"Hello Sanders. Liao Fan responded stupidly, he was still obsessed with Zeng Gong's shooting skills, and the shotgun at a distance of 100 meters was not reluctant, which made him feel shocked.

"Hehe, Liao, in fact, you don't have to be discouraged, Zeng's marksmanship is not comparable even to those of us who have touched the gun all our lives, he has a strong talent in marksmanship, if it is the era of western development, he is definitely the number one cowboy active in the western United States. Sanders shook his head amusedly, then said with emotion.

Liao Fan smiled wryly and didn't say anything, letting him see that Barrett in his hand was actually a little unhappy, and he didn't continue to practice*, and looked at Zeng Gong with an inquiring gaze.

"Look what I'm going to do, I'm willing to keep shooting here, let's keep shooting, or we'll go back to breakfast? I haven't had breakfast in a long time. Zeng Gong shrugged his shoulders and looked indifferent.

"Forget it, let's go back, your sister-in-law should be in a hurry, but don't fool me with yesterday's pizza, I have to try the authentic food here." Liao Fan said happily, he had already been hit by Zeng Gong's marksmanship, and it took a lot of courage to practice marksmanship in front of him.

"Why, didn't we come back late yesterday? Zeng Gong said curtly, and couldn't help but secretly exclaim in his heart, fortunately, he had been prepared, otherwise his ears would be annoying.

Zeng Gong didn't lie, in fact, in the morning, Zeng Gong asked Sanders to order a meal in Livingston, although it was a little simple but it was still a fairly rich breakfast, thick borscht can relieve the trouble of Montana's cold weather, and a cup of hot cocoa is an excellent match.

Montana's steaks are even more famous. There are more cattle than people, and the amazing 12:1 makes for an all-natural Angus steak, which is not as expensive as Japanese Kobe beef, but it is definitely a top treat. And it is fried, the more raw it is, the more delicious it is, Zeng Gong himself can only eat six ripe, in order to take care of Liao Fan's taste, he asked for eight ripe steaks, because there is no fully cooked here.

This is followed by a simple plate of fried eggs with bacon and sausage, garnished with a few vegetable leaves. The typical American family breakfast has taken shape, and although Zeng Gong, who occasionally cooks, has become accustomed to the simplicity and nutrition of the American breakfast, but think about it, the breakfast culture in China is not so rich, at least in the north.

"I said, third child, you will entertain us with these?" Liao Fan couldn't help but widen his eyes as he looked at the food on the table, full of questioning.

"Why don't you like to eat? It's just me every day, Lao Mei's breakfast is basically like this, do you know if you follow the local customs? I don't like to eat and pull down, I don't serve anymore. Zeng Gong's eyes widened, and he retorted-for-tat, saying that he was going to take Liao Fan's share.

"Wait. Liao Fan blocked Zeng Gong's outstretched hand and said, "This is my breakfast, you don't have the right to touch it." ”

"Hmph, it's cheap. I originally wanted to kill a nettle pig today, but it seems that it is completely unnecessary. Zeng Gong snorted coldly and sat down. Squinting his eyes, he said sinisterly.

"What kind of bracken nettle pig? Don't, I'm just good at this, but it's a pity that it's hard to eat bracken nettle pig even if it is burned in Tibet, but I heard that Qian Hui's kid got you a lot, and it is said that there are yellow sheep." Liao Fan was immediately anxious when he heard this, and stared at Zeng Gong with a blowing beard.

"Why, boss, do you know about the nettle pig too?" Zeng Gong asked in surprise. Although the nettle pig has been very famous since Princess Wencheng, it is a local pig breed after all. As we all know, Jin and Hua ham are delicious, but there are a few people who know that they are black.

"Nonsense. Lao Tzu ate this kind of pig n years ago, but the pure natural bracken nettle pig in China is not easy to see, I didn't expect Qian Hui's kid to get you a batch of bracken nettle pig, that is, I want to leave one or two to taste, he just doesn't agree, it's just angry with me. Liao Fan's eyes were a little depressed, and when he thought of Qian Hui's villain's appearance, he hated it a little.

"Hehe, if it weren't for Lady Mary, they thought that the two sexes of the bracken nettle pig were not good enough, and you wouldn't be able to eat the bracken nettle pig, you should remember to thank the people at night, as for the yellow sheep, don't think about it for the time being, if you can get me a spine ginseng, I will consider the yellow sheep for you to eat enough." Zeng Gong shook his head with a smile and said.

"Shangdang ginseng?" Liao Fan suddenly breathed sluggishly, looked at Zeng Gong with wide eyes, and then said excitedly: "You can figure it out, Shangdang ginseng is not a garden ginseng from the rotten street, nor is it a codonopsis, that thing has long been extinct, okay, Nima, where do you want me to get it?"

"Gotcha, gotcha, boss, don't get excited, no, since it's extinct, let's not worry about it, but those yellow sheep won't be able to eat until you come to the pasture next year." Zeng Gong said regretfully.

"Hmph. Liao Fan snorted coldly and accepted the simple American breakfast, drank a sip of delicious borscht, and then picked up the slices of bread placed next to him, and sandwiched the omelette, sausage, bacon and Angus steak directly together, making it look like a hamburger and like a meat bun, which is simply nondescript, Lu Xin next to him blushed slightly and pushed him a few times to no avail, Liao Fan still went his own way, and the meat bun-style burger was eaten with relish.

"It's okay, just treat the third place as your own home, if you restrain yourself, he's not happy, isn't it, the third child. Liao Fan took a bite of the meat sandwich hamburger fiercely, and ate it without any image at all, and persuaded Lu Xin vaguely that he was not close to the rich second generation of nobles cultivated by the local tyrants and goldmen in Jin Province.

"That's right, sister-in-law, this is the same as your own home. Zeng Gong looked at Liao Fan's appearance, smiled wryly, and then said embarrassedly.

"What do you think, Xin'er? I said that the third child is a sincere person, let's be kind. Looking at Zeng Gong's appearance, Liao Fan nodded with satisfaction, and then said matter-of-factly: "Third child, your steak here is really good, this meat quality, this taste, even the Kobe beef of Little Japan is nothing more than that." ”

"Have you ever eaten Kobe beef?" Zeng Gong's eyes lit up and asked excitedly.

"Of course, the delicacies of the mountains and the sea, the eight treasures on the top, the eight treasures on the bottom, Lao Tzu was tired of eating when he was a child. Liao Fan pulled out his chest and said proudly.

"What about the B.C. spotted abalone?" Zeng Gong said suddenly. (To be continued)