Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

"I'm really sorry, sir, a customer has already sold out the last batch of milk for today."

Holly crossed his arms and glanced at several barrels of fresh milk beside him. He didn't say much, and he saluted the apologetic dairy farmer before leading his horse away.

The horse's nose gasped and breathed out the morning air, galloped all the way, stepped on a wide and flat path, turned into the stable, and led it to the groom who came forward.

A head of light blonde curly hair came into view, shining brighter than the morning dew in the light.Holly was dazzled, his green eyes narrowed slightly, and while taking off his gloves, he asked, "Have you had breakfast?"

"Not yet, wait for you to come back." Wilmer ran to Holly, stood on tiptoe, and took off the short cloak on his shoulders for him.

"...You are so stupid." Holly raised his hand in a frenzy, ignoring the slightly resentful eyes of the other party, wrapped his arms around his neck, and brought him into the room, "I said don't wait for me, in case I don't arrive at noon Come back, don’t you want to starve all morning in vain?”

This is the wine workshop that was just built a few days ago. Although the Lost Island is an island, it is considered to be a vast land and sparsely populated.Donoan spent a lot of money, planning such a large area, and made it clear that he would let him do it.

Naturally, there is a residence next to it, and Hawley deliberately arranged the interior to look like Svia's residence at that time. Bobby said he was useless, but Nianhua's layout was more comfortable and beautiful.

Hawley and Wilmer are quite satisfied: one is for "feelings"; the other is for commemoration.

"How's the situation?" Wilmer asked as he poured some cooled milk back into the pot to boil.

The steamed stuffed bun was torn in half. After seeing the stuffing, it was fresh meat. Holly’s mood changed. He threw half into his mouth and said vaguely while chewing: “It’s sold out. I guess the juniper dealer found out that I often go to that house.” When dairy farmers buy milk, it is cut off."

He saw Wilmer's hand hanging in the air with a spoon to stir the liquid in the pot, afraid that the child would be stunned for a long time, and the milk would be muddy in the pot, so he continued talking.

"It's okay, isn't there a special supply from the Golden Rose Manor, and the price of the goods is much lower than before."

"But in the main city of Juta, there have been more people spreading rumors recently." Wilmer whispered.

Since Sandy left that day, it was almost the next day, except for seasonings such as salt, spices and rice noodles, many merchants that Hawley used to buy regularly no longer provided him with large quantities of goods.

Either it will be bought out directly, or the price will be doubled, and I want to know who is responsible for it.

Fortunately, Golden Rose solemnly and unsparingly provided all raw material purchase channels, some of which went straight to Donovan's hands.

The ingredients and drinks in Nianhua Tavern are not a problem, and the daily production is still normal.But things really went as expected for Baron Sam, and the Juniper Chamber of Commerce prepared another public opinion to discredit them.

Recently, according to rumors from some so-called people who have tasted Nianhua food and wine, the food here is actually mediocre, selling gimmicks and surroundings.

How delicious is the wine that can be brewed from rice?Can a chicken wrapped in lotus leaves be sold for 18 coppers?

Steamed buns... Steamed buns, they can't find any faults. This kind of thing that looks more delicate and delicious than white bread can be seen, and the price is far lower than that of white bread. In their opinion, it is really rare to lose money.

At that time, Holly couldn't swallow the peanut when he heard it at the end. He laughed so hard that he almost choked on the peanut.

He has the right to listen to it, because all the diners who have actually been to Nianhua, eaten the food, and experienced the after-sales service know that those rumors are pure nonsense.

But the power of rumors is like a rotten piece of meat in the dark, as long as you add moisture, they can slowly breed bacteria.

It has just been opened for less than half a month. Normally speaking, the business should still be at its peak.There is no shortage of repeat customers, and correspondingly, the number of new customers is gradually decreasing.

On the surface, it seems to have no effect, but if you take a longer-term view, Hawley's future drinking will be pushed to other islands, or even to the kingdom of the race.

In order to prevent this stench from continuing to permeate and affect the subsequent development of Nianhua, Huo Li has already figured out a way to deal with it in the past few days.

Since it was too late to refute the rumors, he might as well sit still and let someone come to him and "run errands" for him.

After breakfast, Holly went to see the donkey pulling the mill in the backyard with two apples in his arms.A lot of soybeans have been ground, and some helpers are putting the soybean milk into buckets.

He greeted people with a smile, and handed an apple to the helper.

It is the first time for a helper to come into contact with such an approachable and unassuming employer, even though his own son is almost as old as a teenager.After some hesitation, he was flattered to accept the fruit.

He wiped the apple carefully with the hem of his clothes, and put it in his pocket.Suddenly remembered something, raised his head and said to Holly: "Mr. Holly, what you want is over there."

His fingertips pointed towards the rear warehouse, where several wooden boxes were neatly stacked against the wall.

Nodding in satisfaction, Hawley asked Wilmer to get the bowl.He put on his gloves and took part of the crystal.

The helper looked at the crystals in the bowl, hesitated to speak, held back for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth: "Mr. Hawley, you are still young, and now that you have made such a career, your future is very bright, and you are more promising than my son." .Life is beautiful, don't let it take you too far."

Hawley, Wilmer: ?

The helper was out of breath after hitting the serial gun, and when he turned around, he saw that the little boss was hesitant to speak.

He, could he have misunderstood...?

Holly couldn't help laughing inside, but he still had difficulty suppressing the corners of his mouth.Because he understands that being a helper is a kind act: he is worried about him, so he goes beyond talking and reminds him at the risk of being reprimanded and punished.

"Don't worry, I don't have that kind of thought." Holly said seriously, "I appreciate your worry and reminder."

Nodding stiffly, the helper was so ashamed that he wanted to run away, but then he heard the little boss say: "If you have nothing else to do later, or you have free time, please stay and help me eat something."

……

After carrying the bowl into the kitchen, Wilmer didn't understand what they were talking about the whole time, but only slightly understood something between the lines.

He stared at the crystal block in front of the table and asked, "Is this dangerous?"

"Looking at it now, it is indeed dangerous."

Hawley explained to Wilmer carefully that the crystals in the bowl were actually bittern—the crystals precipitated from the mother liquor after the salt pool was evaporated and cooled.

This kind of brine block, because it is rich in too much electrolyte, if you drink it directly, it will cause great damage to the human body and cause life-threatening.Therefore, many people will commit suicide by drinking brine.

"Use it for food?!" Wilmer stared at Holly in disbelief with his eyes wide open.

"Look, I only use this little amount of water." He picked a brine block of about five grams, watered it and let it melt.

Then filter the soy milk with cotton cloth, separate two pots and boil slowly.

When white foam appeared in the two pots, Hawley pointed to the soy milk and told Wilmer specifically: "Don't look at it foaming, it looks like cooking meat, it looks cooked, in fact, if you want to drink soy milk, you need to cook it again a period of time."

"Otherwise drinking at this time will cause poisoning. Diarrhea and vomiting are considered mild."

One pot is still boiling, while the other pot is skimming off the scum and starting to light the stew.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wilmer's nervous appearance. He felt amused, and asked the child to add sugar to the soy milk that had been boiled until the froth disappeared: "Let it cool down, and you can drink it directly."

The chopsticks kept stirring, and the brine was almost added.While waiting for the condensed bean curd, the two of them each drank soy milk.

Wilmer's red eyes stared straight at the soy milk surging in white mist. He was a little afraid of being hot, and Holly laughed at him as a cat's tongue.But I tried it before, and the taste of soy milk remained on my lips.

Hawley also said that the magic of nature will be shown to him later.But he felt that just the yellowish off-white liquid in front of his eyes was enough to surprise him.

Why does he know so many ways to make food?According to Uncle Bobby, when he picked up Holly, he lost his memory.

Whether Holly is very creative or comes from the memory before amnesia, Wilmer believes from the bottom of his heart that the place where Holly lived must be the world where God lives.

……

Sure enough, what was supposed to be a puddle of water turned into lumps inside!

Following Holly for so long, Wilmer has seen many things that seem to appear out of nowhere, and that seem to be conjured from the ingredients themselves.

His gaze moved up slightly. Since the first change of form, his body has gradually grown taller. Now he is not as tall as Holly, but he is much taller than before.

Seeing the figure beside him scooping up tofu curds and pressing the molds, Wilmer felt numb.

He reached out a hand, and quietly gripped Holly's hem.

……

About half an hour later, the tofu was formed, and the hardness was pressed with the index finger, and Holly was very satisfied.

After the old tofu was made, he cut it in half - eat one half now, and save the other half for the gluttonous master.

Fry in an iron pan with lard until golden on both sides.Old tofu, that is, northern tofu, has a relatively high hardness and is most suitable for frying.

The previous helper was called, and they sat around the table.

When the helper arrived at the door, he smelled a scent. Just after lunch, his stomach became agitated again under the temptation of that scent.

"This is……?"

"Fried tofu, try it." Hawley pushed the plate across and attached a dish of dry dipping sauce.

He had heard that the little boss was cooking food, but he didn't expect that he would also be lucky enough to taste the craftsmanship.Swallowing his saliva, he took the fork and inserted a square golden soft lump. When he picked it up, he could still see the drooping arcs at both ends.

Carefully bite off a corner, the aroma of oil and beans is passed to the taste buds through the soft and tough taste, and the back molars are ground to grind out the subtle sourness inside.

It's so fragrant, these three words filled the helper's mind.It has a mild taste, toughness and fragrance, and it is not as overbearing as barbecue.

"Try that dipping sauce, remember to dip a little less,"

Under Holly's instruction, the helper tried to put some dry ingredients into his mouth again.

Numbness, there is also a feeling that has never been experienced before, like a thunderbolt hitting the tongue and rushing straight to the mind.

The stimulation brought by this special taste is like beer, but more violent than beer.With the chewy bean fragrance, it disturbs the consciousness of the helper layer by layer.

Holly looked at the other person's expression, and seemed to be able to accept it. He smiled and handed the soy milk: "Is it too spicy? Take a sip of this."

It turns out that this feeling is called "spicy".The helper followed Hawley almost obediently, taking a sip of the lukewarm liquid.

At this time, he was finally able to notice clearly that the rich and fragrant liquid in his hand smelled like soybeans.

The cubes I ate just now also had a similar bean flavor.It turned out that it was called grinding out the pulp before, and it was used for this...

The fire on the tongue was smoothed by the bean liquid, and it disappeared a lot.

"Do you like it without dipping sauce, or with spicy flavor?" Hawley asked.

He chose the latter without hesitation, the burning feeling made him a little dizzy, but the excitement was really exciting.

Holly's smile deepened. He took a square box and poured the remaining tofu cubes into the box.

"Here, take the tofu home and eat slowly. I'll pack the dipping sauce for you separately."

"How can this..."

"Take it, or I will be angry."

This trick Huaguo's all-purpose golden phrase, combined with the driving with raised eyebrows, is completely sufficient to deal with the aborigines of the other world.

The helper hurriedly accepted the box, fearing that the little boss would be really angry. The moment he held the box with both hands, he saw the young man in front of him smile again.

He couldn't help but be infected, laughing at himself for being cheated, while sincerely thanking this kind and enthusiastic employer.

When leaving, the helper's smile didn't fade. After leaving, it slowly became sour, and his heart felt swollen and warm.

Hawley looked back at Wilmer who was "fighting to the death" with the pepper at the table, and said helplessly, "Don't fight foolishly, don't eat if you can't eat it, be careful of stomach pain."

Combined with Borg, the master dwarf craftsman, the ruthless man who was found to eat two wattles raw, it seems that the people of the other world have a good acceptance of chili peppers.

He spent half his life eating boiled beans in his previous life, which caused him some physical discomfort from the smell, let alone an aborigine.

Now that everything is ready, they should have a good experience of the bombardment of all kinds of soy products.

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