Yang Geyong of Zhao Linger's school is naturally familiar with it. Although she has always been so lukewarm that she has no smiles in the past few months, Yang Geyong has not taken it to heart. In his consciousness, women are a very troublesome creature. He is not in the mood to figure out her psychology, just treat her well.

Seeing Yang Geyong, Zhao Ling'er just nodded lightly. She seemed to be with a classmate whom she met every day. Her expression was full of alienation.

Yang Geyong raised the horse boots in his hand: "Ling'er, see if this is beautiful?"

Zhao Ling'er took it, and a hint of joy appeared in her eyes. After all, she was a girl, so how could she not like these?

"Go home with me! It's been so long since we've seen each other, let's go and make something delicious." Yang Geyong directly grabbed her hand. Zhao Ling'er struggled for a while, but Yang Geyong did not let go, and Zhao Ling'er followed him home half-swer.

They returned to the house where Rose rented. Yang Geyong had nothing to do today, so he bought some mutton for them to barbecue. The red willow thorns were everywhere in the northern border, and Yang Geyong had them in his car. Sometimes he stopped halfway and would barbecue some meat by himself.

Mainlanders need to marinate the mutton in advance when barbecue, so that the roasted meat will be tender and eaten. In fact, what everyone doesn’t know is that truly good mutton does not need to be marinated. One of the meat that needs to be marinated is not fresh, and the other is that the meat is not good.

Grilled lamb requires the lamb meat from that year, which is the lamb meat called by people from the North Xinjiang barbecue kebabs. Such meat is tender, so it is directly served on the shelf and then sprinkled with seasonings to ensure that the meat is extremely tender.

Also, everyone may know that barbecue is made of carbon fire, but only the people in northern Xinjiang know that their barbecue are made of coal. Xinjiang's anthracite has a low ignition point, and the real good coal can be lit with a match. Although the ignition point is low, it is resistant to burning.

Cut the meat and see it was almost dark. I knew that Sister Rose would be back soon. Yang Geyong lit the fire. When the coal turned red, Yang Geyong put the big string on it.

People from Northern Xinjiang have never cut the meat into the size of a fingernail. People think it is difficult. The meat must be half a matchbox size. This way, the meat can be roasted so that the meat can be crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

The outside of the meat cubes must be slightly browned. Then sprinkle salt and wait until the salt melts and begins to seep into the meat. Then there is pepper noodles, cumin noodles, and the soul of the northern Xinjiang barbecue, that is, cumin noodles. This kind of seasoning seems to be available only in northern Xinjiang.

At this time, the meat starts to smell strange, and then bite it in your mouth while it is hot. The hot oil explodes in your mouth, and then you get drunk. You can get drunk without drinking, it smells so good.

Yang Geyong first handed Zhao Ling'er a bunch. Zhao Ling'er bit off a piece and started eating it. Her eyes narrowed slightly. She hadn't eaten this taste for a long time.

It’s not that Shi Hezi didn’t sell barbecue, but that there was no barbecue from Yang Geyong. At this time, Rose walked in and shouted: “Why is it so delicious? So you made barbecue?”

Zhao Ling'er was about to say hello when she suddenly saw Rose wearing boots like hers on her feet, and her expression suddenly became dim. Rose didn't pay attention to this, so she ran over and took a bunch of them and started gnawing.

Yang Geyong also roasted two big waists for himself. He was directly in half, and there was a thick layer of fat on the outside. At this time, the fat had been roasted, and the lamb oil fell into the fire, making a stinging sound, and then the fragrance came to his nose.

Yang Geyong did not share this with the two women. Instead, he swallowed it into his stomach. He needed something that could turn into combat power!

People in northern Xinjiang cannot live without wine when eating barbecue. Yang Geyong has never stopped drinking in his car. He likes the sweet taste, which is not even good at wine.

The two women also drank a lot. After the meal was over, it was already twelve o'clock. They were too lazy to clean the table, and the three of them entered the house in a dizzy state. Rose went to her house alone to sleep, so naturally Yang Geyong could not fall asleep. He still had work to finish.

Maybe they haven't been together for a long time. Zhao Ling'er was a little resistant, but under Yang Geyong's hands, she quickly became a mud. The most effective way to resolve conflicts between lovers is the most primitive method.

After a while, both of them were sweating. The little alcohol was gone. Zhao Ling'er lay on Yang Geyong's chest and blamed: "You are so cruel. Have you not come to see me for so long?"

Yang Geyong smiled, he didn't say that I have always come and you don't want to pay attention to me. Don't reason with women, their reasoning is only to talk to outsiders. You never need to be reasonable. When she really starts to reason with you, it means that your relationship is almost as estranged as outsiders.

"Isn't this always busy? The raw materials have been rising prices. I want to hoard them in the shortest time, so that I will make a profit myself." Yang Geyong explained.

Zhao Ling'er pouted, full of grievances. "I just know how to make money, I just know how to listen to the stinky Ye Yuze's words. I don't take me seriously at all."

This is her biggest knot. In fact, she is not dissatisfied with Ye Yuze. She even called Ye Yuze to complain about this, but Ye Yuze hung up the phone with a "pretentious" sentence.

Yang Geyong reached out to touch her back, pondered for a while before answering: "Listen to Ye Yuze's words, because his pattern is really something we can't compare to. And he has always regarded us as brothers, and you actually know this better than me."

Zhao Ling'er pursed her lips, trying to refute but couldn't speak. She knew that no matter who had something to do with Yang Geyong, as long as Ye Yuze knew, she would let go of everything and run over without hesitation. She suddenly felt embarrassed to look at Yang Geyong's eyes and felt guilty for her little personality.

But of course I wouldn't admit defeat. I suddenly remembered the leather boots on Rose's feet: "Then you know how to make money all day long. Our people have enough money. Why do you earn so much? Do you buy things for other women?"

Yang Geyong was too lazy to argue with her, and when he turned over, he pressed her under him. The effect of the big waist had not yet passed. "The passbook is in the bag, you can take it away tomorrow, anyway, the money is all yours."

Zhao Ling'er no longer cares about anything else, the fire on her body has already started to burn. In fact, no matter what era, the most effective way to coax women is to give her all your money. This is more effective than any good words.

But with the changes of the times, more and more men no longer have the habit of giving money to their wives. Their spare time is too rich. If a family, no matter men and women, starts to live on their own, then the family will be on the verge of collapse.
Chapter completed!