Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 2 The basic qualities of a Chinese chef
The next day, Zhang Ang felt much better physically, especially his mind was exceptionally clear, and he was able to barely get off the ground.It's just that you can't go fast, you can only go slowly.

After another meal of brown bread soaked in milk, Zhang Ang asked old Iwan to help him go out to have a look.After leaving the room, there is a small living room outside. There are some sundries in the living room, and there is a small stove with a chimney.There is a small yard behind the house, where a few chickens are raised.It's a small house with only two rooms and a backyard, but it looks neat and clean.

After leaving the house, there is a bustling street outside, which is not very wide.But early in the morning, you can see a lot of people, most of them are civilians carrying bulging bags or carrying things, there are also warriors with swords or axes on their backs, and occasionally a few nobles in gorgeous clothes.Old Ivan said that this place is just at the junction of the aristocratic area and the civilian area, and there are always many people.

"Let's go to the market first." Zhang Ang ordered.

"Master, let me carry you." Old Ivan was a little worried.

"No, no, no, I feel much better now, let's go." Although he still felt weak, Zhang Ang resolutely rejected his kindness when he saw the old Ivan's thin body.

The market is not far from where they live, and it took about 20 minutes to walk there.

The market here is even more lively, with all kinds of people rubbing shoulders.

After walking so many roads and seeing many indigenous people in this world, Zhang Ang did not find anyone wearing a robe and holding a staff. "It doesn't seem to be a magical world," Zhang Ang thought to himself.

The two had no choice but to move forward with the flow of people.

Zhang Ang saw the blacksmith shop.A few big men were sweating profusely in front of the iron furnace, but most of them were weapons and armor, including swords, axes and hammers, and some adventurers brought broken weapons to repair them.

Saw a tailor shop.There are high-end shops that tailor tailor-made clothes for nobles, using colorful high-end fabrics and soft velvet.There are also civilian roadside stalls with racks filled with various styles of brown linen clothes and white woolen trousers.

It looked like a wine shop.Under the command of a fat man, several strong men moved barrels of wine of unknown type to a wagon. One of the barrels accidentally fell and spilled all over the floor, causing the fat man to yell and curse.

Saw fruit sellers.The red-skinned ones looked like apples, and the yellow-skinned ones looked like pears, but they didn’t look alike in shape. After thinking about it, I still didn’t dare to buy them and eat them.

I saw a food seller.There are bulging bags piled up at the door, most of which are ground flour, but in the bags opened for samples, the flour is always white with yellow, yellow with black, presumably there must be a lot of impurities.

I saw a seller of raw meat.A burly man with a greasy face slashed the flesh of a fat pig, and chunks of hairy pork were thrown onto a large wooden table for sale.

Saw the spice shop.A foreigner dressed strangely with a turban on his head, holding a handful of unknown spices in his hand, was talking loudly to a man who looked elegant and well-dressed.

Saw the pharmacy.But Zhang Ang could only find some common bruise medicine, trauma hemostatic medicine, and other special medicines that were said to be able to cure various diseases.I couldn't find anything strange that would increase my strength by one or some fire-attribute potion. I felt a little disappointed.

Saw the bakery.It was the biggest shop that Zhang Ang saw. More than a dozen workers kept putting the kneaded dough into the stove to bake, and the line waiting for the bread to be baked went out for a long time.

There are also various other shops and roadside stalls.

Zhang Ang also found many vendors selling snacks or cooked food, so he visited every stall and bought and tasted the interesting ones he saw.But most of them only took one bite, and the rest were destroyed by old Ivan.

Because Zhang Ang found that these foods were too difficult to swallow. The meat was either roasted or boiled, and there was a fishy smell. One tasted it and knew that no blood had been let out.Bread and other things are sold as special snacks with a layer of sooty black sauce. These breads are the same as the ones he has eaten. They have not been fermented, and they will become hard once they cool down.But as far as these dark dishes are concerned, the business is still good, and there is an endless stream of people who buy them, and everyone eats them with gusto.

"We used to eat this when we were in the mansion?" Zhang Ang asked old Ivan.

"Absolutely. We have a dedicated cook at home. She sifts the flour and bakes the bread at home. It turns out that we only have three people in one kitchen. The cooking is no worse than these stalls." Old Ivan said with a burp. .

Zhang Ang couldn't help but smile up to the sky, and silently swear in his heart: "As a senior technician-level chef registered with the national labor and social security department, I must let you stupid medieval natives have a good understanding of what is called Chinese food in a three-star hotel. The basic quality of a chef in a white case."

After calming down the excitement, I went to understand the basic prices of various ingredients together with old Ivan, so as to know what I knew.

"How much does it cost to hire a cook now?" Zhang Ang asked.

"It costs about 20 to 30 silver a month." Old Ivan thought for a while and replied.

"I've thought of a good business and need some cooks. You can ask the ones who worked at our house if they are willing to come for 25 silver a month. If you are willing to come, we will start work where we live." Zhang Ang ordered.

"Why hire them? They left the young master and ran away at the beginning, and they will definitely be unreliable in the future." Old Ivan said reluctantly.

"After all, I know the basics, so I won't come to harm me. The family was so chaotic back then, and they had no money to pay their wages. It's normal for them to leave. After all, they also have to support their families. And my business must be kept secret. After all, these people It’s more reliable than some people you don’t know.” Zhang Ang had no choice but to persuade him patiently.

"Okay, okay, I'll go find them tomorrow." Old Ivan reluctantly agreed.

Zhang Ang looked at the sky, good guy, before he knew it, it was evening, and it was almost dark.So I bought some milk and bread with old Ivan and went home, after all he really couldn't eat other things.

Back home, Zhang Ang ate and washed his body.Ask old Ivan: "Is there any paper and pen at home?"

Old Ivan hurriedly took out a large box from under the bed, took out the parchment and quill from the box, and handed it to Zhang Ang.

Zhang Ang moved a bench, lit candles, and started writing on the table.

"Flour is 3 silver a bag, an egg is 5 copper, pork is 30 copper a catty, milk is 30 copper a bucket, salt is 1 silver a bag, I need to buy some spices and honey, and I have to find a blacksmith to make cookers. I forgot to ask for the price. , I’ll go to the blacksmith’s shop tomorrow and ask.” Zhang Ang muttered, and quickly recorded and calculated in his hands, which he used to do every day when he was a chef, the basic skill of a chef: catering cost accounting.

Before I knew it, the night was already deep.

(End of this chapter)