can be considered a dǐng-level restaurant, and it is a place of pilgrimage.

Under Joseph's repeated pleading, Zeng Gong could only take out a part of Qinglian coffee from his own portion and give it to him, and then signaled that he could go to the ranch with Davis, the ranch in the rain was definitely not intoxicating, and he himself wanted to arrange a mushroom banquet in the evening, so he didn't have time to talk to him.

Joseph chose to say with Dai ¥≤dǐng¥≤diǎn¥≤ small ¥≤ .@.△os_); As Vis walked around, he needed to get a full understanding of Qinglian Ranch. Whether or not the origin of a dǐng-level ingredient is very important to the operators of dǐng-level restaurants, and sometimes even related to their status in the food world.

The continuous drizzle of Qinglian Ranch has the taste of the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and the misty smoke waves, Joseph feels as if he has come to a fairy tale world, and the visit to Wèn is not a pasture at all, clusters of hyacinths, lavender, sage, beauty cherry, etc. are unrestrained in the vast grassland. They seem to be contaminated with the arrogance of the Northwest, but in Joseph's eyes, they have a different taste.

"Mr. Davis, are you sure this is not a garden but a pasture?" Sniffing the delicate and bewitching aroma that permeated his surroundings, Joseph felt that he was already drunk. I couldn't help but ask.

"Why not, don't you feel good and comfortable working in such an environment? Do you smell the air here exuding an elegant aroma? It is said that although the air in Montana is fresh, there is a strong smell of cow dung, mainly because he did not come to Qinglian Ranch. Davis said proudly, pointing to the wild sea of flowers that surrounded him.

Davis said. Joseph involuntarily sniffed the fragrant air, and immediately thought so. Sure enough, as Davis said, the air here seems to have been purified, and it is different from the surrounding places, and I have a little more hope in my heart.

"Mr. Davis, I want to see the herd, I wonder where they are?" said Joseph suddenly, remembering that his friend had told him that the cattle here were the best in the world, and that there was a taste of Piflo that was more delicious than the expensive Kobe Wagyu, and that even the Angus cattle were not inferior.

"Hehe, Mr. Joseph, would you like to see the cows, but it's a long way from here, because the herd has been forced to migrate because of the large number of mushrooms that have been found. Davis carefully controlled the quartma under him, hesitated and explained.

"Migration?" Joseph was disappointed, if the road was too far, the muddy and slippery grass was a big challenge for the Quarter horses, they were born tall and explosive, but they were not as good at climbing mountain roads and the dwarf Mongolian horses as they were so balanced that they would flip on their backs and break their legs.

Davis diǎndiǎn head, a large number of mushrooms appeared here, because it is not clear whether it is poisonous or not, they also have to migrate to avoid losses, after all, there are very few mushrooms in Montana, and they, the grazing cowboys, can't tell what kind of mushrooms are poisonous, except for some common species.

"The mushrooms are not far from here. Joseph decisively gave up observing the herd, and the subject became the mushrooms, who were the protagonists of the dinner today.

"Let's just cross that little bridge. Davis pointed to a small wooden bridge not far away and said to Joseph.

Joseph looked at it, and sure enough, a small wooden bridge that could only accommodate one horse appeared in front of him, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, is this a grazing belt?

"Huh. Davis looked at Joseph's appearance, smiled, and pointed to the narrow surface of the river and explained: "The creek is shallow, the cattle can wade through it, and the wooden bridge is for us to walk, and we usually cross the creek when we ride horses." ”

Sure enough, Joseph followed Davis to the stream, and found that the stream was very slow, and the shallow water seemed to be less than half a meter deep, and some lively little fish were swimming happily under the water, occasionally revealing the water and spitting a string of bubbles, and sinking to the bottom alertly at the slightest movement.

"Did Mr. Joseph see that hill, the mushroom we found was there. Crossing the wooden bridge, Davis took the reins and pointed to an inconspicuous-looking hill ahead.

The abundant water and grass, the scattered shadows of the trees, and the gentle terrain are simply a paradise for cattle and sheep, and Joseph thinks that grazing here must be very good, and the cattle raised here are absolutely delicious.

"And what are we waiting for?" said Joseph, squeezing the horse's belly lightly, a little impatiently. (To be continued.) )