Ranch Story: Start Over

Good ingredients and good cooking skills are the perfect match

Feng Ling walked under the tree and fetched two large buckets of water. He packed up today's mountain products and threw them in. The pheasant became today's main dish. As for the wild rabbit, Feng Ling chose to let it go for the time being.

"Grandpa, let me cook today's dinner. I'll make you chicken stewed with mushrooms."

"What kind of dish is this? I've never eaten it before."

It seems that some dishes from the world before rebirth are available, while others are not.

Feng Ling scrubbed the chicken foot mushroom repeatedly and said:

"Hey, Grandpa, try my cooking. I'll definitely satisfy you."

Feng Ling did not learn cooking skills by himself. Although he has talent, the reason for this is that he met a good master.

Although the chef who worked at the original construction site was a relative of the project manager, his cooking skills were really amazing. In order to learn his cooking skills, Feng Ling often spent money to buy cigarettes, wine and snacks to get close to him.

Although the other party was somewhat disdainful of migrant workers, he still had a good impression of Feng Ling, a top student who worked as a bricklayer on a construction site.

In his words:

There are very few children nowadays who can endure hardships like you.

A month of continuous filial piety made the other party very fond of Feng Ling. He was not rigid in his behavior and was able to read people's expressions. Apart from being a little immature due to being a fresh graduate from college, he was very likable.

The boss of this construction site is a nice guy. He is not too picky about the workers' meals. With the presence of this great chef, students from nearby universities all come here for extra meals. If it weren't for the official intervention, I guess the boss would have opened a restaurant to grab the business.

Feng Ling took this opportunity to help the chef. Seeing the clever Feng Ling, the chef was happy to teach him his skills. In his opinion, Feng Ling, the dragon, would not stay here for long, so it would be a comfortable life for him to make some good friends and take him as a little apprentice.

Feng Qingyang watched his grandson skillfully clean up the mountain products and wild vegetables, then ran into the house to get a kitchen knife to kill the chicken.

It has been so long since Feng Ling's coming-of-age ceremony. Unexpectedly, when he saw this child again, he found that he could take good care of himself. Thinking that his broken body would drag down his grandson's future, Feng Qingyang couldn't help feeling sad.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you? Why are you unhappy?"

Feng Ling was busy with the things at hand while observing his grandfather. When he noticed that he was in a bad mood, he asked him quickly.

"No, it's okay. I just feel like it's useless to add you to my size."

Seeing Grandpa sigh, Feng Ling quickly persuaded:

"Grandpa, don't let your imagination run wild. I'm counting on you to teach me how to run a ranch. I'll do the heavy work, and you can teach me the brainwork."

Seeing Feng Ling comforting himself, Feng Qingyang was only sad for a moment and quickly recovered. Although his body was as broken as an old man, for the sake of his grandson, he could not fall down so quickly. Feng Qingyang encouraged himself.

In this way, the grandfather and grandson enjoyed a delicacy that they had not tasted for a long time: chicken stewed with mushrooms.

Feng Ling cooked the chicken using magic using the principle of a pressure cooker, but the cooking process required too much magical power. If it weren't for Feng Qingyang's guidance, Feng Ling really wouldn't be able to make such a delicious chicken soup.

"Grandpa, how about this chicken soup?"

"Wow! So fresh!"

Feng Qingyang scooped a spoonful with a spoon, blew it gently to cool it down, and drank it. A sense of satisfaction, pleasure, and comfort passed through his heart. Feng Qingyang's expression made Feng Ling excited. Grandpa really liked this taste.

"Feng'er, your cooking skills are amazing. I feel like they are even better than the chef I met when I was serving in the army."

"Hehehe, Grandpa, I'm not that powerful yet. Drink it while it's hot. It can restore your vitality and is good for your body. Hey, the chicken has been cooked until it's tender. You can eat it directly without affecting your teeth."

Feng Qingyang drank slowly and then said:

"Feng'er, where did you get that pressure theory?"

"What's wrong, Grandpa?"

"The food I just made using this theory is indeed something I have never tasted before. Feng'er, do you have any ideas on how to spread this theory? I can write to you or my friends. If this theory is developed, it can greatly enhance our reputation."

Seeing his grandfather's thoughtful expression, Feng Ling quickly refused.

It is not convenient to take out the pressure cooker for the time being, and he cannot afford it. The most important thing is that he does not want to become a pagan. Since the theory of atmospheric pressure has not taken root in this world, there is no need for him to get involved. He should take care of himself first and then consider it.

"Grandpa, after lunch I will go to town and sell these mountain products to pubs or restaurants. The price should be better."

"Yes, bars and restaurants are buying them out this season, so remember to buy seeds after you sell them."

Grandpa reminded again:

"Yeah, I'll go after I sell my stuff."

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After lunch, Feng Ling gave Zhuifeng and Wangcai some more food, put on his straw hat again and walked out of the room. It was noon at this time, and his home was still quite far from the town. If he went out now, he could reach Daduo's restaurant in the town at one o'clock in the afternoon.

Unlike in the game, Dado's restaurant is the largest restaurant in Mineral Town. Many foreign tourists and people on business will stay here overnight, so the purchase and selection of ingredients are higher.

Although he had a map of Mineral Town, the places he had not been to could only be displayed vaguely, unless he walked nearby to dispel the fog of war on the map.

Feng Ling decided to try his luck and sell it earlier if he found it earlier. Although he could settle the money in the evening by throwing the whip bamboo shoots directly into the magic box, it would be dark by then and the seed shop would be closed.

If I go to buy seeds tomorrow, I might have to waste half a day, which would be a big loss.

Walking along the tree-lined path in the scorching heat, Feng Ling, wearing a big straw hat, walked slowly and observed the surrounding environment carefully. This was his first time walking on the tree-lined path in the Mineral Town. The tall broad-leaved trees around formed a shade belt. Occasionally, pedestrians could be seen walking quickly in the shade to avoid the scorching sun.

"Don't run!"

"I can't catch up with you, slow down."

A clear child's voice came from a distance. A simply dressed little boy was running freely in front, and from time to time he made faces at the girl chasing him from behind.

The little girl had two black pigtails that flew in the wind as she ran. When she saw Feng Ling, she was obviously stunned, her eyes were full of curiosity, and she slowed down her running pace, instantly restraining herself from being outspoken and lively to looking like a good girl.

The little boy in a blue T-shirt saw the little girl stop chasing him, but he didn't stop. He was distracted and didn't brake in time, so he bumped into Feng Ling who was admiring the surrounding scenery. Feng Ling grabbed the little boy.

"Oh, sorry, sorry big brother."

The little boy scratched his head embarrassedly, struggled to break free from Feng Ling's arms, then bent down and apologized properly.

Feng Ling looked at the little boy in front of him, and then at the girl in the distance, with her long black hair, familiar twin pigtails, and a faint smile on her lips, her little mouth slightly pursed, and her face flushed.

"It's not a big deal, it's not a big deal. Run slower, kid. If you fall or get hurt, you'll need a shot."

When the little boy heard Feng Ling talking about getting an injection, he suddenly became nervous and his expression became scared.

Feng Ling chuckled and said:

"Hahaha, if you bump into me again next time I will really send you to the hospital for an injection."

"No, no, my brother is a bad guy, Mei, let's run!"

"Ah, okay, wait for me, Yuu, I can't run anymore."

Looking at the two children, a boy and a girl, running away, Feng Ling touched his chin. They were really Mei and You. Mei was Mu Qi's granddaughter, and You was Ai Lian's grandson and the younger brother of the hospital nurse Ai Li.

She scared this naughty child the first time. Will it cause trouble for her in the future? To be honest, nurse Ellie is really an excellent and virtuous wife.

Thinking of this, Feng Ling walked and walked, and suddenly found that he didn't know where he was. Unlike the game map, there were more than a hundred households in this town. Where was the Dudado Hotel in the town?