Ma Long quickly stepped down the cellar and went to bring in the legendary Iberian ham.

Porter's face was bleak and he didn't dare to see him.

Chen Song knew that he felt distressed.

Gobl also knew it and said, "It's just a ham, Pastro, look at your appearance, it's really despising. Are you still a man?"

Porter smiled dismally, "Yes, just a ham, but have you eaten it?"

Chen Song nodded and said, "Of course, I have eaten a lot. I have liked to eat ham since I was a child. I started with ham sausages, and later when the conditions were improved, I ate big ham."

Gobl was quite envious: "What are the conditions in your family? Are you the one who produces money printing machines?"

Ma Long came up from the cellar, holding a big dry pig's leg in his hand.

Chen Song was stunned: "Oh, is this kind of Iberian ham? It's the same as Jinhua ham in our country."

I haven't eaten this.

This ham is very big and has a bad appearance. It is preserved with the meat and skin. The pig skin is gray-brown, dried and wrinkled, and even has black pig's trotters.

Fortunately, there is no hairy, so Chen Song can't eat anything with hairy. Of course, the food here is a real food, but it doesn't count if it's just a mouthful.

Of course, the mouth here refers to toothbrushes and the like.

The ham has been cut and eaten, and there is a waning moon-shaped leakage on the hind legs, revealing the red and white flesh inside.

Gobl rubbed his hands and said, "Is this Iberian ham? It's so cool, hurry up, guys, I can't wait."

Chen Song handed him a piece of paper.

Gobl pushed away: "I'm not a toilet, do I eat paper?"

Chen Song: "No, let you wipe the saliva from the corner of your mouth."

Porter took the ham and said, "I'll cut the ham slices, Malone, go and buy some bread. Oh, it's not just buying some, it's buying more! You must buy more!"

He looked at Goblin and Chen Song nodded. He really had to buy more bread, otherwise this pig leg would not be enough for Goblin to make.

Ma Long asked, "Did you let me drive the knight?"

Porter smiled: "What do you think?"

"yes."

"Guess again."

Ma Long pushed out a motorcycle expressionlessly, which looked like a pedal, which was very inconsistent with his temperament, and he rode very reluctantly.

Chen Song gave him the Warriors' car keys: "Go to drive the pickup truck, let's go together, I'm going to buy some bread."

The friendship between men is very strange. Chen Songkang borrowed the car keys once, and Ma Long had a good impression of him.

There are many bakeries in Selfos, so they chose the largest one, which happened to be northwest of the small town, very close to the pasture.

There were bread hanging in the bakery, bread in the box, bread in the glass cabinet, and bread in the oven waiting to be released. Within a radius of one kilometer, the fragrance of bread was everywhere.

Chen Song wanted to buy bread to give to Shimenzhai. Logically speaking, from the perspective of controlling people's hearts, he could not give Shimenzhai so much. He just occasionally gave some flour, even corn flour, bran, etc., so that they had to keep their hunger, so that they could be better controlled by him and help him go out to the villages and cities to find gold, silver and jewelry.

But he couldn't do such a thing. Chen Song was just an ordinary young man with no skills and only a little kindness. Shimenzhai gave him tens of millions of gold, so he couldn't bear to put the villagers in famine anymore.

In one breath, he bought fifty pounds of baguette. This thing tasted the worst, but it was the most satisfying to satisfy hunger and resistant to food. It was a delicacy for the villagers in the famine.

Seeing that he had bought so many baguettes, Malone was shocked: "How much do you love bread? Are you a breadmaker?"

Chen Song smiled slightly, but didn't explain much.

They returned to the ranch with two baskets of bread, and Porter was dissecting the ham with a long ruler-shaped knife in the restaurant and cutting off one piece of it.

Goblin said heroically: "No need to be so troublesome, just eat one by one."

Porter said with a face pulling, "It's really a waste for you to eat this ham!"

"Who do you give us food if you don't give it?"

Porter sighed: "No one is given. I was going to sell it when I was short of money. This was made of black pigs grown in oak forests full of cork oak, oak, and grass. It grew up with the fragrance of hazelnut and is of great value!"

“How big is it?”

"That ten pieces can sell for 100,000 kroner, understand?"

Gobl grinned: "Then I might eat ten million kroner of ham today."

This made Potter tremble his wrist.

Porter cut the ham as thin as paper and spread it on the porcelain plate one by one. He could see the white porcelain underneath through the red and white meat slices, and his knife skills were superb.

He was very proud of this: "I learned how to cut ham when I was a teenager."

Chen Song wanted to help him, but Ma Long stopped him and shook his head: "Pastro has a good cooking skills, and he enjoys the cooking process."

"Yes, you guys go and wait." Porter waved.

The lunch order was on the cliff of the river. Gobl put away the parasol and let the sunlight spread unscrupulously.

In late February, Selfos has begun to warm up, which is the warmest place in the whole of Iceland after all.

After serving up a plate of sliced ​​ham with a basket of bread, Porter told Gobl: "You must eat it with bread."

Gobl said, "Okay."

Porter's cooking skills were really good. A ham was playing tricks on his hands. He cooked a thick soup with soybeans, chicken and ham, which was very delicious.

He also put the cut ham into the oven to dehydrate it, then sprinkled with a layer of fine salt, and made a horse-killing chicken for the ham. The red and white matched, and looked elegant.

In addition, he made salads, including cucumbers, tomatoes, corn kernels, dutch beans, etc. Of course, there were also small slices of ham inside.

Finally, he brought a dessert, which was made of ham, which was a piece of ham and tied on a piece of cantaloupe. Seeing this, Chen Song thought about it and said that he gave the dish a very appropriate Chinese name: "Tianxian Pair."

The three of them couldn't understand, so Chen Song first told them that the pronunciation of the fairy pair and the fairy pair were the same in Chinese, and then told them the legend of the fairy pair.

After listening to it, Porter happily raised his wine glass and said, "Ha, Mr. Chen, there is no waste of ham for you. You are worthy of this pig, they are not worthy of it."

Chen Song didn't know whether he should express his happiness or sadness.

Gobl didn't care, he drank the beer in a sip: "Can you start eating?"

Porter said sadly: "How could I know you, such a stingy brother?"

That being said, he definitely took Gobl seriously, otherwise he would not have offered the precious Iberian ham. If only Chen Song came to buy a gun, he would not even care about him for lunch.

Gobl took a large piece of bread in his hand, and Porter taught him, "You break the flat layer and put the ham slices in it..."

"I don't need to say it, I understand." Gobl broke the bread and stuffed a plate of ham slices into it.

"Just one slice of ham!"

"No, no!"
Chapter completed!