Little Life on An American Ranch

   Chapter 387 p51 Mustang

  The house of Wu Yong’s family is not comparable to Jian Heng’s small house. Their house is just one word: Hao!

  A two-story American-style large villa made of stone and wood. The first floor is a living room, as well as facilities such as a billiard room, a home theater, and an indoor half-court basketball court.

   Between the stairs from the first floor to the second floor is a very large aquarium a few meters high. There are small groups of tropical fish in the tank. The colorful fish look particularly comfortable in winter when the eyes are full of white.

  The side of the restaurant can also see the side of the super-large aquarium. When he was seated, Jian Heng was full of praise for the design of the mansion.

  Zuo Tong laughed and said, "It's such a big place over there, let's build one myself, money is still a problem for you?"

  Jian Heng smiled and said, "Let's forget it, I don't want to make too much trouble, by the way, Brother Wu, where are my sister-in-law and the children?"

   "Leave them alone, they have already eaten, and today at noon, we three brothers are eating and chatting." Wu Yong smiled and unscrewed a bottle of white wine, and gently poured a small glass for everyone.

While pouring wine for everyone, Wu Yong said: "I won't persuade everyone, anyway, according to your own measure, drinking too much wine will delay things. Jian Heng, you have to fly the plane when you go back. So you control it, and when you go back, this wine will bring you a case."

   "I just passed it?" Zuo Tong said jokingly.

  Wu Yong said: "Of course you have it. I can't bear to let this little thing fail. Each person has a box, take it home and drink slowly."

   Zuo Tong’s side is considered to be a place to praise Wu Yong. Zuo Tong is already so valuable, so he doesn’t care about a case of wine and two cases of wine. He just wants to make everyone more harmonious.

"Jian Heng, Brother Wu has a history of this wine. The puree wine used by the winery's wine critics has been aged for many years and is not sold outside. Even if you work in the winery, unless it is at the boss level, other people are Can't do it...".

Wu Yong smiled after hearing this, and put the three wine dispensers in front of Jian Heng and Zuo Tong lightly, and said at the same time: "Isn't it just a little wine? Look at what you said, it's the same as fine wine and jade liquid." Like. It doesn’t matter if the wine is full, but the boss of this winery is a good person, thank you! People nowadays, let alone people who leave the tea cold, it’s not uncommon to see people who make trouble, and they all say It sounds so righteous, but in fact, most of them are self-interested. When you need it, you will talk about loyalty, and when you need him, you will talk about money. This is different. I reached out to him many years ago. Well, I still remember it now, look, I am so virtuous, and give me so many boxes of wine every year, the money is such a trivial matter, this kind of favor is paid."

"What are you dissatisfied with? It's mixed up with this virtue. I'm afraid that ninety-nine percent of the world's people are looking forward to living your virtue. Let's not talk about anything else, just talk about it." Look at the place where I live, compared with yours, it is a five-star hotel, a small hotel on the street," Jian Heng said with a smile.

Wu Yong sighed and replied: "When I left, I felt like I was out of a cage, but after living here for more than ten years, I miss my hometown more and more every day. To be honest, if I can When I go back, I’d rather not have everything I have now, just be a little civil servant, go home after work every day, face my wife and children, and just live my life like this.”

   After speaking, Wu Yong raised his hand to signal for everyone to raise their glasses, and then drank the wine in the small three-dollar cup in his hand with a sizzle.

Jian Heng just listened to it in front of him. In fact, he didn't believe it in his heart. People like Wu Yong and Zuo Tong were born restless and couldn't live an ordinary life. They were either wealthy or wealthy. Just toss yourself into the chant.

To put it nicely, he is born with an adventurous gene, but to put it bluntly, he is a master at taking advantage of social loopholes. I will not talk about Wu Yong, otherwise he would not be unable to return to the country, and Zuo Tong's fortune is not the same. It's so clean. In domestic terms, whoever has no original sin is talking about them.

   After drinking a glass of wine, Wu Yong stood up, stretched out his hand and bent down to lift up the silver pot cover that was the size of a washbasin in the center of the table.

  When the lid of the pot was put together, a strong aroma immediately wafted into Jian Heng's nose, and he couldn't help but praise: "Sweet! This mutton is absolutely cooked!"

  Zuo Tong also stretched his head to look at the pieces of mutton in the pot, and kept nodding his head: "Just smelling this smell, you can drink half a bottle of old wine."

  Wu Yong put down the lid, stretched out his hand to the two of them, and motioned for everyone to eat.

While eating, he told everyone about the mutton: "This sheep has been fed with care. From birth to serving, it has not been fed a single grain, and it is all free-range. When it is thirsty, it drinks mountain milk. The spring water, even the salt blocks for feeding, are all directly picked from the salt mines. The raw salt blocks that have not been treated at all, don’t look at these little lambs, which have grown for more than half a year. The mutton raised in this way is inherently Well, with the addition of master Zhou's craftsmanship, I can pat my chest, even if the master of the state banquet is at most this level... ".

Jian Heng picked up a piece of mutton, put it in his mouth and chewed it. The piece of pure mutton was not too big or small, about two centimeters square. After he chewed the pure mutton, the aroma of the pure mutton complemented the delicious juice and immediately made him feel The taste buds in my mouth are about to explode, and the meat is still tender. It seems that it can be crushed by gently grinding with the gums. The taste of juicy meat is really hard to describe in words.

   After eating mutton, Jian Heng remembered that it seemed time for his own sheep to be slaughtered.

   "Now I know what kind of cook can be called a chef!" After swallowing the meat in his mouth, Jian Heng couldn't help sighing.

  Wu Yong said with a smile: "If I hadn't gone to your place, I wouldn't have thought of inviting Master Zhou. The ingredients on your side are all first-class, but the chef is really a little bit worse."

At this time, Zuo Tong put down the clean bones in his hand, reached out and picked up the wet towel at hand and wiped his hands: "Jian Heng's side is for business, and your side is for your own food. Do you have to be the same, or else you can really make this kid’s family poor, you haven’t seen their people eating, I have seen it once. Good guy, it’s the first time I sit in the restaurant, there is a kind of I felt it when I went to the pig farm to feed, and my ears were full of the sound of sucking food. Let’s put it this way, I will never forget it. Now every time someone praises the high self-cultivation of Europeans and Americans in front of me, it will appear in my mind. The scene I saw that day! I will curl my lips subconsciously."

Hearing what Zuo Tong said, Wu Yong was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses and said immediately: "It's true, there is a free cafeteria over there, so naturally you can't be so particular about the food, or if you add ten more cooks, you won't be able to manage that." Many people eat."

"Chef, I'm not going to move, but I'm going to make some big moves here, and build a few houses, but this time I plan to make a simple Chinese style, which doesn't cost much, but You have to bring out the Chinese taste." Jian Heng put another chopstick of mutton into his mouth, and said to the two of them while chewing.

   "Do you want to build ancient buildings?"

Zuo Tong and Wu Yong were quite surprised when they heard this. After coming to the United States, almost all Chinese bought western-style buildings, such as Spanish style, Elizabethan style, etc. Except for Chinatown, no one has ever heard that they want to live in The United States builds a Chinese-style building.

"It's not about ancient buildings. I don't have the money to do those things. I mean simple buildings with a Chinese style, which are refreshing and natural. The fees here are so high. I can't always show people the image of a roadside stall. It has to make people feel upscale, and it feels different from other fitness and fat control places," Jian Heng said.

Wu Yong smiled and nodded his head: "Yes, this way we can charge higher fees. I don't want my children to be caught by wolves, and I don't want my daughter-in-law to catch this hooligan! You have to change it, Americans want to see it. Country style, you can just find a place to see it, although your craftsmanship is strong, but your infrastructure is too backward, I have wanted to tell you about this for a long time, but I have never been ashamed to mention it.”

   I heard that Jian Heng is planning to create a high-end product, and both Wu Yong and Zuo Tong agree.

  From eating to talking about the house, and then from the house to the topic of Jian Heng's visit this time, that is, on the plane.

  Wu Yong asked about the price Jian Heng prepared, and then recommended a few planes, all of which are suitable for beginners. Jian Heng has impressions of several models, and most of the private airports he studied also have. Originally, Jian Heng was interested in the Cirrus G6, but Wu Yong suggested that Jian Heng should get an SR-20 for fun first, and build a better runway at home while playing, and then build a better plane.

  Jian Heng was right when he thought about it, the current conditions are indeed not the time to buy a small plane that is too good.

  The three of them were talking when Wu Yong's cell phone rang. Jian Heng frowned when he saw him pick it up, and put down the phone after talking for a few words.

  Hearing that the plane was mentioned on the phone, Jian Heng asked one more question: "What's wrong?"

  “A guy was promoting his p-51 Mustang fighter jet and asked me if I was interested,” Wu Yong said.

   "p-51?" Jian Heng didn't understand what P-51 was and what Mustang was, but he understood the word "fighter" and became interested immediately.

  The attraction of fighter jets to a man is natural, so Jian Heng asked: "What is the P-51 Mustang?"

   “During World War II, the fighter jet produced by the United States, the D-type is known as the best fighter jet in World War II. Some people say that it is not only the best fighter jet in World War II, but also the greatest fighter jet in the history of air combat,” Wu Yong said.

   "Too expensive?" Jian Heng didn't understand why Wu Yong had an attitude of annoying this guy with such a good plane.

   "It's too old, no matter what, it's a product of World War II. It's definitely not cheap to maintain. All parts have to be made by hand. It's a waste of money. It's not suitable for me," Wu Yong said, shaking his head.

  (end of this chapter)