Crazy Farm

Needless to say, Lei Guangzong was frightened and stunned!

He is a bird-loving bird-loving person. Although the most common contacts are Bailing and Thrush, he has some understanding of other birds, and the pair of birds in front of him is far beyond his cognitive scope. The sentence song is like a sledgehammer, banging bang, smashing all the bird life views he has built for more than 50 years.

"This... this is what you raised and trained?"

Lei Guangzong grabbed Wang Leshan's hand tightly, and his eyes seemed to be able to eat people.

Being caught and watched like this made Wang Leshan a little embarrassed, but he nodded seriously.

Lei Guangzong's eyes were full of rays of light: "Then can you train other birds besides myna? For example, my lark, can you help me train it?"

Wang Leshan said: "It is definitely impossible to train Bailing to speak, but if it is trained to sing some melodies with bird sounds, it should be no problem."

Hearing this, Lei Guangzong's eyes brightened even more, and he asked, "Can you learn the tone of Peking Opera or Kunqu Opera?"

Wang Leshan had sweat on his forehead and said, "I don't know about this either. I'll try my best."

"it is good!"

Lei Guangzong handed the bird cage directly to Wang Leshan and said, "As long as you help me train my birds, the yard will be handed over to me, and I promise to satisfy you. If you are not satisfied, modify it until you are satisfied!"

When he thought of his lark coming to Peking Opera and Kunqu Opera with his mouth open, Lei Guangzong felt that his whole body was flying to the sky lightly.

"I'll try my best to train you."

Wang Leshan said something, patted the bad thing on the shoulder, and let it grab the birdcage and fly to the window on the other side of the cabin.

"Hey, what a nice bird."

Seeing this, Lei Guangzong couldn't help but praise again, then turned to look at Wang Leshan, pointed to the open space over there, and asked, "The small courtyard is going to be built there, right? He told me about the general situation. "

This Lei Guangzong is a person who will never procrastinate. When it comes to serious business, the momentum of the whole person is also a little different. When carrying the bird cage, no matter how you look at it, it has a style of leaving the old and the young. When it comes to serious business, there is a faint persuasiveness on the body. Just standing here, it seems that the words of the architect are written all over his body.

Seeing this, Wang Leshan told the general situation. After Lei Guangzong heard it, he turned around and walked towards the wasteland over there. He measured the ground with his footsteps, squinted his eyes and gestured with his thumb, and stuck out his tongue slightly. I don't know if I'm measuring the wind direction or the humidity, and then I put another watch in my hand and walked around the wasteland. If it wasn't for knowing that he was a master architect, he thought he was a Feng Shui master who came to Kanyu to find his pulse.

"Huh? Why does that person feel familiar?"

At this time, Bai Laoye's father and mother came back after visiting the farm. Bai Laozi saw the person on the wasteland, squinted and asked Wang Leshan, "Is that person a style? Ray's descendant?"

When Wang Leshan heard the words, he was stunned for a moment, then nodded, and said, "It's really Master Lei, do you know Mr. Bai?"

Old Bai stroked his beard and said, "I have an old friend who designed the courtyard of his house. I met him at the time, and his outfit is very recognizable. Such a descendant of Shi Lei has been walking around the country for the past few years, and even more so. It's not everyone's invitation. Did you invite him to come with the farmhouse pleasure you just mentioned?"

Seeing Wang Leshan nodding, Bai Lao smiled lightly and said, "Please ask Shi Shi Lei to design the building, with Fan Mingwei as the chef, and the squirrel as the waiter serving the dishes, it seems that your farmhouse is not easy."

Wang Leshan smiled naively.

Some people on the side were shocked when they heard the conversation between Bai Lao and Wang Leshan. They naturally knew something about the unique term "Style Lei". Even if they didn't know what happened to Style Lei over the years, they always knew. This style of Lei was specially designed for the royal family in the Qing Dynasty.

It can be seen that Wang Leshan's handwriting!

"Leshan, you can have a seat."

Fan Mingwei walked out. He had already seen Fan Yao, and he knew that Lei Guangzong had already gone to see the wasteland. He checked the time and it was time for lunch.

Wang Leshan nodded and led everyone to sit at the table that had been set.

In the middle one, Ye Lao, Bai Lao, Aunt Hui, Lin Mu, Wang Fu, Wang Mu, Zhao Zhuying and Lei Guangzong called from there, Wang Leshan took the last seat, leaving an empty seat for Fan Mingwei.

Ye Yunpeng and his wife, Cheng Liren and his wife, Lin Xiaohu, Cheng Liying, Fan Yao, and Song Zuer sat at a table, accompanied by Wang Dabao.

Nan Sheng and her team sat at a table.

The rest of the people, like Wang Qingsong and the four, Xiaoya, Fatty Li Hong Qingqing, and others gathered at a table. This table is close to the cabin, and sometimes they need to stand up and do a favor.

The dishes at each table are the same. The squirrels brought up six cold dishes, such as fried dried fish, white cut wild pheasant, shredded white radish, boiled edamame, white Zhuo mud cockles, and cucumber platter.

These seemingly simple six cold dishes are not simple. Except for the clams, which are bought from outside, the rest are all from the farm. The ingredients alone are absolutely top-notch.

Dried fish is the fish in the fish pond. It is a mixture of several kinds of fish. The color of the fried fish is golden and the aroma is even more fragrant. The pheasants were specially killed by Fan Mingwei by Wang Leshan. These pheasants are roosters, but they have been raised on the farm for a while, and the meat quality is absolutely beyond imagination. Needless to say, shredded white radish and boiled edamame are authentic.

Even the mud cockles were bought and raised in Lingshui for several days, and the ginger in the seasoning was also from a high-end vegetable garden, not to mention that it was cooked by Chef Fan, which was absolutely just right.

What is more worth mentioning is the cucumber platter. When I first looked at it, no one could see that it was a cucumber, because... Chef Fan sliced, shredded, and sliced ​​cucumbers into various shapes. The depth of the color, with his hands that are not very clever, he made a picture with cucumbers on the plate. There are mountains and birds, and there is a lake under the mountain. There is a small boat on the lake, and there are people on the boat. …….

Whimsical, ingenious!

Even Wang Leshan felt incredible when he saw it.

Who would be willing to use chopsticks for such a cold dish!

In addition to these cold dishes, there are also a bunch of cucumber juice and two bottles of "asking the sky" on the table.

The first hot dish was the fried rice cake. The rice cake was made of rice. The accessories were cabbage and a little carrot. The three colors of white, green and orange were bright. Before it was on the table, it was already fragrant. Everyone was patient. Can't stop swallowing.

When you put a chopstick in your mouth, the aroma fills your mouth; when you take a bite, it's glutinous but not sticky; when you swallow it, a real feeling fills your body.

When the four squirrel brothers delivered the second plate of hot dishes, the large plate of rice cakes had already been emptied, and not even the leaves were left. It's saying "another group of foodies".

The second hot dish is braised taro. The size of the taro pieces is almost the same, which shows Chef Fan's knife skills. Each taro is wrapped in thick juice. When you pick it up, the thick juice will hang down, but it will not fall off. The entrance is soft, take a bite, there are at least five or six different but not conflicting flavors in this taro, and the original flavor of the thick juice complements each other, making people feel that this bite is not taro, but life. In the same way, there is no need for deliciousness. The key is to be peculiar, too peculiar.

The third hot dish was stewed pork ribs with corn, the fourth dish was fried wild mountain eggs with tomatoes, the fifth dish was stir-fried meat with water chestnuts, the sixth dish was...the tenth dish was sweet and sour carp.

Almost every dish can be said to be home-cooked, but these ingredients are by no means home-cooked. Coupled with the blessing of Chef Fan, every home-cooked dish has a special taste that is far more delicious than anything they have ever eaten. Mountain delicacies. At this moment, everyone has abandoned their identity and ate a lot. Some of the etiquette, courtesy, and everything at the usual banquet were forgotten at the right time. Everyone is the same.

The amount of each dish is absolutely sufficient, but under their "magic claws", they will soon be exhausted, and these people may have eaten pastries not long ago.

Can you hold on?

support!

But you made me put down the chopsticks?

no way!

Even if I agree, my body won't agree!

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