The pot is hot and put oil, slide on the pot again, there is no oil left in the pot, pour it into the noodle lake, spread it along the edge of the pot, and wait for one side to be cooked before turning it over.

The oil of the lake can't be too much or too little, and the leeks can't be too much, more is the flavor of the leek box, and less is the taste of fried noodles, so this thing looks simple, but if you want to make a certain level, it is still a test of technology.

However, for housewives like Miao Guifang and Li Xiumei, it must not be difficult at all, if they don't do this well, they will be laughed at by their neighbors.

Mother and grandmother's craftsmanship are good, and the lake dumplings will naturally come out of the pot quickly, and this morning grandma also put an egg on the cake.

"Come!"

Zhang Chi saw that grandma folded the first piece of the stall into a square with a shovel, put it in a bowl like a marching quilt, and pushed it in front of him, so he took it with a smile, took out a fast child in the fast cage, stood beside grandma and began to eat.

"Is there a salt head?"

Miao Guifang saw that her grandson was eating so happily, and she was a little worried that the salt head was not enough, so she asked her grandson again.

Zhang Chi said hesitantly, "Well, it's good."

The aroma of leeks, with the aroma of the cake, coupled with the slight crispiness of the fried, made Zhang Chi can't help but eat it in a big gulp, although he can do it himself, but when he makes it himself, it is not as good as the taste of his grandmother's cooking, and I don't know if it is due to psychological reasons or the technology is not up to par, in short, it is the lake made by his grandmother, and every time he eats it, it is the taste of his childhood.

"Spread some more chili sauce."

Li Xiumei looked at her son with a smile and took a big bite of food, feeling that it was so fragrant that she wanted to eat a piece a little.

Zhang Chi immediately remembered that this thing was a perfect match with chili sauce, so he immediately went to get chili sauce again.

With chili sauce, Zhang Chi stood on the edge of the pot and ate three pieces in a row, and finally ate himself directly.

Waiting for all the cakes to be stalled, Miao Guifang asked Zhang Chi to call everyone back for dinner, Zhang Chi went out here and walked around, and then notified the news of the meal.

Sitting at the table, Zhang Juan picked up a bowl of stick noodle porridge, and was stretching out her son to pick up the lake dumplings, when she turned her head and saw the younger brother next to her bowing his head and intently sucking the gruel, without touching the lake dumplings at all.

So he said curiously, "Yo, this sun is coming out in the west, haven't you always liked to eat lake dumplings, why are you rich now, and you can't look down on this thing?"

"What, you eat yours, where are there so many words, your brother has eaten it," Li Xiumei said.

Zhang Juan immediately understood when she heard this, and opened her mouth to say, "I said it, but my own son, I can still starve you."

Li Xiumei smiled: "You can't stop your mouth if you eat."

Zhang Chicai didn't want to deal with his sister, but he had something to tell his sister, so he opened his mouth and said, "Sister, Merica asked me to take you to the city today to buy some clothes for Xiao Xiao or something, those clothes you brought will wear out at most a few times without grinding, go to Folsen to buy you Xiao Xiao stronger clothes." ….

Zhang Juan didn't shirk either, sister and brother, and Zhang Chi is Xiao Xiao's uncle, isn't it right for uncle to buy a set of clothes for his nephew.

"Mom, grandma, you should go with you, go to the cities in the United States, and just by the way, you can also go to the uncle and aunt," Zhang Juan said.

Li Xiumei said, "I'm not going, Mom, why don't you go with them?"

When Miao Guifang heard this, she waved her hand and said, "I won't go either, they will go by themselves, what is there to see in a small county."

Li Xiumei and Miao Guifang have both been here, originally when they came this time, they thought that this side must be a big change, but they didn't expect that this way, Folsom still looks like that, exactly the same as he remembers.

For more than ten years, not to mention other places, even if the village where everyone lives has been changed to a small western-style building, Furlin here is still the same as ten years ago. It's long gone that the amazing feeling I had when I first came, and I'm left with a sense of loss.

The two of them couldn't help but think: That's it? Is this also the world's number one power?

"Let my brother buy you clothes too, this kid has tens of thousands of cattle now, shouldn't you be filial to you and grandma," Zhang Juan said with a smile.

"I don't want him to buy it," Miao Guifang said.

The old lady felt that she couldn't wear all the clothes now, so where would she ask her grandson to buy him clothes again.

At this time, Zhang Jiaren opened his mouth and said, "Bring me a pair of pants back when you go, jeans, the sturdy kind."

Hearing that grandpa was going to wear jeans, Zhang Chi and his sister and brother couldn't help but be stunned.

"Grandpa, are you ready to go to the top of the tide?" Zhang Juan joked about her grandfather.

Zhang Juan didn't buy jeans for the old man before, but Zhang Jiaren didn't wear them once, and then he was taken by a nephew in the village to wear them, and after doing it once, Zhang Juan didn't buy jeans for her grandfather, but bought them according to the clothes on the old man's body.

That's really saving money and worry, if you buy other old men and pick, buy according to the body, you don't even have to change the color, the old man loves to wear, and he is satisfied, and it saves trouble for both.

"Give me one," Zhang Youpeng said.

Zhang Chi listened and said, "Why don't you go together? Just have a good time."

Zhang Jiaren shook his head: "It's better for you to go, just buy it according to your waistline."

"Let's not go, you two go," Zhang Youpeng also said.

Zhang Chi didn't go at all, so he didn't say anything more.

At this time, Miao Guifang remembered what happened last night, so she said to Zhang Chi, "Dachi, your master wants to find a job to do, saying that he is a little tired of traveling around all day."

Zhang Chi didn't think much about it, I'm here on the ranch, isn't it easy to find a job to do, so he said, "After eating, I'll talk to Cannon and ask him to make arrangements, but the work on the ranch is very tiring, if you can't do it, don't be reckless."

"What else do you say?" Zhang Jiaren glared at his grandson, feeling that his grandson really underestimated himself.

Zhang Chi didn't say much, hehe laughed twice and continued to bow his head and drink his porridge.

An An finished eating, and Zhang Chi first called Cannon.

「BOSS！」

"Where?" Zhang Chi will talk about a few opening remarks first.

Cannon said, "I'm in the dormitory, I just came back for breakfast, what's the matter?" ….

Cannon had just returned from the ranch on the west side, and he made himself a breakfast, a simple fried egg toast, fried bacon, and some vegetables, and it was a delicious breakfast with coffee.

"In this way, my grandfather and my father want to find a job to do, you can find a lighter place for them to spend some time," Zhang Chi said.

As soon as Cannon heard that the two of them were working, even if it was a little light work, it would be a good thing.

Foreigners are sometimes very axial, but if you put aside the boss's grandfather in East Asian culture, even if the boss asks you to find some work, then you have to be careful.

But Cannon didn't have such an awareness at all, he felt that the boss asked him to find some work for these two, which was literal.

Even before Zhang Chi's words were finished, Kan Xue began to think in his heart about which job was suitable for the two novices to do now.

The living cannon of the ranch must have been clear, and in an instant he thought of life.

"Don't worry, I'm right," Cannon patted his chest and knocked out the packet.

If Zhang Chi knew what errand Cannon had arranged for his own Lao Tzu and his own Lao Tzu, maybe he would have to put Cannon on the edge of the pond, tie it up and throw it in the pond and soak it in a pig cage.

Zhang Chi felt that he had arranged this little thing properly, and Cannon still had something to worry about, so he hung up the phone and turned his head back to the house, and began to call his sister at the top of his voice.

"Sister, Xiao Xiao is okay, don't grind," Zhang Chi shouted.

Zhang Juan was walking downstairs with her stunned son at this time.

"What are you shouting, didn't you say that the stores here in the United States don't open until ten o'clock, and it's only what time it is

What's the hurry," Zhang Juan said.

"The shops open late, but there are some stores that open early," Zhang Chi said.

As soon as he got off the phone and came back, Zhang Chi had a new idea, that is, to dress up his father and grandfather, since they were going to work, they had to look good, and arrange riding boots, plaid shirts and even cowboy hats.

As for Xiao Xiao, it is a shrunken version of the cowboy.

Does it sound like Zhang Chi is going to bleed heavily?

Actually, no, here, in the west, this kind of dress is the cheapest, but it is not easy for you to buy a dress that is popular in the city, not only is it difficult to find, but even if you find it, the price will be very high.

The consumption here is designed for this, just like no one will sell any rainbow flags here in Folsom, and no one supports men and women to grow old together.

The dress of people here is usually a routine, the difference is that the clothes are different, from ordinary checks, to striped shirts, and finally monochrome, in short, just go around in a small circle.

Even if you buy fashionable clothes, which are fashionable enough to be on par with fashionable cities like New York and Los Angeles, people here will not wear them on a regular basis, because if you wear such clothes to work, then you think your life is too comfortable.

Anything here can open late, but some of the shops that sell denim goods, or those that provide a variety of services to the ranch, may open a little earlier.

Of course, this is compared to the Chinese shopkeepers, and that is the hair bolt tofu - you can't mention it!

But in the western United States, these small shopkeepers who open between half past nine and ten o'clock are undoubtedly diligent people.

"I don't want to go!"

Xiao Xiao suddenly said.

Zhang Juan shouted, "You won't go to buy you clothes? Be honest, don't let me cut you in the morning."

As soon as he heard that he was going to be cut, Xiao Xiao immediately shut up, he knew that his father was going to cut himself, it was usually a loud thunder and a small raindrop, but his mother wanted to cut himself, saying that he would cut you for ten minutes, and he would never stop in nine minutes and fifty-nine seconds, and he would not give up until he had cut enough weight.

As for the grandparents and grandparents, they said that cutting that would definitely not fall on him.

was reluctantly carried into the car by his mother, Xiao Xiao didn't speak angrily, and Zhang Juan didn't care about his son's behavior, if he really didn't want to clean up, just with Xiao Xiao like this, Zhang Juan didn't have to find any other excuse to clean up.

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