Needless to say, Lei Guangzong was frightened and intimidated!
He is a bird-loving person who loves birds. Although he comes into contact with larks and thrushes most often, he has some understanding of other birds, and the pair of birds in front of him are far beyond his cognitive scope. The song is like a sledgehammer, bang bang bang, smashing into pieces all the bird life views he has established over more than 50 years.
"This... you raised this, did you train it?"
Lei Guangzong held Wang Leshan's hand tightly, his eyes seemed to be cannibalistic.
Wang Leshan was a little embarrassed to be caught and looked at like this, but he still nodded seriously.
Lei Guangzong's eyes were full of light: "Then besides myna, can you train other birds? For example, I am a lark, can you help me train it?"
Wang Leshan said: "It is definitely impossible to train a lark to speak, but if it is trained to sing some melodies with bird sounds, it should be no problem."
Hearing this, the light in Lei Guangzong's eyes became even brighter, and he asked again: "Can you train me in the accent of Peking Opera or Kun Opera?"
Wang Leshan had some sweat on his forehead and said, "I don't know about this, I'll try my best."
"good!"
Lei Guangzong handed the bird cage directly to Wang Leshan and said: "As long as you train my bird, the yard will be handed over to me. I guarantee that you will be satisfied. If not, modify it until you are satisfied!"
When he thought of his lark opening his mouth to play Peking Opera and Kunqu Opera, Lei Guangzong felt as if he was flying into the sky. It was an absolute enjoyment, and it was impossible for his ancestors to enjoy it!
"I'll try my best to help you train it."
Wang Leshan said something and patted the bad thing on the shoulder, causing it to grab the birdcage and fly to the window of the cabin.
"Hey, that's a nice bird."
Seeing this, Lei Guangzong couldn't help but praise again, turned to Wang Leshan, pointed to the open space over there, and asked: "The small courtyard is going to be built over there, right? Let me tell you the general situation. "
This Lei Guangzong is a person who does what he says without procrastination. When it comes to serious matters, his whole aura is a little different. When he was carrying the birdcage, he looked like an old man and a young man. When he got down to business, he exuded a kind of persuasiveness. Just standing here, this man seemed to have the words "Master of Architecture" written all over his body.
Seeing this, Wang Leshan explained the general situation. After hearing this, Lei Guangzong turned around and walked towards the wasteland over there, measuring the ground with his steps, squinting his eyes and making gestures with his thumb, and slightly sticking out his tongue. I don't know if I was measuring the wind direction or the humidity, but then I took out another watch in my hand and started walking around the wasteland. If I hadn't known that he was a master architect, I would have thought he was a Feng Shui master who came to Kanyu to find his pulse.
"Huh? Why does that person look familiar?"
At this time, Bai Laoye, Lao Wang and his mother came back after visiting the farm. Bai Laoye saw the people on the wasteland, squinted his eyes and asked Wang Leshan: "That person, is he the same style?" The descendant of Lei?”
When Wang Leshan heard this, he was stunned for a moment, nodded, and said: "It is indeed Master Lei, does Mr. Bai know him?"
Bai Lao stroked his beard and said: "I have an old friend who designed the yard of his house. I met him once, and his attire is easy to recognize. The descendant of Shi Lei has been walking around the country in the past few years, and even more Not everyone can be invited. Is your invitation to him related to the farmhouse you just mentioned?"
Seeing Wang Leshan nodding, Mr. Bai smiled faintly and said, "Please ask Shi Fang Lei to design the building, plus Fan Mingwei as the chef, and Squirrel as the waiter. It seems that your farmhouse is not simple."
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 a little about the unique term "Zi Shi Lei". Even if they didn't know what had happened to Shi Shi Lei over the years, they still knew about it. In this way, Shilei designed buildings specifically for the royal family during the Qing Dynasty. It can be seen from this that Wang Leshan's handiwork is such a masterpiece!
"Leshan, it's time to have dinner."
Fan Mingwei walked out. He had already met Fan Yao and knew that Lei Guangzong had gone to see the wasteland at this moment. He checked the time and found that it was time for lunch.
Wang Leshan nodded and led everyone to sit down at the table that had been set up.
In the middle one, Ye Lao, Bai Lao, Hui Aunt, Lin Mu, Wang Fu, Wang Mu, Zhao Zhuying, plus Lei Guangzong who was called from there, Wang Leshan took the last seat, leaving one spot vacant for Fan Mingwei.
Ye Yunpeng and his wife, Cheng Liren and his wife, Lin Xiaohu, Cheng Liying, Fan Yao, and Song Zuer sat at the same table, accompanied by Wang Dabao.
Nan Sheng and her team sat at a table.
The remaining people, such as Wang Qingsong, Xiaoya Fatty, Li Hongqingqing and others, gathered at a table. This table was close to the cabin, and sometimes they needed to stand up to help.
The dishes on every table were the same. Six cold dishes were brought out by the squirrels, including fried dried fish, white-chopped pheasant, shredded white radish, boiled edamame, boiled clams, and a cucumber platter.
These seemingly simple six cold dishes are not simple. Except for the mud clams that are bought outside, the rest are all from the farm. The ingredients alone are absolutely top-notch.
Dried fish is fish from fish ponds, a mixture of several kinds of fish. When fried, it is golden in color and has a fragrant aroma. Wang Leshan specially asked Fan Mingwei to kill the pheasants. 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, the shredded radish and boiled edamame are authentic.
Even the mud clams were bought and raised in Lingshui for several days. The minced ginger in the seasoning was also from a high-end vegetable garden, not to mention that it was blanched by Chef Fan, and it was absolutely just right.
What is more worth mentioning is the cucumber platter. When you first look at it, no one can tell that it is a cucumber because... Chef Fan slices, shreds, and slices the cucumbers into various shapes, plus the thickness and color. He used his hands, which were not very clever at all, to spell out a picture with cucumbers on the plate. There were mountains and birds, and there was a lake at the foot of the mountain. There was a small boat on the lake, and there were people on the boat holding poles... .
What a wonderful idea, a marvelous workmanship!
Even Wang Leshan found it incredible when he saw it.
Who would be willing to eat such a cold dish
In addition to these cold dishes, there is also a bunch of cucumber juice and two bottles of "Ask the Blue Sky" on the table.
The first hot dish is fried rice cake. The rice cake is made from spiritual rice. The ingredients include cabbage and a little carrot. The three colors of white, green and orange are bright. Even before it is served on the table, the aroma is already overflowing. Everyone is patient. I couldn't help but swallow.
Putting a chopstick into your mouth, the aroma fills your mouth; taking a bite, it is glutinous but not sticky; swallowing it, a sense of reality fills your whole body.
When the four squirrel brothers served the second plate of hot dishes, the large plate of rice cakes had already been emptied, not even the leaves were left. They put down the second plate of hot dishes and glanced at the people on the table, as if Saying "Another group of foodies".
The second hot dish was braised taro. The size of the taro pieces inside was almost the same, which showed 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 won't fall off. It's soft in the mouth, and when you take a bite, at least five or six different but non-conflicting flavors come out of this taro. Coupled with the original taste of the thick juice, they complement each other and make people feel as if what they eat in this bite is not taro, but all the flavors of life. Same, it doesn’t need to be delicious, the key is that it’s unique, it’s so unique.
The third hot dish is corn braised pork ribs, the fourth dish is fried wild eggs with tomatoes, the fifth dish is fried meat with water chestnuts, the sixth dish is... the tenth dish is sweet and sour carp.
Almost every dish can be said to be home-cooked, but the ingredients are definitely not home-cooked. Coupled with the blessing of Chef Fan, every home-cooked dish has a special taste, and the degree of deliciousness is far beyond anything they have ever tasted. Delicacies from mountains and sea. Everyone had given up their identity at this moment and started eating. They chose to forget all the etiquette and courtesy at the banquet at the right time. Everyone was the same.
Each dish was definitely plentiful, but under their "claws", it was all gone quickly, and these people had all eaten pastries not long ago.
Can you hold on
support!
But you want me to put down my chopsticks
no way!
Even if I agree, my body won’t agree!
(End of chapter)