After bidding farewell to Tang Xin, Zhang Jing returned to Kanfen Farm in the afternoon and went straight to the cowboy dormitory area.
It's like a small village, with every building built for raising cattle, including dormitories and dining areas.
Unlike the Champion Racecourse, there are no single apartment-style dormitories here, only large dormitories for group living.
There are two large dormitories. They are really big, with a horizontal length of about 30 meters and a vertical width of about 8 meters. The interior is divided into small single rooms with curtains, and men and women live together.
Zhang Jing guessed that it might be the remaining building materials from the previous construction of the cowshed, and then used to build the dormitory.
In addition to two large dormitories, there are also two buildings of the same size. One is a kitchen and dining room, and the other is a bathroom, shower room, and sauna.
The pickup truck parked outside the kitchen. As soon as he got out of the car, Zhang Jing smelled the aroma of roasting turkey and baking bread in the air.
Entering the kitchen, Zhang Jing saw everyone preparing food, including Dateji Naru and Omar. Everyone had a relaxed smile on their face, chatting and preparing food.
Even the injured Irina was sitting next to her, and she and Milika were still filming the video.
Getting injured is a bad thing, but it can increase your fans a lot.
"The oss is back!" Tennis player Katie saw Zhang Jing first and let out a high-pitched shout.
I can't stand Katie. This girl hugs her hard every time. Doesn't she know that she bumps into her like a tank?
Still the best is Jockey Haifa, with his body flowing like a feather.
Continue to prepare Christmas Eve dinner, because everyone comes from all over the world, and the food is diverse. Haifa makes lamb, one lamb and four, grilled, braised, steamed, and boiled.
Felai and Jamie prepared dumplings with shrimp filling, leek filling, and beef filling.
Katie makes hazelnut rolls. Hazelnuts are ground into powder, mixed with water and made into a paste, made into pancakes, added with slightly spicy beef filling, and then baked. ..
The brother and sister make "fish balls", which are mixed with seven kinds of fish meat, including shrimp, crab meat, flounder, and squid, and are hammered repeatedly to make a paste. Finally, they are cut into small pieces and cooked in soup stock.
Xia Li and Xiao Dilin prepared spring rolls, Zhang Jing’s favorite.
Jeff Agus, a 26-year-old boy with a bun face, makes strawberry pie.
Xu Zehong and Lin Jiangmeng are preparing to mix haggis.
Everyone has a specialty, even Dateji Naru is no exception. He makes fried fish.
Omar, a wealthy man from the Middle East who has a mustache and looks young, cooks rice with his hands.
Director Marcus and African-American girl Udo Xiyao prepare to roast turkey.
With so many people preparing dinner together, Zhang Jing had no place to intervene. He walked up to Milika and asked, "How is Mr. Dai Jin doing lately?"
Milika is 1.9 meters tall and weighed 260 kilograms at first. Later, she gradually decreased and is now estimated to be only 180 kilograms.
Zhang Jinggang suffered from severe depression when he met her, but now his condition is much better and mild.
"He is in Thailand," Milika said helplessly, "and found me a temporary stepmother."
Zhang Jing couldn't hold back his laughter. Lao Daijin felt like he was completely released. Taking care of Milika was originally a difficult task for Lao Daijin.
Now it's better. Not only does he have a lot of fun spending Zhang Jing's money, but his daughter is also taken care of and raised by Zhang Jing. Life is simply not too comfortable.
It's not that Old Daijin doesn't love his daughter Milika. The main reason is that Milika likes her. Her depression has eased, she has lost weight, and she lives a happy life every day, so he is willing to let go.
When she walked to the dining table, Irina's neck was injured and she couldn't move. It was fixed in a plaster and looked stiff.
"How do you feel?" Zhang Jing walked up to the woman and asked.
"It has never been like this before," Irina chatted. "Sit quietly and see life from the perspective of a bystander."
Zhang Jingle laughed, "What did you see?"
"I like it," Irina's tone was soft but full of affirmation, "I like my current life, I like you, and I like everyone."
This flattery was so flattering that Zhang Jing liked it.
Because the open kitchen workstation is limited,
Xu Zehong and Lin Jiangmeng were preparing haggis at a table nearby. Zhang Jing walked over and said hello, "Professor Xu, Aunt Lin, do you know any martial arts masters?"
"Martial arts master?" Xu Zehong thought he heard wrongly.
"Yes," Zhang Jing affirmed, "Mattim is young and hyperactive. He likes to fight and wants to learn boxing. I don't want him to be beaten to death in the future. Let him learn Chinese martial arts to strengthen his body and protect himself. Do you know such a master? ?"
Xu Zehong and Lin Jiangmeng looked at each other silently.
"No."
"have."
Zhang Jing was confused, Lin Jiangmeng said no, Xu Zehong said yes, what exactly is going on?
"He is my father-in-law," Xu Zehong introduced. "He is 82 years old. Because he was obsessed with martial arts when he was young, he took little care of Xiaomeng and my mother-in-law, and almost ignored the family."
Xu Zehong is 65 years old, Lin Jiangmeng is 62 years old, and the old man is 82 years old. The question is, can he still be active at such an old age?
Seeing that Zhang Jing was worried, Xu Zehong said, "Because of his martial arts practice, my father-in-law is in better health than our husband and I, so he will definitely have no problem teaching students."
Zhang Jing looked at Lin Jiangmeng, "Aunt Lin, look at this..."
"I can decide this matter," said Xu Zehong, who is slightly chubby, of medium height, and wearing a pair of thick glasses. He looked serious at this moment, "I will invite my father-in-law here."
"That's okay," Zhang Jing said with a smile on his face, "ask Barbie to reimburse you for your visa and air tickets."
While chatting and preparing food, the Christmas Eve dinner started at six o'clock next to them. Several dining tables were put together to form a large table, and everyone sat together to share the sumptuous food.
While Zhang Jing and his friends were having a happy dinner, Nayel was still in Cairo, discussing the guard statues with his men.
"Tomorrow is Christmas, and two of Zhang Jing's men are still in Cairo," an African-American assistant reminded his boss Nayel, "This means that the statues of the guards are still there."
"I know," Nayel looked annoyed. "The question is where is the statue now?"
Nayel was convinced that Zhang Jing was unable to send the statue out of Cairo, so he sold it for 6 million yuan and waited for Zhang Jingqiu to come to his door.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Jing flew away and lost such a big stone statue with him.
"Oss, you go back for Christmas," the African-American assistant promised, "We stay and continue to follow Zhang Jing's two men, and we will definitely find the stone statue of the guard."
The stone statue is important, and so is his wife. Nayel nodded, then went straight to the airport and called Zhang Jing before boarding the plane.
Zhang Jing was drinking and didn't expect Nayel to call.
"Happy Christmas Eve," Nayel greeted.
"You too," Zhang Jing asked, "Is something wrong?"
"I also want to take a look at the stone guard statue," Nayel asked tentatively, "Where is it now?"
"What does it look like?" Zhang Jing denied it because he was worried about the other party's recording. "What are you talking about? The signal is not good, so I can't hear clearly."
Nayel had a bad feeling that something was wrong.
