I rely on pancakes to become rich [farming]

After returning from Yuan's house, Yan Moji felt much more at ease, and even the drizzle was pleasing to the eye.

It's just that the fifth young master mentioned something to him after he was full of wine and food, which made him quite concerned.

——"Be careful yourself, those people's target is not your small shop, but you."

This made Yan Moji mutter in his heart: What does Fifth Young Master mean by that? Those people are targeting me?

Is there anything in him that the town's rich and powerful could covet?

——Could it be because of his beauty?

Yan Moji touched his face narcissistically.

The appearance of the original body is quite handsome, similar to his previous life, but because of his age, he looks more immature.This also allowed Yan Moji to quickly adapt to his new identity, and there was no shameful thing like being scared to pee by his own reflection when he woke up at night.

In this ancient world, men and men can marry normally, and it is really uncertain whether there will be such a thing of robbery...

Just when a gust of wind blew the rain into the seam of the coir raincoat, Yan Moji shuddered subconsciously, and sighed regretfully in his heart: He is a man with his own name, so don't arrange such a bloody drama for him...

Huh, no!

Yan Moji was stunned suddenly - his brother Wu was much more handsome than him, so it's possible that someone was actually planning on his brother Wu, right?Bankrupt him first, and then say, "As long as you donate Ji Mingwu, your debt will be forgiven"?

That can't be tolerated!

Yan Moji, who wanted to make up a series of bloody plots in his own mind, cheered up, and walked towards the assorted food with a serious face.

He will protect Brother Wu's innocence!

After returning to the assorted food, Yan Moji found that the atmosphere in the store seemed a little weird.

Aunt Zhang and Mother Ji were standing in the kitchen with angry faces, but there was some fear on their faces, as if they were worried about something; Ji Mingwen was angrily held back by Qian Ping, as if he was about to open his mouth to scold in the next second ;

And Li Si stood in front of everyone, reaching out his hand to stop a man in indigo uniform with his back facing Yan Moji, with a neither humble nor overbearing face: "I can't decide this matter, Your Excellency, let's talk about it when the boss comes back."

Speaking of which, Li Si saw Yan Moji who pushed the door in, and his eyes lit up immediately: "Master, are you back?"

Yan Moji nodded, put away his coir raincoat, and looked at the scene in the lobby: "What's going on?"

"Boss, this person came from nowhere and said he wanted to buy our shop." Li Si leaned over and said in a low voice, "He claims to be from Baishanlou."

Before Yan Moji could speak, the strange man turned around, his eyes were full of arrogance, and he raised his chin at Yan Moji: "Are you the owner of this shop?"

Yan Moji looked him up and down, and said calmly, "That's right, who are you?"

The man snorted with some disdain: "I am the third shopkeeper of Baishan Building. I am here this time to tell you that Baishan Building paid for your small shop. You should pack it up and go to Baishan Building as soon as possible." Shanlou, we can arrange for you to do chores with our chef first, and you can take charge of cooking after you learn it—but you have to remember, our Baishanlou is not a poor little shop like yours. It should be exquisite and expensive, we don't want you idiots, and look at what you made..."

"Wait a minute." Yan Moji heard that the so-called third shopkeeper was getting more and more wrong, so he couldn't help interrupting him, and asked with a smile on his face, "It seems that I haven't promised you that I will sell the shop to Baishan floor?"

The third shopkeeper paused, then looked over in surprise as if he had heard some funny joke: "What are you talking about? Baishanlou wants to buy you, but you actually refuse?"

Yan Moji felt a little funny at the inexplicable self-confidence of the third shopkeeper of Baishanlou.

He does know the name of this Baishan restaurant, it is the largest restaurant in this town, and Yan Moji has visited it before when he was inspecting.Although I can't afford the expensive dishes in restaurants because of my lack of money, some things can be distinguished by the smell alone.

From Yan Moji's point of view, Baishanlou is for dinner and big dishes, and he is for snacks and snacks. The two sides should have no connection with each other. What are the people from Baishanlou coming here for?

Yan Moji had no intention of selling the shop at all, and he didn't like the domineering third shopkeeper, so he immediately refused: "Thank you for the love from the third shopkeeper, but our assorted food business is very good, so I don't bother Baishanlou to worry about it."

The third shopkeeper didn't expect that Yan Moji would refuse such a good job, and immediately sneered: "Little boss, you can't pretend to be fat with a swollen face, you can't even buy rice noodles in this small shop, so why are you pretending that your business is booming? If you don’t come to our Baishan Building, you can earn some coffin books.”

Baishanlou knew that the grain store in the town refused to sell grain to assorted foods?

Yan Moji narrowed his eyes slightly:

——Did you come here to take advantage of the situation because you heard the rumors, or were they involved in this matter in the first place?

——When the fifth young master mentioned himself, did he refer to Baishanlou?

No matter what the situation is, it is impossible for Yan Moji to have anything to do with Baishanlou, so he immediately turned cold and saw off the guests: "My words have been made very clear, assorted foods will not be sold, and I will not go to Baishan Dining Building, Your Excellency, please go back!"

The third shopkeeper did not expect that Yan Moji would not even be polite to him, his face turned blue with anger, and he even said a few "good" words: "Good, good, good! Since you are so ungrateful, then I will Let's see how this little rundown shop of yours lost everything! We won't want you even if you kneel at the door of Baishan Building!"

After finishing speaking, the third shopkeeper slammed the door angrily and left.

Yan Moji curled his lips indifferently - don't say that he already has a solution to the current crisis, even if he doesn't, he doesn't have any interest in working for others, he might as well go back and spread his pancakes!

Not paying attention to the third treasurer at all, Yan Moji began to arrange the following things.

He called Li Si, and asked Li Si to take the silver and go to the blacksmith shop in the north of the town where he had made the chalk before. He asked the blacksmith shop to make a new chai as soon as possible, and he could add money, the sooner the better, preferably within two days do it within.

"Boss, how many pans do you want?" Li Si asked a little astonished while holding the big bag of heavy silver taels.

Yan Moji estimated, and replied: "At least six or seven noodles, the more the better."

"So much? Can we fit in the shop?"

"It's okay, you just go, I just went out and rented a new shop."

——At this time, the owner actually rented a new shop?what to sell

Li Si left with full of doubts.

Yan Moji told Qian Ping the location of the new shop rented from the fifth young master of the Yuan family, and asked Qian Ping to go to the shop now, hire a few coolies to dismantle all the furniture in the shop, and then find a mason to work in the shop Build a stove, and the more you build, the better.

Qian Ping took the order, and Ji Mingwen next to him understood a little bit: "Brother Moji, are you going to open a pancake shop?"

Yan Moji smiled and patted her head: "Smart."

"But how can we have pancakes at the food stall?"

"This time it's not selling pancakes or fried pancakes. We sell rolled pancakes." Yan Moji casually comforted her, then turned to look at Mother Ji and Aunt Zhang, "Mother, this matter about Aunt Zhang I still need your help."

The two didn't understand, so they asked, "What's the matter?"

"Please ask around in the past few days if anyone is willing to follow us to learn how to make pancakes. If so, you are willing to work in the pancake shop for three days. We will take care of one lunch and guarantee that you can learn."

At this moment, even Ji Mingwen was stunned: "Brother Moji, you have taught the skill of making pancakes after only three days as a helper? It's too cheap for them!"

Other families in the town learn art from their masters, so they have to kneel down three times and knock nine times, serve tea and water, and wait on the master before they can learn a little bit?

Yan Moji smiled indifferently: "Don't worry, the skill of making pancakes is quite simple, even if I don't teach it, people who have been watching me carefully can figure it out by themselves; It is also good for us to promote the technology.”

What are the benefits?

From the bottom of his heart, Ji Mingwen thought that brother Moji was giving away his skills for nothing, pouted, full of displeasure.

Yan Moji didn't bother with her, looked at the sky outside, made some calculations in his mind, and said: "In the past two days, let's cook less rice and noodles, and cook more meat, eggs, and vegetables."

Speaking of this, he suddenly paused, then laughed, and looked at Ji Mingwen: "Mingwen, you are quite free at the counter now, just in time, how about a meal for you?"

Ji Mingwen was a little curious, and immediately forgot the unhappiness just now: "What food?"

"I used to call it Kanto cooking, but since it's our assorted food..." Yan Moji blinked, "Let's call it 'Assorted Cooking'."

Kanto cooking is a kind of food that Yan Moji only learned about when he was in university. Although the taste is very light, the lingering fragrance and various ingredients are very popular in both Japan and China where it originated.

In his previous life, Yan Moji also learned how to make oden, and even studied and adjusted the soup base of oden to make it taste better.

After coming to this world, Yan Moji has adjusted many sauces and soup bases according to the taste of the town here, and the Kanto soup base is naturally not a problem.

It just so happens that oden is mainly made of eggs, fish, tofu, radish and other ingredients, and it is easy to watch the fire, so it is just right for Ji Mingwen to do it.

So that night, after a busy day, Yan Moji began to teach Ji Mingwen how to make oden, which is now called assorted cooking ingredients.

The most troublesome raw materials are meatballs and fish balls, and the rest are basically cut into shapes and strung together with wooden sticks.

Ji Mingwen was in charge of the cash register and waiter before, and it was the first time he was in charge of a kind of food independently. He was very excited and serious, and patiently followed Yan Moji to rub the fish balls, meticulously.

Yan Moji was adjusting the mixed soup base, while pointing her out from time to time.The mild fragrance slowly overflowed, although it was not as strong as the pork bone soup, but it was long-lasting. With Yan Moji's continuous stirring, the fragrance gradually filled the whole kitchen and spread outside.

With a "squeak", the kitchen door was pushed open, and Ji Mingwu walked in with a sharpened wooden stick. After putting it down, he didn't go out immediately, moved his nose, and finally couldn't help asking:

"When can I eat it?"

The author has something to say: I am hungry again after writing this chapter... I will go out to have a supper later_(:3」∠)_ I don’t know how much weight I will gain after writing this article...