Zheng Bohong held the plate, forked up a piece of roast beef with a fork and put it in his mouth, and slowly tasted it, I have to say that Zhang Chi's barbecue level is more refined than before, the barbecue was learned from the uncle, and now with the American barbecue technique learned from Amber Town, the whole veal roast is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, the fork is gently pressed on the meat, and the transparent beef juice flows down.

Usually juicy beef is also greasy, because this juice is fat to put it bluntly, but the beef raised by Zhang Chi is not as greasy as ordinary beef, not only is it not greasy, but it also has a unique grass fragrance.

Last year's beef didn't have this taste, and Zhang Chi didn't know if the gourd pulp had been raised for too long, or how it dripped off, and the beef at home was getting better and better.

"I'll give you full marks for this beef" Zheng Bohong swallowed all the beef in his mouth and stretched out his thumb at Zhang Chi.

Zhao Yue also nodded: "This meat has a special fragrance, is there any seasoning added?" ”

Zhang Chi said: "The cattle are well raised, and they have little to do with the material."

"No wonder Merika said that your beef is delicious, sure enough," Duan Shuyi also nodded.

The three of them are not the ones who eat in the gap, and the beef they have eaten so far has gone to the sea, but today this beef really makes them feel very special.

Suddenly, Zhao Yue said: "This beef must be delicious if it is used to make dumplings."

Zhang Chi said with a smile: "If you want to eat dumplings, let's make dumplings, anyway, there will be nothing to do after watching the horse race tomorrow, and we will make dumplings when we come back." Merica, do you have flour at home? ”

Merica nodded, "Of course there is."

"Don't talk about it, I'll come back tomorrow at noon to make dumplings," Zhang Chi said with a smile.

Zheng Bohong said: "Okay, it's decided, come back at noon tomorrow and everyone will do it together." Seriously, I really didn't expect this beef to be so good, I kind of want to ship this beef to China, Zhang Chi, it's okay for this thing to pass the inspection, right? ”

"It's definitely no problem, but I don't produce much here, and there are only more than 1,000 cows in the pasture now, and most of them are cows, so I can't store a year's worth of them at once."

The situation Zhang Chi said was very objective.

A lot of beef in the United States is fed with clenbuterol, this is not Zhang Chi's nonsense, not to mention beef, pigs are also fed, within a certain amount, this thing is not illegal in the United States, but it is no longer allowed to add this thing in China.

Moreover, the inspection of imported meat has also been very strict in recent years.

In terms of meat quality, it can be said that China is much stricter than the United States.

"It's too little," Zheng Bohong was a little disappointed.

If nothing else, how much beef can there be after a thousand cows are slaughtered? After this pass, it will be cumbersome to do all kinds of messy things for qualifications.

Zhao Yue said: "You don't raise more."

"Eldest sister, my ranch is only more than 500 acres, how can I raise it? You can't ride a bull," Zhang Chi said with a wry smile.

"Why don't we give you some money?" Duan Shuyi said.

Zhang Chi hurriedly waved his hand when he heard this: "Forget it, I don't want to have any financial dealings with my friends, don't make it unpleasant when the time comes."

Reach into your own ranch?

Zhang Chicai doesn't do it, now you can make as much money as you want, and you have to accept other people's opinions to accept other people's investment, no one wants to make irresponsible remarks about your own ranch, you can make money slowly, and you can buy land slowly.

Letting people come in and invest money can make a lot of money quickly, but if Zhang Chi wants to make quick money and make a lot of money, isn't it better to do illegal things? Why do you need the money of Zhao Yue and others.

Is money a good thing? Of course it's good, but Zhang Chi is even more unhappy that someone will point fingers at him.

Merica changed the topic at this time: "How far can your horse run now?" ”

Zhang Chi replied: "I don't know."

Merika was a little speechless at this time: "Don't you care about this at all?" ”

"What do you care about?" Zhang Chi didn't quite understand.

For Zhang Chi, the current stupid big wood is an experiment, if he can produce results, it will prove that gourd water can not only raise cattle and horses strong, but also strengthen their abilities.

Even if you don't run well, you can buy a horse with a good foundation and pour a few scoops of gourd pulp on the track to earn money for yourself.

"Why are you so-so?" Zhao Yue also said with a smile.

"The matter of horses, it is up to fate, I think stupid Damu is good, talented, but who knows when he is on the track, maybe he will break his leg in the first race," Zhang Chi said.

These words directly stunned the remaining people.

Superstition does not only belong to us Chinese, there are actually many superstitious Americans, otherwise many Americans now teach people to spare ancestral money on the Internet, which is what we call Hades coin, and some people say that after burning, they are also refreshed and lucky.

We Chinese have been burning this for thousands of years, and we have never seen anyone lucky because of this.

In the same way, if you have a horse track, you want to say that your horse may break a leg, believe it or not, the owner of the horse will break your leg first?

"Unlucky!" Zheng Bohong said with a wry smile: "How can there be a horse owner who is looking forward to his horse breaking his leg."

"I'm just saying, as the saying goes, Ji people have their own natural appearance, tell me what you're afraid of" Zhang Chi said with a smile.

How could the beef made by Zhang Chi not be enough to eat, and he couldn't eat it, even if the beef was delicious, but the combat effectiveness of Zheng Bohong and the others was indeed average.

"The First Evolution"

There was nothing left, because where Merika lived, there were really a lot of dogs, and five or six dogs reimbursed the rest of the beef.

Stored in the refrigerator and eaten the next day, if it doesn't exist, where will these rich people eat the leftovers.

After dinner, it was time to go to bed after bragging about Zhang Chi, he was not used to spending time with these people, they were all night owls, Zhang Chi's work and rest habits were too normal.

"Going to bed so early? How do you live like an old man?"

Hearing that Zhang Chi was going to sleep, Zhao Yue looked at Zhang Chi with a strange expression, as if Zhang Chi had done something hurtful.

"I can't bear it, I can't bear it," Zhang Chi said repeatedly.

"Go to the movies, there are blockbusters here, and the acoustics are fantastic," Zheng Bohong also said.

Zhang Chi had to say again: "I really can't bear it, I'm sorry."

Merica then said, "Let him sleep, he is almost going to bed every day when he is at home."

This is a bit exaggerated, but it is not exaggerated, usually Zhang Chi went to bed at nine o'clock, and at ten o'clock he had already talked to Zhou Gong about his daughter.

That's it, Zhang Chi went back to his room to sleep, and Zhao Yue and the others went to the movie hall to watch blockbusters.

I don't know how many people stayed up until they fell asleep.

Anyway, when Zhang Chi got up the next day, several people were still asleep.

Zhang Chi didn't want to make breakfast, he waited for a while, and the maid brought the Western-style breakfast to the table.

Zhang Chi hadn't moved yet, and a few guys actually yawned and came to the table and sat down.

"How many hours did you sleep?"

Zhang Chi felt that these people could be regarded as capable people if they could get up.

"Five hours is enough, and by noon I have two more hours of sleep, and I get seven hours of sleep a day."

Zhao Yue said and sat down.

Zhang Chi gave them a thumbs up, saying that you guys are really good!

After eating, everyone drove to the racecourse, which was not far from where Merica lived, that is, more than forty minutes by car.

Forty minutes by car is quite far in China, but this is the western part of the United States, and it takes an hour to buy groceries and go back and forth, so forty minutes is really nothing.

The racetrack is not small, but the equipment is just like that, it looks like the airport in Folsen, some years old.

At this time, there were really no people at the racecourse, there were not many cars in the parking lot, and half of the shops selling goods in front of the door were still closed.

Stopping the car, Zhang Chi called Mason, asked for a clear place, and walked towards the stable with Zheng Bohong and the others.

Merica didn't come with everyone today because she had something to do, of course, but also because Merica really wasn't optimistic about Silly Damu's performance, and it was the same whether she saw it or not, and Merica didn't want to waste her time.

The racetrack is a bit shabby, but the stables are really good, and all the equipment is very well maintained.

At this time, the stable is also very busy, with jockeys and trainers leading the horses back and forth.

Under the leadership of Mason, Zhang Chi met Silly Damu and his jockey, who was a small white man, only less than 1.5 meters tall, thin and small.

Jockeys are very strict about buying weight, because every pound of weight gained will have an impact on the racehorse, and of course there will be a uniform weight now, but the big man is still at a disadvantage in the jockey profession. Even if the weight is light, the wind resistance brought by being big is also great, just like Yao Ming, who is seventy pounds, how much wind does such a big person have to pull on a horse.

There's nothing to say, everyone just gets to know each other, not to mention that Zhang Chi didn't want to let this jockey ride a stupid big wood full-time to compete, and the jockey himself is not interested in riding more stupid big wood horses.

After a few words, the jockey rushed to weigh in, and before the race, the jockey had to go through several weighings, and this was the second time the jockey had weighed in, and after this weighing, there was also one time before the game.

When Zheng Bohong and the others saw Silly Damu, they were not nervous at all, they originally wanted to add oil to Silly Damu or something, but now they don't have the slightest thought.

Anyone who knows a little bit about horses can't get any nervousness when they see the appearance of the stupid big tree, because this stupid big horse doesn't look like it can run at all.

You can see at a glance that this horse is not smart, do you still think it can run? That's obviously impossible.

Zhang Chi didn't care, although he got the horse owner certificate from Mason's hand and could sit in the horse owner area to watch the game, but he did not go to the horse owner area, but found a place in the stands with Zheng Bohong and sat down at will.

There were not many people watching this game, and I don't know if there were 200 people in the sparse stands, anyway, the empty stands were empty, just sit down and wait for the game to start.

Not to mention that there are not many people watching it, and even the commentators on the racecourse radio seem a little listless.