Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

The business of the tavern is booming recently, and the threshold is almost broken by the diners.

Every day, little nobles book boxes on the second floor, and most of the first floor are civilians.When there are many people, the seats are not full, and there is a lot of excitement to fight for a table.

As far as they are concerned, after a hard day’s work, they come to Nianhua Tavern—place a plate of peanuts, invite friends, and share a plate of salt-baked chicken and soft desserts with wine.

Chatting casually, chatting a few homely things, listening to the people at the next table bragging about the deeds of the year as a monster, it is also a pleasure.

When it's getting late, we'll put together a few more buns and go home.The fresh meat stuffing is left for the children at home, and the wife and elders eat the honey-sweet bean paste buns.

After a few days like this, there are only a lot of repeat customers.

Some people hesitate to try because of too much food and drink; the people in the tavern hope that they will not come to share a mouthful of food, or they will keep silent and only bring relatives and friends; Huyou.

In just one week, there were actually rumors that the food in Nianhua Tavern was not good.The diners split the bushes like a sword wind, and fell on both sides in an instant: while arguing outwardly, internally, they wished that those who were making a fuss would sew their mouths shut;

While making unreasonable words, the strategic deception continued to be implemented.Regarding the denunciation of "my family", they expressed it like this: "Has the rumor affected the business of our tavern? Ah?!"

The facts are indeed like this: just because the rumors are two-sided, it is more and more able to arouse the curiosity of the audience, come to buy a copy to try, and then they are successfully hooked.

Hawley could hear this crosstalk-like "swearing war" every night, and he couldn't laugh or cry.

The business is off to a good start, so he is naturally happy and satisfied.After spending a few days at the peak of the crowd, he found that his 14-year-old body could not handle the cooking alone.

He also recruited a few older ladies who worked quickly and worked as cooks for noble families, and taught them some basic methods of Chinese food in the morning: steaming, frying, frying, stewing, and stewing, starting from the beginning.

For the food that the tavern will launch in the first half month, such as lotus leaf salt-baked chicken, purple potato rice cake, buns, etc., Hawley usually prepares the ingredients in advance.At that time, they only need to pay attention to baking and steaming, and actual combat is the best teacher.

Some are happy and some are sad.

As a well-known tavern in the main city of Juta, Langman's Tavern is famous for its dark beer in the surrounding territories and small islands.The loss of customers is nothing at all, because they have already grasped regular customers, and they are mixed with some industries, and have normal and stable operating income.

And "Nianhua" came into the world out of thin air, like a heavy punch, smashing the Grote Tavern, which had just started, back into the mud pit.

……

A ray of orange-red sunset light slipped into the bed curtain.

Faint panting, like cat meowing at night, from time to time ups and downs, like birdsong.

Finally, a column of waves was stirred up, mixed with low hums, and the movement of the bed curtain gradually subsided.

A generous and powerful hand pushed aside the silk brocade, then revealed the whole body, and stepped on the ground with bare feet.

The man's fluffy and messy red-brown long hair was sticky on the back of his neck. He picked up the wine jug with one hand, raised his head to the spout, and the wine was gurgling.

"You don't seem to be in the mood today. What's wrong, what's on your mind?" A woman's voice sounded from the other side of the bed, and she leaned out her catkin and fastened the curtain.

The night in early autumn is not as cold as summer. The woman half-covers her body with the quilt, walks towards the man, and sits on the imperial concubine's couch.

She knew exactly where her body was beautiful, and her pair of white and slender legs were completely exposed.

The man frowned slightly, swallowed the wine, and said slowly: "Well, it's really not going well recently."

She didn't speak any more, and sat quietly by the side, listening to the shadowy moaning and frolicking on the other side of the wall.After a long time, the man continued to speak.

"Do you know Nianhua Tavern?"

"Of course." The woman quickly came back to her senses, and then said, "Recently, she has become very famous, and many noble families have gone there."

She raised her arms, turned her onion fingers, and admired Dan Kou under the light: "Yesterday, the eldest son of the Earl's family came to me and gave me a glass of rice wine by the way. It's sweet and delicious..."

"Stop, Sera. I don't want to hear who and how many people you slept with. Even if you're a prostitute, don't displease me." The man interrupted coldly.

Sierra's arm froze and retracted to the side, the newly painted red Danko pinched the flesh of the palm tightly.She quickly adjusted her face and coaxed: "My lord Dickens, you misunderstood me, I haven't finished my sentence yet-the rice wine is not as fragrant as your Grote's white beer and wine; just like those young masters Son, who is better than you..."

Dickens looked slightly relaxed, followed and leaned on the couch, grabbed Sera's hand, kissed the palm, and bit it again and again.

"You're a smart woman, and you know it, and you should have guessed that it bothers me."

"Then what are you going to do, my lord?"

"I'll probably have a good talk with that young kid. After all, a 14-year-old kid should be helping the house at this age, feeding on cow and horse manure, instead of running out to make wine."

At first, Sera was giggling because of the teasing, but suddenly, her little finger felt a sharp pain, which turned her laughter into a cry of pain.

"It's a small punishment." Dickens' tongue slid over the sharp canine teeth, his animal eyes were full of warning, and he licked off the blood stains on the teeth.

Then, without even looking at the naked body covering his hands on the imperial concubine's couch, he put on his clothes.

"What should be said, what should not be said, you have always known yourself."

After all, Dickens went out alone, leaving Sierra alone in the shadows.

……

"negotiation?"

"Yeah... Hiss, yes, it's here. I found that your hand strength has become stronger recently."

Hawley tilted his neck, and followed Wilmer's elbow and shoulder rubbing force, shaking his body slightly.

Dark red eyes slightly curved, Wilmer smiled, and replied: "Thank you for taking the time to practice sword with me recently. However, I can do it by myself. You still have a lot of things to do, so don't be so tired."

"What can I do? Does it mean that I was knocked to the ground by one arm, or that the handle of the sword was hooked by the three swords so that I couldn't even hold it?" Holly's lips curled into a teasing arc.

There was no answer above the head, and after a long while, the strength of rubbing the shoulder and neck increased.Holly grinned in pain, trying to amuse a child, he forced himself to hold on to the pain, and shouted, "Keep harder, harder!"

Withdrew his strength suddenly, Holly raised his head and looked up, facing a swollen face.The two looked at each other for less than three seconds, and then burst out laughing.

In the bottom of his heart, Wilmer felt that he just couldn't seem to get angry with this person.

Not long ago, when he was not in a good state, Holly was overworked and fell ill on the same bed with him.

He was angry and impatient, and regretted that he hadn't noticed the second transformation period, otherwise he could help the other party share part of the matter.

Holly, however, seems to be born to overcome him, understand him, and has always been able to perceive his emotions very keenly.

That night, I tried to go to the field by myself, preparing to cook some porridge for Holly, although I never did it formally.

At that time, he was weak and weak, and it was very strenuous to burn firewood and set up a pot. As soon as he filled a pot of water, Holly appeared behind him without a sound.

Knowing his thoughts, Hawley didn't reprimand him for running around, but stood behind him, helping scoop rice, wash rice, chop vegetables, and cook porridge...

"You said you wanted to do it yourself, here, you did it yourself."——Finally finished, the other party said.

His heart was so sore that he couldn't help but blushed, and slowly drank a pot of porridge with the other party, and was finally stuffed into the quilt by a handful.

"It's a bit cold." Hawley must have been very uncomfortable at the time, but he continued to say to himself, "Hold me for a while, you are warm like a rabbit now. The porridge is very delicious, thank you."

This man can always pull all his emotions, Wilmer thought.

Looking down at him, it seemed that he could finally not be under the other party's wings, but surround him and protect him.

Smiling and laughing, Holly slackened all his strength and completely collapsed to the back of the chair.

Tomorrow afternoon, the owner of the Grote Tavern a few blocks away, and the Juniper Chamber of Commerce invited him to meet at "Nianhua" and said they wanted to negotiate something.

The word "negotiation" was originally a neutral word, and Holly had a vague premonition that the other party's arrival was not kind.

...I hope it's an illusion, Hawley sighed inwardly.

——The intuition was right.

In the deepest part of the compartment, three people sat around the table.

The aroma of wine was overflowing, and the hot dishes were steaming. A goat-faced orc was holding a purple potato rice cake, moving his jaw and chewing carefully.

Under the long kiss, the corners of the goat's mouth are raised, which is an inherent curvature, making them look more harmless to humans and animals.

He is a businessman sent by the Juniper Chamber of Commerce to negotiate, named Sandy.It is said that he is well-known among the major chambers of commerce and is an outstanding person.

"You have good cooking skills." Sandy lowered his eyes, revealing a careless taste, "But I would like to ask you to think more, after all, we are the largest chamber of commerce in Juta, you will get more if you join benefit."

Holly held the tea in one hand, and he didn't touch a drop of wine. At this moment, he raised the teacup to his lips, blew the hot tea, took a sip, and said, "Yes, this is the decision I made after careful consideration."

The man with reddish-brown hair sneered contemptuously. He was tearing apart the chicken, and the chicken bones piled up like hills beside his hand.

His amber eyes moved, and his eyes collided with the green eyes.

This lion-hybrid orc is the owner of the Grote Tavern, Dickens.

After spending an afternoon killing time, Hawley understood that one of them sang good faces and the other sang bad faces, using both grace and power: it seemed that they wanted him to voluntarily join the Juniper Chamber of Commerce, but in fact they had an invisible gun to his forehead.

The guild was originally in this era, and there was nothing wrong with it.Because its original intention is to protect the interests of each member, treat each other equally, and enjoy equal benefits and obligations.

By strictly controlling the source of raw materials, wages, workpieces, etc., to ensure that every member can enjoy the same treatment and labor results.

Holly didn't know anything else. A while ago, when he was busy building a kiln, Bobby had been following Alena to the nearby port for business.

As it happens, Bobby learns something about the Juniper Chamber of Commerce.

Combined with Hawley's inner judgment, to put it simply, the model of the Juniper Chamber of Commerce is no longer in line with the economic development of the current era.

Although the different world is somewhat similar to the medieval period that Holly once knew, there are still more differences: people in this world generally have high per capita income and consumption levels.

A prosperous economy means more handmade products.

However, the membership fee of the Juniper Chamber of Commerce is higher - according to the needs of different occupations, there are different membership fee prices, among which the minimum payment of 1 gold is required to become an apprentice.

The threshold is high, and most of the juniper chambers monopolize the market.Once monopolized, people in the meeting will be content with the status quo because of their own interests, and do not want to see new raw materials and new technologies.They are all living off their laurels, and now there is a new thing coming to break the existing situation, which will definitely cause dissatisfaction.

In this way, innovation and technology promotion are completely hindered.

What really made Hawley dislike the Juniper Chamber of Commerce was actually for another reason.

Yesterday, he visited around specifically to ask for information about this chamber of commerce.According to many people, including Alena, who has been in business for many years, and the goblin scholar, Bachelor Fei, the Juniper Chamber of Commerce colluded with the high-level nobles of other island territories to operate the resource allocation in secret, which completely ran counter to the original idea.

Leaving aside external competition for the time being, if the chamber of commerce grows bigger, there is no way it will not be dirty.But they will take tough measures to suppress some initially established small businesses and handicraftsmen, forcing them to join the chamber of commerce, otherwise the suppression will continue.

This bad situation only slightly improved when Donovan became the lord and officially took over the Lost Island.

Of course, just scratching the surface.

If you put it on yourself in the previous life, Hawley might still be interested in playing with them to see who will bring down the first.

After dying once, Hawley's mentality has completely calmed down. He has encountered too many dirty things, and he doesn't even want to give him eyes unless necessary.

Correspondingly, he also learned that Donovan is trying his best to find opportunities to unite with some rural handicraftsmen to break this monopoly production structure.

To be honest, he couldn't understand whether Donovan put himself in the position of a feudal lord through these operations.

At least so far, Hawley's impression of him is pretty normal.

"Then we won't stay any longer. On behalf of the Juniper Chamber of Commerce, I hope Mr. Hawley will reconsider. I will visit you again in three days."

Sandy pulled his chair up and lowered his sheep's head slightly, seeming to pay his respects very reluctantly.

Dickens didn't say goodbye and left the field first.

Looking at the leftover wine on the table... No, their wine has not been touched, especially Dickens' position.

Touching his chin, Hawley was thoughtful.

--------------------

The author has something to say:

According to the author's exclusive inside information, on the night of drinking porridge, Holly was so feverish that he was unconscious and mistook salt for sugar.

Of the two parties involved, one had a severe cold and was dizzy, thinking that the salty porridge he made could only taste salty; the other thought that the porridge was made in this way...

So much so that when Wilmer cooked pumpkin porridge, Holly drank it and began to doubt life.

Holly: "Why is pumpkin porridge salty?"

Wilmer: "That's what you did."

Hawley denied it, shouting that it was an insult to his sweet pumpkin porridge position.

Of course, because Xiaokulou cooked it, he was the one who scraped the bottom of the pot in the end.