Lisko's American life

The preparations for participating in the Oktoberfest must be done well. In this hot summer, no matter how delicious the beer is, it can’t be enough for ice. So Lisko also arranged for David to prepare a huge amount of ice and a draft beer machine.

There is no need to prepare a beer glass, because the Denver government has made preparations. Everyone who enters the venue will charge a certain entrance fee to clean the venue. After paying the money, you will be given a brand new beer glass. The slogan of the Denver government is printed on it, so you can drink with your own beer glass and give you a souvenir that you can take home.

"Well, let's rest for a while, we don't have a lot of work, so we don't need to be so in a hurry."

Li Sike watched, the sweat of the cowboys wet their shirts, he looked at the sun, the weather today was exceptionally hot, and the dry heat in the air caused waves of irritability.

In order to prevent the cowboys from getting too hot and getting heatstroke, Lisko watched as he had done one-fifth of the work, and quickly called a stop.

"Okay, everyone rests for a while, Jimmy, go and plug in the draft beer machine, put more ice cubes, and serve beer to the big guy, it's horrible weather."

David also knew that the progress was slow due to the weather, but he didn't have as many beers as others, so he didn't need to rush.

He arranged for the youngest Jimmy to serve everyone, and then complained to the scorching sun in the sky.

"okay."

Although Jimmy was a little tired, he moved his own steps, took the draft beer machine, placed it on the table set by the organizer, plugged in the socket at the back, dug a whole scoop of ice cubes from the refrigerator he brought, and put it in I got into the draft beer machine and thought about it as if it wasn't enough, so I repeated the action again.

After doing this, I moved a few boxes of beer, unscrewed the lids one by one, and put them in the draft beer machine upside down.

The cowboys were really hot, all sitting in the shade where the sun was blocked by the awning, weakly fanning the wind with their cowboy hats.

Lisko here was not idle either, and walked straight to the snack stall.

"What do you do? Fried chicken?"

Li Sike looked at the stall closest to him. The facilities on it seemed to be quite complete. He planned to buy something to eat for the cowboys here to supplement his energy.

"Grilled meat, sizzling squid, and tacos."

The owner is a very obvious Mexican, a middle-aged, dark-skinned honest man, with a skilled smile on his face, introducing Lisko one by one.

Li Sike probably took a look. The burrito is the Taco he has eaten. Li Sike has a good influence on this Mexican snack. I don't know how it tastes.

"Make me a TACO first."

Lisko looked at the price, five dollars apiece, and beef was added to the previous sample. Seeing that the size was not small, it was generally a good deal.

The Mexicans skillfully made a golden corn tortilla with meat and greens on it, and then squeezed it with salsa. It looked good.

After Lisko took it, he removed the original outer layer of wrapping paper and took a bite. This one is much larger than the one I ate before. The taste seems to be biased towards the American taste. I ate the pure Mexican taste before. It tends to be sweet and sour, and it's still delicious in general.

"Make me twenty."

Lisko ate what he had, and then placed an order directly. Hearing the number of twenty, the Mexican stall owner’s smile became brighter. This is a big customer.

"Also, get me some of the barbecue over there and prepare it for seven people."

Although there are only five cowboys, Li Sike knows that each of them is full of big stomach kings, and it is better to prepare enough.

The Mexican stall owner’s wife is busy at the stall, and he himself is still doing sales promotion for Lisko.

"Sir, the corn juice here is also great. Would you like some?"

Usually when he sells, corn juice is also indispensable, after all, whether it's barbecue or TACO, you need to drink water to neutralize it.

"We have beer, no need for it."

Li Sike directly refused, joking, how can those cowboys drink sweet corn juice, they would rather drink beer.

Zhang You came back from shopping. Just now, he didn't need his help, so he was walking around boredly. Now he came back after a round of shopping and stood directly beside Lisko.

"Come on, get me one more."

Li Sike motioned to the stall owner to directly take out one of the TACO that was ready to be packed, then pinch the hot food and hand it to Zhang You.

"Uncle, come and taste it. This is a burrito. It tastes good."

Zhang You looked at the corn-colored pie and took a tentative bite.

"Huh? It's delicious, isn't it made of corn? When I was young, I often ate cornmeal wowotou."

Zhang You chewed. The rich pieces of meat and vegetables, as well as the sweet and sour sauce, tasted really good.

Seeing that the fast-moving stall owner had already prepared all the food he wanted, Lisko also took out his wallet and prepared to pay.

As a street food stall owner, apart from anything else, the speed of serving must be fast. This is the basic skill for their survival.

Li Sike looked at the stall owner who was smiling at him, and the number displayed on the calculator in his hand, counted enough bills for him, and then walked to his stall with food in both hands.

Americans are notorious for their math difference, so stall owners basically bring their own calculators. Even if they know it, those who dine may not know it. After several disputes, they are smart enough to prepare their own calculations. Device.

"Come on. Everyone has dinner."

Lisko handed the bag of food to Jimmy who greeted him and greeted the cowboys who were still slumping.

"Oh! Thank you sir."

Hearing that there was a real object, the cowboys moved extremely quickly, and immediately stood up, holding their beer glasses, and gathered.

"Barbecue and TACO are too rich."

"Barbecue with beer, delicious."

Jimmy distributed one by one according to the number of heads, first for each person, and put the rest in the bag, whoever didn't have enough to get it.

Seeing that the cowboys are attentively dealing with the food in their hands, Li Sike is also very pleased. Although he and the cowboys are just a simple employment relationship, but because of his attitude towards the cowboys, many cowboys treat the ranch as their home. , I believe that if someone wants to break this home, they will definitely receive a painful lesson.

After checking the time, Lisko couldn't stay here forever, but there would be no trouble if David was there.

"Jimmy," Lisko waved his hand to Jimmy. Jimmy ate what was in his hands in twos and threes, then wiped his hands, and ran all the way to Lisko.

"Mr."

Jimmy looked respectful, with a little admiration.