pasture leisure

"Old Zheng, it's getting late, cook!"

Zhao Yue came over lazily, leaning against her stomach with a pillow in her hand, pouting in her mouth that she was about to starve to death, and then turned back to the living room, with Melika and Duan Shu to chat with.

Zheng Bohong said: "Okay, I'll do it right away."

Zhang Chi watched Zheng Bohong stroke his sleeves, and asked involuntarily, "Are you cooking?"

Zheng Bohong said with a smile: "We don't like people when we come. Except for them to come to clean the house every two or three days, we are the only ones who live here for the rest of the time. Things like cooking are only me. coming".

"What do they do?"

Zheng Bohong laughed and said, "Wait to eat."

Zhang Chi asked again: "Not helping?"

Zheng Bohong explained: "Them? The more you help, the more busy you are. With their help, I would have finished the work. I don't expect them to cook. If you feel that you can't survive, you can let them do it. After eating You will feel that there is nothing to worry about in this world, and there is no pain in death, do you want to try it?"

"Forget it, I just got some money, and my life has just started to get better, so don't do such dangerous things," Zhang Chi said with a smile.

After finishing speaking, he rolled up his sleeves: "I'll help you, what are you going to do today?"

At this time, Melika saw Zhang Chi's movements, and said to Zheng Bohong: "Old Zheng, let Zhang Chi come for the big dishes, and the braised fish he cooks is delicious. You take him to catch a fish, and let him come to stir-fry vegetables too." .

Zhao Yue asked curiously: "Really?"

"He used to work in a restaurant, and his uncle is a well-known chef in the town," Melika said.

Zhang Chi was surprised, and while walking outside with Zheng Bohong, he asked, "Do you still raise fish here?"

Zheng Bohong took Zhang Chi out of the door, and went to the tool room next to him to get fish for his pocket: "Of course, there is a small pond in the east, where black carp, grass carp and carp are raised, and you can just fish when you want to eat fish."

Zhang Chi was very curious, and followed Zheng Bohong to the pond he was talking about with a probe.

The pond is really not small, about one mu in China, and the depth of the pond is unknown.

The fish in the pond are not afraid of people. When they saw Zhang Chi and Zheng Bohong approaching, they went directly to their sides. It can be seen that ordinary people did not feed these fish less, otherwise they would not behave like this.

"I didn't see the black fish."

Zhang Chi wanted to eat black fish a little today, but he wasn't too interested in the grass carp that came over.

Zheng Bohong stretched his head and looked at it: "Sure enough, it's not there. Let's just eat it. If you want to eat, I'll catch it tomorrow during the daytime."

Zhang Chi nodded, stretched out the probe in his hand and rowed towards a grass carp weighing three or four catties.

The silly fish didn't know how to run, and only struggled when it got into the pocket. Even so, the fish around were not scared one by one to come to Zhang Chi to stand on the bank, sticking out their heads and spitting bubbles.

The movement of the fish struggling was not small, and it took Zheng Bohong to help the two of them to copy the fish.

Throwing it on the grass next to it, Zhang Chi reached out and grabbed the gills of the fish and carried the fish in his hand, so that this guy kept shaking.

He took the handle of the bag and hit the fish's head hard, and the guy calmed down.

Carrying the fish into the house, Zhang Chi started to handle the fish, while Zheng Bohong took out vegetables from the refrigerator and started to choose.

"Can you cook celery slices, fried bean sprouts, stir-fried pork liver, and pork belly?" Zheng Bohong asked Zhang Chi while choosing dishes.

Zhang Chi, who was killing fish, heard this, and turned his head to look at it: "You have quite a lot of things here."

Zheng Bohong said: "Our butler here is from China, and the ingredients prepared are quite complete."

"As long as there are ingredients, I have no problem," Zhang Chi said.

Zheng Bohong nodded and began to make side dishes. Zhang Chi killed the good fish three times and five times, and cut the fish with a flower knife. The fish was cut but not cut. It's also easy to place, otherwise a fish weighing several catties would be impossible to place in the pots you see in front of you.

Zhang Chi likes this kitchen very much, because this kitchen is not used for family use, but for domestic restaurants. There are three stoves, and there is a faucet on it. The dirty water used for washing pots can be poured directly on the countertop. The stove has a large fire head, which is quite powerful for stir-frying.

So I thought about whether I should do this in my kitchen.

Zhang Chi’s fish kill was good, and Zheng Bohong only picked half of the celery on his side. Seeing his slow-moving appearance, Zhang Chi was anxious, so Zhang Chi came over and beckoned Zheng Bohong to give him the celery.

"You go and defrost the meat, I'll do these."

After Zhang Chi finished speaking, he picked up the kitchen knife and began to beat the leaves. After a few knives, there were not many celery leaves left. He used the kitchen knife to cut off the stalk, and put down the kitchen knife. Zhang Chi opened it with his hands like picking broken leaves from celery. The leaves are gone.

"You're so fast." Zheng Bohong felt that Zhang Chi's speed was too fast. He had been busy for five or six minutes, and others did it neatly in less than a minute.

Zhang Chi smiled and said in his heart: If you pick leaves like this, it will be strange if you open a restaurant and the guests don't scold you.

Choose all the dishes, cut them up and put them on the plate, add some side dishes, shoot two heads of garlic, cut some millet peppers, grab some five-spice powder and put them in a small bowl, and put them directly on the stove. As soon as a small bowl comes out, it immediately looks like a chef.

Zheng Bohong watched it with great interest, and praised while watching: "Just by looking at your posture, you can tell that the stir-fry must be good."

Zheng Bohong's cooking is just learning how to cook, and it's just home-cooked.

Now most of them use ingredients prepared by other people. How can Zhang Chi use them here? The food he eats is made by himself from the beginning to the end. Generally, he will not use ingredients prepared by others. It's related, because you don't know what's in the ingredients prepared by others. If you use them in the kitchen here, if someone finds out that they are incompatible or can cause cancer, it will be troublesome.

The second is that the taste made by oneself is more suitable to one's own taste, and it is made with bought ingredients. My uncle said that it is better for people to buy something and cook it by themselves, and what to do with the cook.

Before Zheng Bohong's work was finished, Zhang Chi's side caught fire. He first fried a small bowl of cooking oil with seasonings, and then fried a small bowl of sauce.

After these are done, heat the oil in a pan, wait for the oil temperature to come up, pour out the oil in the pan, add cold oil again, put the fish in the pan and start frying the fish, Zhang Chi is watching the fish while frying When it was on fire, I felt that it was almost done. Picking up the pot and shaking it like this, the whole fish rolled directly in the pot, with the side that was fried just now facing up.

"Hey, the skin of this fish is not broken at all, teach me, I fry the skin of the fish every time, it looks too ugly." Zheng Bohong felt that Zhang Chi was too professional.

Zhang Chi smiled and said the essentials, but it is difficult for ordinary people to do it, mainly because of the control of the heat. This thing is not easy to say, it takes a little skill to make it, like ordinary people, they must use a pot to fry fish Stir-fryers are turned over, and ordinary household cooks don’t even know how to turn the spoon.

While talking, the other side of the fish was almost fried. Zhang Chi tilted the pot, controlled the oil in the pot to the empty side, put in minced garlic and began to sauté until fragrant. When the taste came up, add water and cover it. The lid starts to simmer.

The fish was burning in the pot, Zhang Chi took another pot and started cooking.

Zhang Chi fried, Zheng Bohong was watching the fun, and he actually watched it with gusto, making Zhang Chi wonder if this rich man has never eaten at a roadside stall, or seen how a cook in a small restaurant cooks. what?
The kitchen here is bustling with activity, and the living room over there is not idle either. People say that there are three women in one drama, and now there are exactly three women in the living room, and the conversation is called a lively one.

Because the kitchen is cooking, the door of the kitchen is closed. Although people can be seen through the glass, the sound of the living room cannot be heard in the kitchen. One is that the sound insulation is good, and the other is that Zhang Chi is shaking the spoon now. , the movement is a bit loud.

Zhao Yue saw Zhang Chi shaking the pot with a spoon in one hand and the dishes flying up and down in the pot, so she couldn't help asking: "Melika, is Zhang Chi a professional cook? This looks a bit professional."

Melika said: "Didn't I just say that his uncle is a cook, and he used to deliver food in his uncle's restaurant."

"How do you know the food delivery?" Zhao Yue asked again.

Melika replied: "Last time I told you, this guy participated in a wild survival program, survived to the end and earned half a million dollars. My side happened to be in the previous store, and there were many Asian customers near the store. I asked him to act as a spokesperson for some commercials."

Melika is now focusing on the TV screen, which is broadcasting a fishing competition. Several players are fishing for a unique fish in a wild river just below their knees.

While watching, Melika drank from time to time.

At this time, Duan Shuyi suddenly said: "Melica, are you interested in him?"

puff!
Melika sprayed a mouthful of water on Zhao Yue's face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's Duan Shuyi's fault." Melika hurriedly prepared to wipe Zhao Yue's face with a tissue on the table.

This time, Zhao Yue suffered an accident, she stood up while wiping her face and walked to the sink to wash her face, while muttering what she was doing.

Melika turned her head to Duan Shuyi and said, "Am I interested in him? Your eyes are useless, you should dig them out as soon as possible."

Duan Shuyi said: "I think you are interested in him."

"Where did you see that?" Melika returned her attention to the TV.

Interested in this guy?Melika felt that if she was interested in a dog, she would not be interested in Zhang Chi.What is there about this guy that deserves my attention?He's not very good looking, short in stature, picky most of all, and always thinking about getting money from himself. He's really not a good guy, so what's the point of getting angry when he sees him.

Duan Shuyi said: "Just now at the gate of the police station, why did you strangle him?"

"It's not normal for me to strangle him? I'm angry. When I saw that he couldn't say a few words, I had the urge to strangle him. If I hadn't controlled it, he would have bought himself a cemetery long ago..."

Melika spoke a little loudly, trying to prove that she had no interest in Zhang Chi.

Duan Shuyi asked again: "Old Zheng is also very angry, why didn't you see you strangle him? Besides, don't you like having physical contact with others, why do you say that you seem to have strangled his neck more than once? Don’t you think it’s strange? You can deny it, but the body’s reaction can’t be called barren, right? He’s different from other people to you.”

Duan Shuyi knows that Melika has a special cleanliness obsession, and doesn't like to have intimate behaviors with people. For example, when their friends play with Melika, they scratch at most twice, and they have never hugged each other. Sometimes, this makes Melika feel very uncomfortable.

"Old Duan, what you said is really true." Zhao Yue felt that what Duan Shuyi said was right.

Melika could only spread her hands and shrugged her shoulders, putting on a helpless expression: "Laugh if you want to, why bother looking for such an excuse?"