v3 Chapter 771： Gift (4)

Zhang Guanghang went back to the house to sleep like yesterday, and did his homework after waking up. The only difference is that he did his homework this time in a relatively short time, probably only more than half an hour before slipping into the kitchen.

Xia Mucheng has figured it out. He has set up a campfire like a picnic on the flat surface outside the kitchen, and is baking cakes like barbecue.

True scones.

The bonfire was very big, but the fire was very small. There was only a small cluster of faint flames swaying in the wind, looking weak, pitiful and helpless. Jiang Feng could be scattered from the side, and burned a piece of wood that was obviously drawn out. Judging by such a small fire, Xia Mucheng had deliberately controlled it.

Xia Mucheng sat on the low bench, body forward, holding the thick-skinned cake with both hands, staring at the cake in his hand, letting the cake move a little bit on the flame and slowly bake it.

"Master." Zhang Guanghang called out.

Xia Mucheng only noticed Zhang Guanghang and gave him a look, and soon his eyes returned to the cake: "Have you finished your homework?"

"It's finished."

"That's right, you go to the photo studio to get the photos." Xia Mucheng commanded, lifting the bench under the buttocks, changing directions, and then struggling to scone.

"Master." Zhang Guanghang felt that the thing Xia Muchen was holding was a pie, not a pie, and his instinct told him that scones were not baked like this, "Is scones baked like this?"

Jiang Feng felt that Xia Musheng rolled his eyes, maybe he wanted to roll his eyes, this idea was noticed by Jiang Feng, so he thought he had rolled his eyes.

"I want to bake it in a pot. What kind of pie you want is so big and the skin is so thick. How can you bake it in a pot?"

"I told you last year that I asked you to buy an oven. You must say that the thing is useless." Zhang Guanghang expressed his grievance.

"That thing is so expensive that it is thousands of pieces, why should I buy it?" Xia Mucheng said in a bad mood.

"When I went to the department store the day before yesterday, I saw the price of the oven dropped."

Xia Musheng:...

"It's useless if the price is lowered. Why do you buy that stuff?" Xia Mucheng waved to Zhang Guanghang and motioned him to go to the photo studio to get the photo.

Zhang Guanghang saw that he had failed to sell Amway, so he could only give up, go get the photo, and was stopped by Xia Mucheng within two steps.

"The oven is really that easy to use?"

Jiang Feng:?

Chapter Guanghang:! ! !

"It's easy to use, Master is really easy to use. If you buy an oven, you don't have to sit here and use fire like you do now..."

"Go get the photo."

"Oh."

Zhang Guanghang walked towards the photo studio.

Fenyuan is actually not far from the photo studio. It was a detour from the vegetable market this morning. If you go straight, you will be there in only 20 minutes.

The photo studio is still the same in the morning, old signs, listless business owners sitting at the door waiting for the business, no guests, no legendary makeup artist, only a few are clean but the style is old and has nothing new, looks quite Clothes of some ages are hanging quietly in the store.

The boss still remembers Zhang Guanghang, and seeing him coming, before Zhang Guanghang could speak, he took the initiative to help her get the photo.

"Come on, here are the photos you and your grandfather took this morning. I put them away. The photos are very good and it feels great. If you and your grandpa want to take photos next time, remember to come to my house." The boss said enthusiastically. , And strive to attract potential repeat customers who don’t know if they will come.

Zhang Guanghang took the photo and stood outside the photo studio staring at the photo in the summer sun. Jiang Feng also leaned forward to look at it together.

Actually the boss made no mistake, this photo is really very emotional.

The old man with serious face in dark tie and the mixed-blood blond boy with colorful local style and sweet smile, one old and one young, sitting and standing one by one, in this picture is unexpectedly harmonious and inexplicable. Jiang Feng felt that if it was a black and white photo and made a little bit older, it would definitely be on the textbook.

Jiang Feng noticed that Zhang Guanghang had been staring at Xia Musun's hand in the photo.

Looking along with his gaze, Jiang Feng was surprised to find that Xia Mucheng's hand was clenched into a small fist because of too much tension, and he placed it on his leg in a seemingly natural but actually very uncomfortable posture.

This kind of small details can't be seen without looking carefully.

Zhang Guanghang stared at the photo for a long time, then turned around and said to the photo studio owner: "Thank you, boss, I think this photo was taken very well, I will definitely come to you next time I take a photo."

Hearing what Zhang Guanghang said, the boss was very happy, and he wanted to take out some advanced equipment to record Zhang Guanghang's passage, put a TV set at the entrance of the store and broadcast it in a loop, proving that his photographing skills were awesome, and foreign friends would say after taking pictures. it is good.

Zhang Guanghang left the photo studio.

After leaving the photo studio, he did not go back to Fenyuan for the first time, but took a detour to the one that looked good, like a grocery store and not like a grocery store, and bought a jar of strawberry jam. After buying the jam, he moved forward. Brisk pace to Fenyuan.

After returning to Fenyuan, Zhang Guanghang did not go straight to the back kitchen for the first time. Instead, he deliberately bypassed the back kitchen and walked towards his room. After returning to the room, Zhang Guanghang put the jam on the desk, and the photo on the desk, turned it over and the back was up, picking up the gel pen and lifting the pen to write behind the photo.

Seeing that the tip of the pen was about to fall on the photo, Zhang Guanghang's hand stopped again, put down the pen, flipped through the cabinet, and found a very delicate pen that was expensive at first glance.

Filled the pen with ink and tried to write normally before Zhang Guanghang picked up the pen again and wrote a sentence on the photo.

Avoirchaqueanniversaireavecmongrand-père.

Jiang Feng didn't understand, he had spent so long in his memory that the buff of Shafro Chicken had already passed.

After finishing writing, Zhang Guanghang picked up the photo, blew it to air for a while and waited for the ink to dry, then put the photo in his pocket, picked up the jam, and ran towards the kitchen.

Xia Mucheng’s apple pie is ready.

But this apple pie doesn't look like an apple pie.

If you insist, Jiang Feng would like to call it a work of art.

It may be because some of Zhang Guanghang’s descriptions were not very specific, which made Xia Mucheng have a wrong impression of the appearance of the apple pie, mistakenly thinking that the top bars of the apple pie were cut flowers, so Xia Mucheng was taking this one. After the thick crust scones with apple filling were baked, the surface was cut with a knife.

is not the kind of ugly streaks that children chopped and chopped on the pies, it is really very beautiful like a fruit platter.

Jiang Feng was stupid when he saw this apple pie.

Zhang Guanghang was also stupid.

Xia Mucheng looked at Zhang Guanghang’s expression, thinking that his apple pie was very successful and very good, so he was stupid to show his young apprentice, even a little self-satisfied.

"In fact, this pie is not that difficult. It can be made without an oven. There is no need to buy an oven at all." Xia Mucheng said indifferently, rubbing his sore wrist carelessly.

Chapter Guanghang:...

Seeing Zhang Guanghang's delay in speaking, Xia Muchen felt something was wrong, and asked, "What? Is there any problem?"

"No problem, Master, your apple pie is so good. I have never seen such a beautiful apple pie."

Xia Mucheng is satisfied.

"How to eat this stuff? Should I just grab it or cut it open?" Xia Mucheng asked.

"Cut and eat, but before you eat, please wait a minute, Master. I will write a few words on it." Zhang Guanghang remembered what he was going to do, put the jam on the table, and went to the kitchen to find a small spoon. .

Then Zhang Guanghang began to dip the bottom of the spoon in the jam, slowly writing on the pie. In fact, if you want to write on it, it is more convenient to use a piping bag, but Zhang Guanghang did not think of this layer, or it may be that he had originally thought of it but was so shocked by Xia Muyang that he directly forgot.

Because Xia Muchen thoughtfully opened the beautiful knife on the pie, it became particularly difficult for Zhang Guanghang to trace the characters on the bottom of the spoon. The characters described were also extremely abstract, and it was basically impossible to see what the characters were. It wasn't until Zhang Guanghang finished the description that Xia Muchen could barely tell that these four words should be happy birthday.

Xia Mu, who recognized these four words, was stunned.

Seeing Xia Mucheng recognized it, Zhang Guanghang smiled happily. He moved Pai Chao to Xia Mucheng, took out the photo from his pocket and placed it on the table.

"Master, happy birthday."

Xia Muchen did not expect that Zhang Guanghang wanted to eat pie, and he wanted to take photos for his birthday. He didn’t know what to say for a while, and looked a little confused and even a little shy, but he was not good at showing it to his apprentice. Expose these, can only abruptly pull the expression on his face into a calm and serious look.

It is a pity that his hands still betrayed him.

"What do you do with these empty heads? Didn't you say that this pie was cut and eaten? I went to get a knife and cut it." After saying that, Xia Mucheng went to find the knife.

A large sharp kitchen knife, a few clean and powerful knives, within a few breaths, the pie called birthday cake on the table was cut into several portions just like birthday cakes.

Get rid of the appearance that doesn't look like a pie. In fact, Xia Mucheng's pie is pretty good.

When he made the first cut, the apple filling inside could not wait to drip down the cut, thick and sticky, still steaming, like a jam waterfall rushing out.

If this scene is made into a moving picture and posted to Moments late at night, it is estimated that many friends will block it.

Zhang Guanghang wanted to say something to celebrate Xia Mucheng’s birthday, but he was blocked by a piece of pie still dripping applesauce from Xia Mucheng. He exhaled and ate it. Obviously it tasted pretty good.

No child will refuse sweets.

Especially sweets made by Xia Muchen.

Xia Mucheng cut a very small piece by himself. Most of the piece was pie crust with only a little jam. He chewed it carefully in his hand and ate it slowly.

The crust that is slowly baked over a low heat will not be as crispy on the outside and tender on the inside as the real pie, and it will taste softer. The crust of this pie made by Xia Mucheng is more like a scone, or a thick crust. After a low fire, evenly and slowly roasted, all the aroma of the wheat is roasted, which is very chewy.

This also makes it more difficult to stutter with his teeth.

Just when Xia Mucheng was trying to chew the flatbread, he suddenly figured out the taste.

Not right Today is his birthday. Zhang Guanghang celebrated his birthday. Why did he spend his money to take pictures? He made the pie by himself.

Who is celebrating his birthday?

Xia Musheng thought so, and said so.

"I am celebrating my birthday today. Why do I make this pie, and I pay for the photos?" Xia Mucheng looked at Zhang Guanghang, who had already eaten half of his face jam.

Zhang Guanghang smiled at Xia Mucheng. In fact, the smile itself was good, but it seemed a bit silly with his half-face jam.

"I originally wanted to make a pie for Master, but there is no oven in our kitchen."

Xia Mu sullenly looked at Zhang Guanghang, feeling deeply that he was in a big loss today. He reached out and took out a handkerchief from Zhang Guanghang's pocket. Wipe off the face jam.

"I'm already thirteen years old, and I still eat a little bit like the previous two years. You don't think it is too hot."

The tone of that word is extremely high.

Fog started, Jiang Feng began to lose sight of everything around him.

He looked at Zhang Guanghang until he could not see the smile on his face.

The laugh of a young man.

Jiang Feng left the memory.

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