The American Scripture

The strong wind and heavy rain outside lasted for more than six hours, and finally it gradually became a bit smaller. Looking at the sky outside, it was gloomy, as if it was just when night was approaching. Marcus's clothes are dried. He looked at Zhen Fan and Rachel and smiled and said, "You still can't go back for the time being. Why don't you just live here? Also... I still have some stock here, so I can make a rich and delicious dinner.

Zhen Fan looked at the sky, and if he held it back today, Rachel would definitely catch a cold. He was not afraid of a cold. Rachel wouldn't have any problems with him. This is how to walk in the rain, which is not wise to say. Although the rain is a bit smaller, the vision is still unclear.

"It looks like I'm going to spend the night here!" Zhen Fan said back to Rachel, "What do you think?"

Rachel looked outside, turned to look at Zhen Fan, and shook his head: "We have gone too far, and... this kind of weather, well, we will stay here tonight. But... Mr. Nelson , I'm going to disturb you!" This sentence was said to Gris after turning around, with a look of sorry.

"Don't talk about it, little guy, sometimes I stay here too, but I feel a little lonely here. There is nothing here, only my set of cooking things. Want to try my craft?" Marku Si stood up and found a set of kitchenware from a small cabinet in the living room.

There is no electricity here, and then the fire light chatting is okay, but it is not enough to prepare dinner. The model also has an oil lamp, covered with glass, lit and hung on the ceiling. Suddenly there was a lot of light in the room. Marcus also took out marinated venison packed in plastic bags from the cabinet. He moved the venison to the table.

"White ass!"

"What?" Rachel looked at Marcus in reflection, with a look of confusion, Zhen Fan also looked over, Marcus was taking out a meat cutter and cutting venison.

"It means the American red deer. The deer that runs the most on the grasslands of Montana. The aboriginals here used to call this deer. It is huge and has good meat quality. I hunt a few deer every day. Then I marinated their meat. I also hid some of them here. Packed it in a bag, sealed it, and evacuated the air. It can be stored for about a month."

"Do we need barbecue or..." Zhen Fan walked over and asked, "If it is barbecue, my craftsmanship is not bad, so...I can help, instead of being a person waiting for dinner!"

"Zhen—" Rachel was a little embarrassed to say that, and stepped forward to help. Actually, there was nothing to do, just cut off the venison, and then inserted it with a fork. Watching Marcus cut the venison, Rachel inserted the meat and handed the fork to Zhen Fan. Zhen Fan was roasting by the fireplace.

The venison was constantly kissed by the tongue of fire, watching the oil on it constantly squeaking sound, the oil shines, and slowly becomes browned, there is no extra seasoning, just the salt and venison marinated. The oil permeates each other, and then it has an unusual fragrance.

The scent piqued the taste of Rachel and Marcus, and both of them couldn't help swallowing. Obviously, Zhen Fan's craftsmanship is indeed good. This subverted Rachel's perception. Anyway, in Los Angeles, she had never seen Zhen Fan as a chef, and she could not think of such a good craftsmanship. If Belinda was here, she wouldn't say so, because she had dinner made by Zhen Fan and was very impressed.

"How did you do it?" Marcus asked Zhen Fan while raising his fork gnawing on venison, "It's not easy to make venison, especially when there is only salt in grilled venison. Anyway, he After doing so many times, the taste can only barely be swallowed each time, and it can only satisfy the hunger, which is far from tasting delicious.

"I don't know. Just now you all watched me baking. I didn't have any secrets, let alone any secret recipe. That's it!" Zhen Fan handed Rachel a fork, and a large piece of deer was on the fork. In the end, Zhen Fan started to enjoy his own piece of meat. It was not very big, but it was enough to eat.

This is Rachel's second piece. While she was chewing, she looked at Zhen Fan with slanted eyes. Looking at Marcus again, he is also gnawing on the third piece, and his belly looks a little bigger. Zhen Fan was very elegant, but he never stopped talking. To do this, Rachel asked herself a little difficult.

After eating, Rachel packed up, and then Marcus put the things away again, and smiled at Zhen Fan and Rachel: "You are really a gift from God to me. I thought it was a lonely night again, but Unexpectedly your coming, let me enjoy a meal that I have never enjoyed before. I really don’t know what to do if I become addicted."

"We may meet here again, unless you want to drive me away!" Zhen Fan smiled, "We can fish here, you know... I am not only good at roasting venison, but also grilling fish."

"That's great, I was thinking just now, in order to repay your roast venison, I plan to sell this lake to you. It seems that my plan is going to be revised!" Marcus laughed. It seems very proud.

Zhen Fan was immediately embarrassed. He looked at Marcus and said, "You won't be serious, are you? Actually... I won't take advantage of others. If you don't sell, just allow me to come and play. That's it. Of course... if you want to sell to me, I'm always very welcome!"

"That's not cheap!"

"As long as it can be bought with money, it is very cheap!" Zhen Fan smiled, "But venison like you can't be bought with money, Marcus...I think I can treat you as Friends!"

"Because you ate my venison?" Marcus laughed, "I like you, kid, you may be a rich man — oh, damn, every Chinese who appears here seems to be very rich , But you are one of the rich people who can make me like it better. Okay, I will consider buying a lake!"

"Thank you!" Zhen Fan nodded, and then the three of them chatted about some things about the ranch, the lake, and the fishing. In short, the talk was pretty good, and Zhen Fan was able to say a word or two. , Mainly because Marcus’s talk is very good, this old man has been lonely here for too long!

Until the night was deep, when the rain was lighter, Rachel couldn’t stand it, she wanted to sleep, and the only room was left for her. Fortunately, the beddings were clean, and she had a good night’s sleep. , It’s okay to go back tomorrow to make up for it. And Zhen Fan and Marcus slept in chairs by the fireplace.

The next morning, when Rachel opened her eyes, she walked to the living room to see that the fire in the fireplace was still hot, but the two men were gone. She arranged her clothes in surprise, and then looked outside. , I only saw the old and the young fishing on the lake.

"Zhen, we are going home, we didn't call Jack last night!" Rachel walked over and said to Zhen Fan. But Marcus made a silent gesture at Rachel.

Rachel shrugged and had to look at Zhen Fan. Zhen Fan whispered: "We are adding food to the breakfast. If you talk again, the fish will run out." As soon as the words fell, I felt that a fish was biting. He suddenly mentioned a huge water pattern. Turning over in the water, Marcus screamed.

"It's a big fish, definitely more than fifty pounds!"

It is indeed over fifty pounds. The fishing rod is very resilient, but the fish’s strength is not small. It froze with Zhen Fan in the water, and finally experienced incisively. When being dragged to the shore, Marcus ignored the cold. After jumping down, he hugged the fish in one hand, and finally Zhen Fan also jumped into the water and dragged the fish up together.

Most of them are tall, probably four or five feet tall, a very plump and big mountain trout. Marcus hugged the fish and went ashore. His mouth couldn't close together with a smile. He tried to lift the fish to Zhen Fan, but he was struggling by the fish and he didn't dare to lift it too high: "I have never seen this before. Big mountain trout, your luck is so good!"

"It's our luck, because it will soon be delicious fish in BBQ City. I promise it will taste much more delicious than venison." The two took the fish, and they didn't want to fish anymore. Carrying the fish, he walked towards the wooden house, and asked Rachel to take a few photos with his mobile phone, including the one by Marcus holding the fish alone.

When Zhen Fan cleaned up the fish, Rachel packed up the fishing tackle of two people, and Marcus salted the fish. The three people divided the work. Soon, there was a fire in the fireplace again, and the three people sat around the fireplace again. After eating the barbecue, Marcus suddenly called, then raised a hand.

"I remember, I still hid a good bottle of wine here, God, I didn't remember it last night!" Marcus stood up with a regretful look, went to the cabinet by the living room and fumbled for a long time. , Finally found a bottle of absinthe, which was once the favorite of old Jack!

"Old Jack likes this wine very much!" Marcus raised the wine in his hand, and then laughed, "Unfortunately he is not here today, otherwise, I can ask him to drink two glasses!" After looking at Rachel, "Do you need a drink?"

"Need!" Rachel watched Zhen Fan staring at her with disbelief and stubborn temper, and immediately said, "I used to drink this kind of wine, but my father didn't let me drink too much. I can drink. Strong drink!" Rachel stated that she was not afraid of drinking.

But in fact, after the first cup, she was a little confused, feeling a little dizzy, Zhen Fan shook her head and laughed ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ raised the wine glass and Marcus toast. A Zhen Fan who can fish, barbecue, know how to be polite, and speak kindly, definitely left a very good impression on Marcus.

After having breakfast and feeding the two horses with fodder, Zhen Fan and Marcus bid farewell. At this time, the weather became more gloomy, as if it was even more gloomy than yesterday, so when they went out, Marcus looked like A worried look.

When Zhen Fan and Rachel turned on their horses, Marcus patted their horse's ass, felt the horse, and waved to Zhen Fan and said loudly, "Hurry up and go back, before today’s rain has fallen. !"

"Goodbye, Marcus, thank you very much for your hospitality!" Zhen Fan waved, and then drove the horse and Rachel quickly towards the house. Marcus looked at the sky with a worried expression on his face.

At this time, the TV in Old Jack's house was on, and the real-time weather forecast was being broadcast on the TV.

Near the small town of Lecce, Montana, huge thick clouds have appeared, and tornado storms are likely to occur. Old Jack's door had been opened, and there was no one in the room. He drove the car in the direction where Zhen Fan and Rachel left, galloping without hesitation! RS

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