What to do when you have money

Chapter 83

Gesang said he asked Zhao Hao to help him kill the sheep, but in fact Zhao Hao didn't need to do it at all, he cleaned up the sheep by himself.

Zhao Hao really wanted to help, but after holding the knife for a long time, he didn't know which part of the sheep should be stabbed with the knife. In the end, he could only explain in a self-deprecating way: "I am kind, and when I face innocent lambs, I can't do it."

Gesang didn't say anything, but Huang Yinger, who was covering her eyes with her hands and deliberately showing the gaps, curled her lips when she heard it.

"You can't let go of your hands, but you can let go of your mouth. When you grabbed rabbit meat with me, you didn't see where your kindness went."

After despising Zhao Hao, Huang Yinger showed a pity expression on her face, she said to the dead sheep: "Little sheep, bear with me, you won't hurt after it's cooked."

It seems that there are no normal humans in this yard except Gesang.

There are different ways of mutton by hand in different places, but Zhao Hao thinks that the cooking method used by Gesang is the most original and delicious way.

That is to chop the mutton into large pieces, throw it into a pot of clean water and boil it without adding anything or salt. When it is cooked, tear the mutton with your hands and dip it in salt to eat.

When the time comes, the cooked mutton will still be bloodshot, the meat will be cooked but not hard, and it will taste fresh and tender, very delicious.

The color, aroma, taste and shape of the hand-caught mutton made by Gesang all represent the rugged, bold, enthusiastic, pious and hospitable character of their nation.

When the time comes to eat with chopsticks, don't even think about it. Just use a knife to cut the meat and eat it with your hands. The host will not prepare chopsticks for you.

Zhao Hao took the initiative to help light the fire, but was preempted by Huang Yinger. Seeing Huang Yinger's sharp eyesight, he should be quiet and be a handsome man.

Zhao Hao lay comfortably on the recliner in the yard, like a landowner, watching Huang Yinger, the poor maid, sitting on the small bench, puffing her cheeks and blowing desperately into the stove.

"Inhale, exhale, inhale again, exhale again. Yes, that's it. Speed ​​up the rhythm, one two three four, two two three four. Come on, Huang Xiaoniao."

Zhao Hao couldn't bear to see Huang Ying'er so tired, so he decided to beat her. What if the rhythm is messed up and people lack oxygen.

The air on the plateau is quite thin.

"Uncle, shut up, I, I'm quitting, I'll replace you."

Huang Ying'er was furious when she heard Zhao Hao's croaking sound.

She stood up directly from the small bench and walked to Zhao Hao's side, and with a raised neck, she pulled Zhao Hao up from the reclining chair.

"Hiss, this girl's rabbit meat is not for nothing. This strength is really not small. Well, let me show you my master's magic blowing skills."

Zhao Hao caressed the clothes that were wrinkled by Huang Yinger, and walked towards the stove with his head held high.

When it comes to blowing, Zhao Haozhen has never been afraid of anyone.

Blow it, I don't know how much the cowhide in the sky has blown through.

"Hoo..., hoo..."

"Boom, da.chi, dongchi, dachi, dongdong..."

"Hoo Chi, Ho Chi, Ho Chi, Ho Chi, Ho Chi..."

Zhao Hao played well at the beginning, but he didn't expect to hear the sound of a drum set suddenly, and the rhythm of his blowing couldn't help but followed the sound of the drum and began to speed up the rhythm.As a result, the drumbeat became faster and faster, and gradually his breath could not keep up. When he exhaled his last breath, he felt that his eyes were filled with gold stars, and everything he saw was spinning.

Just when Zhao Hao couldn't stand upright and was about to faint, Gesang came over and supported Zhao Hao and asked, "Brother Hao, what's wrong with you, is it a rebellion?"

Zhao Hao didn't dare to shake his head, so he waved his hands and said, "No, no, I'm blowing my breath."

Gesang asked puzzledly: "Blow, what do you do?"

Zhao Hao felt much more awake than before. He pointed to the stove and said, "The flame in the stove is small. Didn't I blow air to make it burn bigger?"

Gesang also pointed to the stove and said, "You don't need to blow it, isn't there an electric blower next to it?"

what?
And this operation?
I don’t have the face to see anyone!

Zhao Hao felt ashamed, covered his face with his hands, and ran to the culprit who played the drum set—Huang Yinger to settle accounts with her like a little girl who lost ZC.

I let you knock.

So, Zhao Hao shamelessly pushed Huang Yinger away from the drum set, while he himself had a great time playing.

"Dong chi, da chi, Yaoyao Cheke is making a fuss, a set of pancakes and fruits, Kang Mang Beibi wants it!"

Fortunately, the smell of mutton out of the pot saved Zhao Hao, who was about to lose his temper.If the mutton was cooked later, Huang Yinger would definitely call the psychiatric hospital and ask the other party to lock Zhao Hao up.

It's too loud.

This is not like a person in his 30s, this is completely letting go of himself.

The moment Zhao Hao was beating the drums, he really let go of himself completely, releasing all the pressure and grievances of these years.

There are close friends here, beautiful scenery, fresh air, beautiful singing, and food that smells appetizing. Why should I not let myself go?

Why should I still be reluctant to eat, wear, invest in emotion, smile and release tears like before.

Fly, I want to fly higher, fly, I want to fly to the end of the world...

"Are you going to eat or not? Why are you still in a daze? If you don't eat, I'll eat all the mutton in a while."

"I'm coming."

I'm always tired from flying, so let's fill my stomach first.

The table is very rich, not only mouth-watering hand-caught lamb, but also fried yak meat, highland barley cabbage heart soup, sauerkraut noodles and highland barley cake with local characteristics.

Not only these, but also drinks.

When it comes to drinks, you have to mention their sweet tea and highland barley wine.

Butter tea and sweet tea are local specialty drinks.

According to Gesang, half of their blood is buttered tea and half is sweet tea.

If they don't drink for a day, they always feel that something is missing in their lives.

Therefore, there are so many teahouses in Sunshine City, where many people can often be seen ordering fried potatoes and drinking a pot of sweet tea.

Compared with butter tea, Zhao Hao prefers to drink sweet tea, because the taste of sweet tea is not as strong as that of butter tea, and it is sweet and delicious.On the contrary, butter tea is somewhat salty, which not everyone can accept.

However, Zhao Hao was very interested in the plate of bloody animal organs on the table.

What is this, I have never eaten it before, it looks like sheep liver, it is still raw.

Just ask if you don’t understand, Zhao Hao has always been a good comrade who loves to learn.

"Gelsang, what's in this plate?"

Huang Yinger's eyes had been fixed on the mutton, and when she heard Zhao Hao's question, she also turned her gaze around.But when she saw the plate of lamb liver, she was so frightened that she hurriedly covered her eyes with her hands.

"Yeah, it's scary."

"Cut, coward. Gesang, you haven't said what it is yet." Zhao Hao looked down on Huang Yinger and continued to ask.

"Sheep liver, raw sheep liver, this is the most delicious ingredient we specially prepared to entertain our most respected guests."

"Raw, eat raw?"

"Yes, we believe that eating raw will not destroy the nutrition inside, so we use this to entertain guests. Come on, brother Hao, you should taste this piece of lamb liver first. By the way, you can't use chopsticks, you must eat with your hands .”

Zhao Hao looked at the bloody goat liver, and his heart was pounding, louder than the drum set he just beat.

Raw, I haven't eaten this before.

But don't eat it, Gesang has good intentions, after all, you have to respect the customs of the other party, right?

Then eat.

Zhao Hao grabbed a piece of lamb liver, handed it to Huang Yinger and said sincerely: "Huang Xiaoniao, as a rookie who came to the plateau for the first time, you are also the most respected guest of Gesang and me. Come on, this piece You eat the lamb liver first."

Huang Ying'er, a foodie who eats everything, trembled in her heart when she saw the bloody sheep liver.At the same time, the voice coming out of her mouth was also trembling: "You, why don't you eat first?"

Zhao Hao replied confidently: "I've been here before, it's the second time for me, why did you make it the first time?"

"Uncle smelly, I remember you."

"Thank you, thank you, let me go, let me go."

Huang Yinger wanted to say no to eating, but when she saw Gesang's expectant eyes, she finally became cruel.

"Eat as much as you want, there is nothing in the world that I, Huang Yinger, dare not eat."

Huang Yinger snatched the raw mutton liver from Zhao Hao's hand, and swallowed it as soon as she closed her eyes, without daring to chew it.

"Huh? It tastes good. I didn't taste anything just now. Why don't you try another piece?"

Thinking about it, Huang Yinger stretched out her hand to grab the plate of raw lamb liver again. While she was grabbing, she also saw Zhao Hao's surprised eyes and Gesang's gratified smile.

"Is it really delicious?"

Zhao Hao wanted to ask but was too embarrassed to ask, so he could only look at Huang Yinger, while he clicked his lips.

"Tch, I can't be as good as a woman, I also eat."

Zhao Hao also grabbed the plate of raw mutton liver, and just as he was about to put the piece of raw mutton liver in his mouth, Huang Yinger's phone that had never rang on the road suddenly rang.

　I went to bed early yesterday when I was angry, and I didn’t update a new chapter in the early morning, sorry.As for why he was angry, the Liao basketball team lost, and he lost all his trousers, which is embarrassing.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)