Chapter 775 Gift (4)
Zhang Guanghang went back to his room to sleep as he did yesterday, and did his homework after waking up. The only difference is that he spent a shorter time doing homework this time. He only wrote for more than half an hour before sneaking into the kitchen again.
Xia Mubing had already figured it out. He set up a campfire like a picnic on the flat road outside the kitchen and was baking pancakes like a barbecue.
True scones.
The bonfire was very big, but the fire was very small. Only a small cluster of weak flames swayed in the wind, looking weak, pitiful and helpless. Jiang Feng could judge from the burning firewood scattered on the side, which was obviously pulled out, that such a small fire should be controlled intentionally by Xia Mubing.
Xia Mubing sat on the low bench, leaning forward, holding a thick-skinned pancake with both hands, staring at the pancake in his hands, letting the pancake move slowly over the flames.
"Master." Zhang Guanghang called.
Xia Mubing then noticed Zhang Guanghang and gave him a look. His eyes soon returned to the cake: "Have you finished your homework?"
"It's finished."
"That's just right. You go to the photo studio to get some photos." Xia Mubing ordered. He moved his body up and moved the bench under his buttocks, changed the direction, and continued to bake pancakes with difficulty.
"Master." Zhang Guanghang felt that the thing Xia Mubing was holding was a pancake, not a pie, and his intuition told him that scones were not baked this way. "Is this how scones are baked?"
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Jiang Feng felt that Xia Mubing rolled his eyes. Maybe he wanted to roll his eyes. Jiang Feng noticed this thought, so he felt that he had rolled his eyes.
"I would rather bake it in a pot. The pie you want is so big and the crust is so thick. How can I bake it in a pot?"
"I told you last year that I wanted you to buy an oven, but you insisted that it was useless." Zhang Guanghang expressed his grievance.
"That thing is so expensive and costs thousands each. Why should I buy it?" Xia Mubing said angrily.
"When I went to the department store the day before yesterday, I saw that the price of ovens was reduced."
Xia Mubing:……
"It's no use even if the price is reduced. Why buy that thing?" Xia Mubing waved his hand to Zhang Guanghang and motioned for him to go to the photo studio to get the photos quickly.
Seeing that he failed to sell Amway, Zhang Guanghang had no choice but to give up and go to get the photos. He was stopped by Xia Mubing after taking only two steps.
"Is the oven really that useful?"
Jiang Feng:?
Zhang Guanghang:! ! !
"It's easy to use. Master, it's really easy to use. If you buy an oven, you don't have to sit here and use the fire like now..."
"Go get the photo."
"Oh."
Zhang Guanghang walked towards the photo studio.
Fenyuan is actually not that far from the photo studio. We took a detour from the vegetable market this morning. If we go straight, we can get there in just twenty minutes.
The photo studio is still the same as it was in the morning, with an old signboard and a listless owner sitting at the door waiting for business. There are no customers and there is no legendary makeup artist. There are only a few styles that are relatively clean but old and unoriginal. They look quite Some period-flavored clothes hang quietly in the store.
The boss still remembered Zhang Guanghang. When he saw him coming, he took the initiative to help Zhang Guanghang get the photos before Zhang Guanghang could say anything.
"Here, here are the photos you and your grandpa took this morning. Collect them. This photo was taken very well. It's very touching. If you and your grandpa want to take pictures next time, remember to come to my house." The boss said enthusiastically. , trying to attract potential repeat customers for themselves who don’t know whether they will come.
Zhang Guanghang took the photo and stood outside the photo studio staring at the photo in the summer sunshine. Jiang Feng also stepped forward to look at it together.
In fact, the boss was right, this photo is really very touching.
An old man with a serious face in dark clothes and a mixed-race blond boy with a colorful and rustic dress and a sweet smile, one old and one young, sitting and standing. In this photo, there is an inexplicable harmony and feeling. Jiang Feng felt that if this was a black and white photo and it was slightly aged, it would definitely be included in a textbook.
Jiang Feng noticed that Zhang Guanghang had been staring at Xia Mubing's hand in the photo.
Following his gaze, Jiang Feng was surprised to find that Xia Mubing's hands were clenched into small fists due to excessive nervousness, and were placed on his legs in a posture that seemed natural but was actually very uncomfortable.
Such small details cannot be seen without looking carefully.
Zhang Guanghang stared at the photo for a long time, then turned back to the owner of the photo studio and said: "Thank you, boss. I think this photo is very good. I will definitely come to your place next time I take a photo."
The boss was so happy to hear Zhang Guanghang say this. He wanted to take out some advanced equipment to record Zhang Guanghang's segment, and set up a TV set in front of the store to play it in a loop. This proved that his photography skills are awesome. Foreign friends all commented after taking the photos. good.
Zhang Guanghang left the photo studio.
After leaving the photo studio, he did not go back to Fenyuan immediately. Instead, he took a detour to a store that looked well decorated, like a grocery store but not like a grocery store, and bought a jar of strawberry jam. After buying the jam, he walked away. Rushing to Fenyuan with brisk steps.
After returning to Fenyuan, Zhang Guanghang did not go straight to the kitchen immediately. Instead, he deliberately took a detour to avoid the kitchen and headed towards his room. After returning to the room, Zhang Guanghang put the jam on the desk, put the photo on the desk, turned it over with the back facing up, picked up the gel pen and started writing behind the photo.
Seeing that the tip of the pen was about to land on the photo, Zhang Guanghang stopped his hand again, put down the pen, rummaged through the cabinet, and found a very delicate and expensive pen.
After filling the pen with ink and trying to write normally, Zhang Guanghang picked up the pen again and wrote a sentence on the photo.
Avoirchaqueanniversaireavecmongrand-père.
Jiang Feng didn't understand. The buff of Saffron Chicken had long since stayed in his memory for so long.
After finishing writing, Zhang Guanghang picked up the photo, blew a few breaths and let it dry for a while, then put the photo in his pocket, picked up the jam, and trotted towards the kitchen.
Xia Mubing's apple pie is ready.
It’s just that this apple pie doesn’t look much like an apple pie.
If he had to, Jiang Feng would call it a work of art.
Perhaps because Zhang Guanghang's previous description was not very specific, Xia Mubing had a wrong impression of the appearance of the apple pie, mistakenly thinking that the top stripes of the apple pie were knife flowers, so Xia Mubing put this portion After the thick-crust scones with apple filling are baked, use a knife to score the surface.
It's not the kind of ugly stripes that kids make when they cut haphazardly on the pie, it's the kind of cut that looks really good, like a fruit platter.
Jiang Feng was stunned when he saw this apple pie.
Zhang Guanghang was also dumbfounded.
Seeing Zhang Guanghang's expression, Xia Mubing thought that his apple pie was very successful and outstanding, so he made his young apprentice look stupid and even felt a little complacent.
"Actually, this pie is not that difficult. You can make it without an oven. There is no need to buy an oven at all." Xia Mubing said calmly, rubbing his sore wrist casually.
Zhang Guanghang:...
Seeing that Zhang Guanghang didn't speak for a long time, Xia Mubing felt something was wrong and asked: "What? Is there any problem?"
"No problem. Master, you made this apple pie very well. I have never seen such a beautiful apple pie before."
Xia Mubing was satisfied.
"How to eat this thing? Should you eat it directly or cut it up?" Xia Mubing asked.
"Cut it and eat it, but before you eat it, master, please wait a moment. I want to write a few words on it." Zhang Guanghang then 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 into the jam and slowly traced words 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. It may be that he originally thought of it but was so amazed by Xia Mubing that he simply forgot about it.
Because Xia Mubing thoughtfully made beautiful knives on the pie, it became particularly difficult for Zhang Guanghang to trace the characters on the bottom of the spoon, and the characters traced out were also extremely abstract, and it was basically impossible to tell what the characters were. It wasn't until Zhang Guanghang finished describing it that Xia Mubing could barely tell that these four words should mean happy birthday.
Xia Mubing was stunned when he recognized these four words.
Seeing that Xia Mubing recognized it, Zhang Guanghang smiled happily, moved his hand towards Xia Mubing, took out the photo from his pocket and put it on the table.
"Master, happy birthday."
Xia Mubing didn't expect that Zhang Guanghang wanted to eat pie and take pictures for his birthday. He didn't know what to say for a moment. He looked a little at a loss and even a little shy, but he couldn't express it in front of his apprentice. Revealing these, he could only forcefully change the expression on his face to look indifferent and serious.
Unfortunately, his hands still betrayed him.
"What are you doing with all this nonsense? Didn't you say that this pie is cut and eaten? I'll get a knife and cut it." After saying that, Xia Mubing went to find the knife.
With a large sharp kitchen knife and a few clean and powerful knives, in a few breaths, the pie on the table, which was called a birthday cake, was cut into several pieces just like a birthday cake.
Apart from the appearance that doesn’t look like a pie, Xia Mubing’s pie is actually pretty good.
When he made the first cut, the apple filling inside couldn't wait to flow down the cut. It was thick, sticky, and steaming, like a waterfall of jam rushing out.
If this scene was made into an animated picture and posted on WeChat Moments late at night, it would probably be blocked by many friends.
Zhang Guanghang wanted to say something more to celebrate Xia Mubing's birthday, but he was stopped by a piece of pie handed over by Xia Mubing that was still dripping with applesauce. He ate it while exhaling. It obviously tasted quite good.
No child can say no to sweets.
Especially the sweets made by Xia Mubing.
Xia Mubing himself cut a very small piece. Most of the piece was made of pie crust, with only a little bit of jam. He chewed it carefully in his hand and ate it slowly.
The crust baked slowly over low heat will not be as crispy on the outside and tender on the inside as a real pie, and will taste softer. The crust of the pie made by Xia Mubing is more like a scone, a thick crust. It is evenly and slowly roasted over low heat to bring out all the aroma of wheat, making it very chewy.
This also makes it difficult to eat with his teeth.
Just as Xia Mubing was chewing the flatbread with difficulty, he suddenly wondered about the taste.
No, today is his birthday. Zhang Guanghang celebrated his birthday. Why did it cost him money to take the photos and make the pie himself?
Whose birthday is it?
Xia Mubing thought so and said so.
"It's my birthday today, why am I making this pie and paying for the photos?" Xia Mubing looked at Zhang Guanghang, who had already eaten half of his face.
Zhang Guanghang smiled at Xia Mubing. In fact, the smile itself was good, but paired with the half of his face, it looked a bit silly.
"Originally I wanted to make a pie for Master, but we don't have an oven in the kitchen."
Xia Mubing looked at Zhang Guanghang angrily, feeling deeply that he had suffered a big loss today. He reached out and took out a handkerchief from Zhang Guanghang's pocket. He wiped his face with a handkerchief that was not gentle or even rough, and wiped half of it on his face. Wipe off face jam.
"You are already thirteen years old, but you are still eating a little bit mushy like you did two years ago, and you don't mind the heat."
The word "hot" has an extremely high pitch.
The fog began to form, and Jiang Feng gradually began to lose sight of everything around him.
He looked at Zhang Guanghang until he couldn't see the smile on his face.
The smile of a young man.
Jiang Feng left his memory. (End of chapter)