I rely on pancakes to become rich [farming]

After recruiting Mrs. Wu who possesses cold internal energy last time, Yan Moji began to miss the iced drink from his previous life, and found it increasingly unbearable for the scorching heat of midsummer.

It's just that Mrs. Wu's martial arts are mediocre, at most it's an iced effect, and it's far from iced drinks.

Yan Moji couldn't eat ice cream, and began to miss the air-conditioned room again. When the heat was unbearable, he even wanted Mrs. Wu to give him a palm; in the end, for the sake of his life, he gave up this idea.

Especially at night, Yan Moji felt even more difficult when he was sleeping. He just felt like a bun that was put into a steamer and would soon be steamed and served on the table.

Being too hot to sleep, Yan Moji tried to cool himself down.He went to the yard to take a shower with cold water, wiped it hastily, then went back to the house and dragged the mat to the ground, opened the door and window, wore only a pair of specially-made boxer briefs, lay in large characters, felt the cold ground, and finally felt comfortable.

As a result of this pleasant feeling, Yan Moji developed a high fever the next day.

It was Ji Mingwu who got up on time to find that Yan Moji had a fever.

After Ji Mingwu got up, he found that Yan Moji, who usually got up early to cook, was silent today, which was a little strange, so he went to the door of Yan Moji's room to take a look.

The door was not closed, and Ji Mingwu saw Yan Moji, who was almost naked, lying flat on the ground at a glance, and two bright red spots on the white skin of his upper body pierced into Ji Mingwu's eyes instantly.

Ji Mingwu moved his Adam's apple subconsciously, his eyes flashed away, he adjusted his breath in silence, and then looked over again. This time, he saw clearly the abnormal flush on Yan Moji's face, and there was a seemingly absent moan from his mouth. , apparently with a fever.

Ji Mingwu's face became serious.

He stepped forward and picked up Yan Moji from the ground with one hand, put him back on the bed, and pulled the quilt to cover him up. With his right hand resting on Yan Moji's wrist, the inner air entered Yan Moji's body and circled around, helping him He took a breath from the cold.

A thin layer of sweat suddenly broke out on Yan Moji's body.

After dispelling the cold, Yan Moji was on the verge of waking up, and murmured in confusion, "Brother Wu?"

Ji Mingwu pulled up the quilt to cover his chest, which made him unable to look away, and his tone was still calm: "You have a fever, sleep a little longer, I'll get you a doctor."

Yan Moji's brain full of muddleheaded for a long time before he realized the meaning of Ji Mingwu's words. He licked his chapped lips, a little embarrassed: "Brother Wu..."

Ji Mingwu gave a "hmm" and helped him tuck the quilt before going out.

Not long after, Ji Mingwu came back with an old doctor.The white-haired old Langzhong took Yan Moji's pulse, then pinched his gray beard and said: "The wind and cold entered the body, and it seems that the young man is sweating. It is not a serious problem. The old man prescribed two doses of medicine and boiled it." Just take it."

Yan Moji huddled his head under the blanket, and only heard a muffled voice: "Thank you, Langzhong, and I'll trouble you to make a trip."

The old man waved his hand indifferently, anyway, he received a lot of money, and he would be happy to let him go a few more times.

The doctor prescribed a prescription, helped to grab the medicine, and gave a few instructions on how to cook the medicine juice before leaving.

Ji Mingwu boiled the medicine jar, let it simmer slowly, and came over to get Yan Moji clean clothes: "Put it on, so as not to catch a cold again."

Yan Moji was a little embarrassed, propped up his limp hands and feet, lifted the quilt in front of Ji Mingwu and put on his clothes.

He didn't think too much about it; but when Ji Mingwu saw Yan Moji's exposed body, his eyes drifted subconsciously, his lips were pursed into a line, and his right hand also clenched his crutch.

When Yan Moji put it on again, Ji Mingwu felt that he seemed a little too nervous just now, poured a bowl of water, and handed it to Yan Moji, watching Yan Moji drink it in small sips, the expression on his face subconsciously softened a lot.

Putting down the bowl, just as Ji Mingwu was about to go out, Yan Moji stopped him in a low voice: "Brother Wu, come talk with me."

Maybe it's because he feels vulnerable after being sick, Yan Moji doesn't really want to be alone now.

Ji Mingwu paused for a moment, then sat back again: "What did you say?"

"Hmm... Tell me about your previous experience?" Yan Moji thought for a while, and asked himself a question that he had always cared about, "Brother Wu, how did your woodcarving do so well?"

Ji Mingwu looked at Yan Moji with some anticipation, his cheeks were still a little flushed, and his throat moved again, before he replied: "It's nothing but practice."

"Do you practice woodcarving every day?"

"No, I practice other things." Ji Mingwu was silent for a while, and then replied, "I'm not talented. After I joined my master's school when I was young, my master told me that if I want to succeed in my studies, I have to pay thousands of times more than my classmates." effort."

Yan Moji asked with great interest: "Then Brother Wu, did you work hard?"

Speaking of the past, Ji Mingwu's expression softened a little: "No——I'm working hard, so why isn't my fellow disciple also working hard? How can it be such a good thing to try to surpass those truly favored ones just by hard work."

"That……?"

"The master also told me that human energy is limited, and I am not talented enough. Why don't I follow the path of single-mindedness, abandon the trivial, focus on each move, and focus on practicing." When it comes to these things, he has always been reticent. The seldom-spoken Ji Mingwu finally spoke a little more, with a hint of a smile in his voice, "So I followed my master's instructions and only concentrated on practicing that move, day and night."

Although Yan Moji felt that "one trick, one style" didn't sound like a word to describe carpentry, he didn't think much about it when he was dizzy from burning, but his eyes widened in surprise: "Practice only one trick, it won't be boring ?"

"Of course I will." The corners of Ji Mingwu's lips curled slightly, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes, "In order to relieve impetuousness, I started wood carving."

"Oh?"

"Sculpture was suggested to me by a brother of mine." Ji Mingwu took a deep look at Yan Moji, "He said that sculpture and calligraphy are the most calming ways, and there is no pen, ink, paper and inkstone where I practice. Try sculpting to concentrate your mind."

Yan Moji understood: "Then you started to carve all the time?"

Ji Mingwu nodded: "Even now, sometimes when I'm in a difficult mood, I can also start carving, and I can concentrate after a while."

Yan Moji smashed his mouth, and sighed: "The way of single-mindedness... Brother Wu, you are so inspiring."

——Imagine, a young child, scolded by the master for being untalented, practiced earnestly on a large pile of wood, and during the break, he would hold a small piece of wood to carve... Finally, he became a qualified Woodworking and carving skills have also become the pinnacle...

——It’s so inspiring!

Yan Moji suggested sincerely: "Brother Wu, I think you should consider debuting as a woodcarving master."

Although Ji Mingwu didn't know what Yan Moji was thinking, he guessed that it must be far from the reality, so he didn't correct him, but smiled faintly, and helped Yan Moji tuck the quilt again.

In fact, his efforts in the sect were far more difficult than what he said to Yan Mojiruo.

The two senior brothers are both geniuses in the sky. Every time the master mentions the senior brothers, he is full of praise. Facing himself, he straightens his face and warns himself seriously that if he wants to catch up with the two senior brothers, he must concentrate and focus on one thing. Keep practicing hard, practice thoroughly, and then consider learning the next one.

Since then, the two senior brothers have practiced more and more moves and chapters. Only he himself, waving the moves that he has repeated countless times in his own small courtyard, will often feel that he is insignificant. So sad that I want to cry...

Thinking of the past of learning martial arts in the sect, Ji Mingwu was a little lost, couldn't help rubbing his crutch again, and didn't come back to his senses until Yan Moji called him twice.

After regaining consciousness, looking at Yan Moji's slightly pink lips, Ji Mingwu suddenly felt a little impulse in his heart, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "What about you?"

Yan Moji didn't understand: "What?"

"How did you develop your cooking skills, and why do you want to spread mixed food all over the country?"

Yan Moji was stunned for a moment, and some memories of the past swirled in his mind.

Want to do this line of work, in fact, it is still a matter when I am about to graduate from university.

At first, although he discovered his super memory for food, Yan Moji himself never thought about going into the catering industry.

He applied for a finance-related major in order to get a high salary in the financial industry; he would go to various restaurants to work and study during college so that he would no longer have to ask his family for money.

But before he graduated, his parents died one after another.

The father was overworked and his organs were failing; the mother was malnourished and overly saddened by his father's death.

To put it bluntly, they are all poor.

On the night after cremating his mother, Yan Moji went back to his home in the small mountain village and sat on the stove all night.

He remembered the night after relatives came to make trouble, his mother hastily bandaged the wound, got up and lit the stove, spread pancakes and scrambled eggs for dinner, but he didn't move; he remembered the countless times he drool at the roadside stalls , but the sensible one didn't open his mouth. Mom went home and imitated those snacks and made them for him to eat.Some of these homemade snacks smell more fragrant than roadside stalls, and some are just in shape...

He won't be able to eat it anymore.

Yan Moji's parents passed away one after another, which dealt a great blow to Yan Moji, and the taste of the food at home was so clear in his memory that he couldn't get up the mood to eat, and couldn't swallow it.

In the end, relying on his extraordinary memory, Yan Moji tried to copy the taste made by his mother back then. After re-tasting the familiar taste, he decided that he would devote himself to the catering industry and keep the taste in his memory. , leaving the taste in the memory of more people.

Therefore, he did not choose to take the route of main dishes. Based on the simple and ordinary roadside stalls in his childhood memories, he dug out various delicacies and snacks, and gradually expanded the assorted food from his previous life.

In fact, the memory is too far away, Yan Moji didn't feel much sadness when he thought of the scene of his parents' death.Because after joining the food industry, the satisfaction and happiness he gained gradually made up for the pain of bereavement.

Although he had a fever, Yan Moji still remembered that these past life memories cannot be shared, so he just smiled helplessly: "I just want to find the taste in my childhood memory."

Ji Mingwu's expression fluctuated slightly, and a touch of sympathy flashed in his jade-like pupils.

Yan Moji knew in his heart that Ji Mingwu should have thought of the experience of being kidnapped by the original body, so he didn't say much, but just yawned.

Ji Mingwu came to his senses and stood up holding his crutches: "The medicine should be ready."

He turned and went out, and after a while, he came in with a bowl full of brown medicine in his hand: "Drink the medicine."

Yan Moji sat up, took the bowl carefully, and said with a smile, "Brother Wu, your balance is really good, it's so full that you didn't spill a single drop."

Ji Mingwu watched Yan Moji drink the medicine carefully, his face wrinkled in pain, for some reason, he felt a faint smile in his heart, and when Yan Moji finished drinking the medicine, he took out a small oil-paper bag from his arms and handed it to him. To Yan Moji: "Eat."

"What is this?" Yan Moji was a little puzzled, took it and unfolded it, and there were several candied preserved fruits inside.

——Brother Wu, are you afraid that he will find the medicine bitter?

——How come, he is not a child anymore.

Yan Moji was amused, but also moved. He didn't refuse Ji Mingwu's kindness, stuffed the preserved fruit into his mouth, lay down peacefully, and smiled with crooked eyebrows: "Thank you Brother Wu."

Ji Mingwu looked at him, with a rare warm arc on his mouth.

The two of them were chatting with each other alone, which made Ji Mingwu and Yan Moji feel a lot closer at the same time.

Ji Mingwu watched him eat the preserved fruit in silence, sat down again, his face became more serious, and suddenly asked: "Why don't you sleep on the bed?"

Yan Moji was stunned for a moment, confused, and replied: "Because it's too hot..."

Ji Mingwu frowned slightly, but did not speak.

Didn't hear Ji Mingwu's next words, Yan Moji was a little uneasy, raised his head cautiously, just in time to meet Ji Mingwu's slightly frowning brows and expressionless face.

Yan Moji felt that Ji Mingwu might be a little angry.

—but what's the fuss about it?Isn't it just a common cold and cold...

But Brother Wu is handsome, Brother Wu is always right.Yan Moji thought for a while, and cautiously probed: "Brother Wu...?"

Ji Mingwu originally wanted to teach Yan Moji that he doesn't know the severity, he is not a martial artist, and the cold and fever may not be easy to cure. If he is not by his side, he will use his internal force to help him get rid of the cold, and he is counting on the medicine. I don't know what to wait for Time to go!

But looking at Yan Moji's watery eyes with a little tentativeness, Ji Mingwu didn't know why, and felt that his anger dissipated in an instant.

In the end, he opened his mouth and only uttered a light sentence: "Don't do this again in the future."

——Hey, brother Wu is not angry!

Yan Moji regained his energy, and complained reassuringly: "Brother Wu, I didn't do it on purpose, it's been too hot these past few nights, I felt my whole body sweating when I didn't move on the bed, and my whole body felt like water. It’s the same as what was fished out. Sigh, it would be great if they were the same as Li Si Qianping and the others. Their martial arts are not afraid of cold and heat... If Li Si hadn’t said last time that I was too old to learn martial arts, I would also want to worship them as teachers... "

Ji Mingwu was a little helpless, seeing Yan Moji babbling in peace, he couldn't help but have the urge to sigh.

But he didn't interrupt, and sat on the edge of the bed listening to Yan Moji's rambling, with a smile unconsciously on his face.

Yan Moji talked for a while, feeling drowsy, and couldn't help yawning.

Ji Mingwu knew that the medicine prescribed by the doctor had the effect of helping sleep, so he patted the edge of the bed lightly: "Go to sleep for a while."

Yan Moji grunted, nodded, and yawned again: "Then I'll go to bed first..."

Watching him fall asleep, Ji Mingwu unconsciously lingered on Yan Moji's face for a moment, then stood up, picked up the medicine bowl on the table, slowed down and went out.

...

Hearing that Yan Moji was ill, Ji Mingwen and Ji's mother came to see him, as did Aunt Zhang and Zhang Sanlang.

When Ji Mingwen and Ji Mu came, Yan Moji was still sleeping. Ji Mingwu explained a few words lightly, but Ji Mu seemed to have misunderstood something, she seemed hesitant to speak, and deliberately avoided Mingwen's little girl, and pulled Ji Mingwu to come In the corner, he asked him to "be restrained, and don't tire Moji".

Ji Mingwu didn't know why, but he didn't refute his mother's reprimand, and nodded in agreement.

When the Zhang family's mother and son came over, Yan Moji just got up and asked about the situation in the store.

After chatting with Aunt Zhang, Yan Moji looked at Zhang Sanlang who was carrying a thick porcelain bowl tied with a straw rope, and said with a smile, "Did Sanlang bring me bean curd?"

Zhang Sanlang opened his eyes wide: "How did the boss know?"

Yan Moji smiled and said nothing - the aroma from that bowl was exactly the same as the bean curd that was spilled on the ground when he visited Zhang's that night.

The wooden lid on the bowl was lifted, and the bean curd inside was still warm and fragrant. Yan Moji took a spoon to taste it, and his eyes lit up: "Well, it's really good!"

This bean curd tastes really good!

Zhang Sanlang smiled a little embarrassedly: "Although Sun's bean curd is not very famous, but the taste is really good, this time my master is sick, I must not be able to eat anything, so I bought a copy and brought it to my master to taste. "

Yan Moji smiled and praised him: "Sanlang is very thoughtful."

——The most thoughtful thing is that Zhang Sanlang still remembers the taste he mentioned casually last time, and brought over the pickled salted bean curd.

After Yan Moji slept until the afternoon, he was indeed a little hungry. The bean curd was really delicious, and he was an acquaintance with Mrs. Zhang, so he was not polite, and finished eating all of them.

Seeing him eating happily, Aunt Zhang was also pleased in the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and gave her son an appreciative glance.

At the end, Yan Moji put down his spoon, and said in satisfaction, "It's so delicious...why haven't I heard of this tofu curd before? It's so delicious that it shouldn't be unknown."

Aunt Zhang shook her head and sighed: "Old man Sun is the one who made this tofu curd. Yes—his house is deep in the alley, who would like to take a detour to eat a bowl of bean curd? Only a few of our old neighbors will go to buy some, so that he will not be too sad."

Chef You from Baishan Building...

Yan Moji nodded thoughtfully.This Chef You was the culprit who instigated the food store to run out of assorted food last time. He still remembered that the shopkeeper Mi Xinghuang who came to apologize said that this Chef You was narrow-minded and jealous. I'm also jealous of the delicious food he cooks.

This kind of mentality somehow got mixed up with the chef of Baishanlou.

Yan Moji curled his lips in disdain, and chatted with Aunt Zhang about the business in the shop again, but he had an idea in his heart:

Can you bring the old man Sun who made this bean curd to the assorted food?

Of course, no matter what, his body hasn't recovered yet, and everything is still on the table.

After being ordered by Ji Mingwu to lie on the bed for two days and drink five or six bowls of medicine, Yan Moji finally felt that his body was almost back to normal.

The first thing Yan Moji did after recovering from his illness was to take the straw mats he had laid out for the past two days to the yard to wash it, and then hung it under the eaves to dry in the shade.

Without him, the weather has been hot for the past two days, and he had to cover himself with a quilt because he had a fever, and he sweated a lot. Even if Ji Mingwu would bring him clean clothes for him to change in half a day, the mat and quilt would become damp .

The mats were washed clean, and the bedding was difficult for Yan Moji—he had never washed such a large item by hand in his previous life. When he was a child, his mother would wash it. When he grew up, he would use a washing machine or send it to a laundromat.

Fortunately, Mother Ji, who came to visit the doctor, knew about it and took the initiative to arrange it, which made Yan Moji a little ashamed and embarrassed.

Ji's mother was cheerful: "You and Mingwu are the ones who do big things. I can do laundry as an old woman."

Speaking of this, Mother Ji looked at the sticky quilt in Yan Moji's hands, and suddenly looked a little embarrassed: "As long as you don't hold back..."

What's so taboo about this?Yan Moji didn't know why, but Mother Ji was an elder, maybe she had some habits of old people, so he didn't ask much, but thanked Mother Ji.

At night, when Yan Moji put the dried straw mat back on the bed, he suddenly saw Ji Mingwu walking in with a wooden pillow and a soft quilt.

Yan Moji was stunned for a moment: "Brother Wu, I don't lack pillows."

Ji Mingwu nodded, his expression unchanged: "Well, this is mine."

It took Yan Moji a long time to react, and a divine light suddenly appeared in his eyes: "Brother Wu, are you going to move back to sleep?"

Ji Mingwu couldn't resist Yan Moji's scorching gaze, and subconsciously avoided his eyes: "Yes."

——Why did Brother Wu suddenly change his mind?Are you really moved by yourself?

——But I've been so busy recently that I don't have time to flirt with Brother Wu!

Yan Moji suddenly thought of something, and the smile on his face froze for a moment: His Brother Wu... Could it be that he came to watch him not sleep on the ground?

And in this hot summer, if two people sleep on the same bed, can they still sleep under the heat?

Yan Moji couldn't help but look at Ji Mingwu, and finally thought painfully and happily:

--well!Who told his Brother Wu to be so handsome!Appreciate the beauty if you can't sleep, and be hot when it's hot!

——Maybe if you can’t fall asleep, you can do some exercise before going to bed!

But when it was time to go to bed at night, Yan Moji, who was full of waste during the day, realized that this hot and dull summer night really didn't have any charming atmosphere.

There were occasional insects chirping outside, Yan Moji followed Ji Mingwu into the bed and lay down, with a simple movement, a thin layer of sweat was already forming on his forehead.In order to distract himself from being too hot, Yan Moji tried to talk to his brother Wu.

Although Ji Mingwu was usually taciturn, he would still answer Yan Moji's questions.The two chatted for a while, and Yan Moji gradually realized that there was something wrong with Ji Mingwu.

Brother Wu's body temperature seems to be a little low?

Yan Moji was lying on the bed side by side with him. At first, he was still a little hot, but after lying down for a long time, he suddenly realized that he was not as hot as the previous few days; feeling it again, huh?It seems that the man lying next to him exudes a cool temperature?

——Brother Wu shouldn't have any problems with his body, right?

Yan Moji was a little worried, and lightly poked Ji Mingwu's arm, feeling the cold touch of his fingertips, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Wu, why are you so cold? Are you sick?"

In the dark night, Yan Moji couldn't see Ji Mingwu's face clearly, he could only hear his voice as calm as ever: "Born like this."

"Really?" Yan Moji didn't quite believe it, and poked Ji Mingwu's arm again, "Are you feeling well?"

"No, go to sleep." Ji Mingwu was poked twice by Yan Moji's fingers, feeling a little tingling where he was poked, and a weird sense of anxiety arose in his heart.

Hearing Ji Mingwu's peaceful voice, Yan Moji calmed down his doubts, and thought that he would ask Mother Ji what happened tomorrow... If Brother Wu really has a physical problem, he can't hide his illness from the doctor.

——However, if brother Wu is really talented... wouldn't it be a humanoid air conditioner?From now on, I will sleep with Brother Wu every day in the summer, and my mother will no longer have to worry about me being too hot to fall asleep!

Yan Moji felt the faint coolness coming from around him, which dispelled the sweltering heat of the hot night, and soon felt drowsy, and fell asleep murmuring.

Before falling asleep hazyly, Yan Moji suddenly had a thought in his mind: His Brother Wu... Could it be that he agreed to move back and sleep with him just to serve as an air conditioner for him?

Hearing that Yan Moji had fallen into a deep sleep, Ji Mingwu silently breathed a sigh of relief, and slowed down the internal air flow, allowing his body temperature to warm up a little.

Even if it is the warm and cool air brought out by internal strength, too cold will be harmful to the body of ordinary people.

...

After waking up the next day, as soon as Yan Moji opened his eyes, he saw Ji Mingwu's sharp-edged face close at hand, as if something soft and warm was pressed under his hands and feet, and he felt particularly comfortable in the early morning of summer.

The head that just woke up seemed to be full of bean curd, Yan Moji was stunned for a moment before realizing what happened.

——God, he hugged Ji Mingwu tightly like an octopus like a pillow!

——I must have fallen asleep last night, turned around and turned towards the cooler Ji Mingwu, and then hugged Ji Mingwu!

Yan Moji cast aside his indecent sleeping position in his heart, carefully lifted his hands and feet that were on Ji Mingwu's body, crept up, stared at Ji Mingwu's face closely, for fear that Ji Mingwu would wake up suddenly.

Fortunately, Ji Mingwu slept relatively soundly, Yan Moji got up after getting dressed, and he was still lying on the bed in his original position.

Yan Moji breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried out to wash up.

As soon as he went out, Ji Mingwu, who was "sleeping very hard" on the bed, opened his eyes, his dark eyes were clear, without any trace of the tenderness of just waking up.

After lying on the bed for a while, Ji Mingwu sighed slightly, sat up, got dressed and got out of bed.

...

Because of the scenery when he got up in the morning, Yan Moji felt a little embarrassed facing Ji Mingwu—although he was thinking about how to overthrow his brother Wu, and occasionally fantasized about a happy married life with him, in fact he never I have never been in love, nor have I hugged someone so tightly!

——The words are fierce and cowardly, and they are talking about people like me!

Yan Moji spurned himself in his heart, thinking that he was still a little too young... If he had been more courageous, he might have taken Brother Wu down this morning!

After breakfast, Yan Moji went to the assorted food that he had been away for two days.

Everything about the mixed food is still the same, because Yan Moji has been consciously cultivating the independent decision-making ability of Aunt Zhang, Ji Mingwen, Li Si, and Qian Ping before. There was nothing wrong with my daily life.

Ji Mingwen even solved the takeaway problem that Yan Moji encountered before he fell ill.

She asked the staff to gather a few people who were doing the "ordering takeaway" business, and provided them with a wooden menu carved by Ji Mingwu for free. When ordering, you only need to tick the wooden board with black charcoal or white stone. It has greatly improved the memory accuracy of those who ordered takeaways.

At the same time, Ji Mingwen also claimed that a large number of takeaway orders would not be accepted if they did not see the assorted food on the wooden menu, forcing these people to follow the standard of assorted food.

Yan Moji was very satisfied with this. He guided these people according to the training standards of a single-handed branch manager. He was able to keep the assorted food in order during the few days when he was sick. .

Seeing that the assorted food business was still booming, Yan Moji wandered around, thought for a while, and decided to go to the house of old man Sun who made bean curd that Aunt Zhang had introduced before.

Because he didn't know the way, Yan Moji called Zhang Sanlang, and Zhang Sanlang led the way. The two of them walked through the winding alleys, and finally found Sun's family selling bean curd at the end of a small road.

Walking on the road, Yan Moji sighed in his heart: As far as the Sun's family is walking away from the mountains and mountains on the street, it is not bad for ordinary people not to get lost, let alone walk in and eat that bowl of bean curd?

Before entering the Sun's house, Yan Moji smelled a strong bean fragrance, and his eyes lit up; walking into the open gate, Yan Moji just heard voices talking in the yard.

"Did your second brother hit you again?"

"Um……"

"You bastard...sooner or later someone will break your leg again! Let's eat pea curd first and then go back."

"No, if I don't go back sooner, my second brother will scold me again."

Yan Moji walked into the yard, and happened to see a shriveled old man with gray hair waving a spoon angrily beside the cauldron of cooking bean curd: "If he beats you again, you will come to my old man Sun! Although I'm not good at it, I can still protect a doll!"

Standing opposite him was a short, dark-skinned little girl, a wry smile flashed across her face when she heard this, she turned her head to see Yan Moji and the two, and said to old man Sun obediently: "I'll go back first, Grandpa Sun. "

The little girl said goodbye to Old Man Sun, carefully carried a bowl of tofu curds, lowered her head and ran past Yan Moji's side; the angry look on Old Man Sun's face had not completely disappeared. Zhang Sanlang's tone was rather blunt: "It's Sanlang, what kind of bean curd do you want?"

Zhang Sanlang glanced at Yan Moji subconsciously, Yan Moji smiled and said, "Two bowls of salted bean curd."

He remembered that when he saw the bean curd from that place in the Zhang family, the smell in his nose was salty. San Lang and Mrs. Zhang should both love salty bean curd.

Then Yan Moji pointed to the low table and stool beside him: "Sanlang, sit down."

Although Old Man Sun's face was not very good-looking, he was very skillful with his hands. After a while, two bowls of steaming hot bean curd were served.

The bean curd just out of the pot is steaming, and the rich fresh fragrance and water vapor come to the face together; the tender white bean curd is lying in the middle of the transparent soup, and a spoonful of sauce on it is slowly melting, which makes people's index finger move .

Yan Moji took a sip from the small spoon, and his eyes narrowed in happiness.

The bean curd brought by Sanlang the day before yesterday was already a bit cold, and Yan Moji could never forget the taste; this freshly made hot bean curd perfectly displayed the freshness of the bean, it was smooth and delicious, and it was delicious after one bite. It made Yan Moji want to swallow his tongue!

——This old man is so damn delicious, we have to find a way to take him down!

——Even if you don't consider business, in order to eat this delicious food often, you have to drag Old Man Sun to the assorted food!

After eating a bowl of tofu curd, Yan Moji suppressed his urge to ask for another bowl, and began to think about how to speak.

Judging from the old man Sun's attitude just now, he didn't have a good attitude towards the guests. I'm afraid he was honest. Mrs. Zhang also said that he was a stubborn old man, so how should I speak?

Yan Moji pondered for a while, and decided to get straight to the point: "Uncle Sun, your tofu curd is really delicious, it's a pity to be buried in this alley, have you ever thought about selling it in another place?"

Old man Sun was taken aback, and then his swarthy old face suddenly pulled down: "Which family are you from, have you never heard of my old man Sun's reputation? Don't sell it! Even if I bring my family's bean curd handicraft into the coffin, I won't buy it. Won't sell!"

With a non-aggressive smile on Yan Moji's face, he waited for Old Man Sun to finish speaking before explaining: "I am the owner of Assorted Food, and I don't want to buy your craftsmanship, but just want to..."

"Wait, which family do you think you belong to?" Old man Sun interrupted him suddenly.

Yan Moji was stunned for a moment: "Assorted food."

Could it be that old man Sun has a problem with mixed food?That would be difficult...

Hearing that Yan Moji was the owner of Mixed Foods, the expression on Old Man Sun's face suddenly warmed up, and a smile immediately appeared on his mean old face: "You are the owner of Mixed Foods? Haha! I heard that your baby is made by Chef Nayou." Ate a turtle? It made the old man happy for several days!"

Yan Moji breathed a sigh of relief, and then smiled and said, "Chef You's heart is smaller than the tip of a needle, and he will suffer sooner or later, and I just happened to be at the right time."

"Hmph, Chef Nayou claims to be the No. 1 chef in the town. I have long disliked the old man." Old man Sun spat in disdain. After a few days of ridiculing, the chief treasurer of Baishan Building was furious, not to mention cutting off his monthly silver, and even his brother-in-law third treasurer was removed because of eating inside and outside. You didn't see his face in those days, haha!"

This Yan Moji really doesn't know—Chef You and his brother-in-law and third shopkeeper don't take it seriously in his heart at all. After solving the grain business incident, Yan Moji left them behind, but he didn't care. Thinking that those two people had been taught a lesson by Baishanlou's own people.

Old man Sun sneered at Chef You happily, and then he was satisfied, and returned to the topic at the beginning: "You don't plan to buy my old man's craftsmanship, so what do you want to do?"

Yan Moji quickly described the plan he had conceived.

In fact, the plan is quite simple: assorted foods are sold in stalls according to the type of food in the lobby. Yan Moji plans to provide old man Sun with a booth, plus a small kitchen at the back, so that old man Sun can directly live in assorted foods and sell bean curd;

And the profit of old man Sun's bean curds has nothing to do with Yan Moji, he only needs to pay a fixed amount of booth rental fee on a regular basis.

As the party who took the initiative to invite, Yan Moji can also waive old man Sun's rent for one month and let him go and do it first.

This kind of good thing happened from the sky, and old man Sun was stunned when he heard it, with a look of doubt on his face: "You baby, are you trying to trick my old man into being happy? How can you make money like this?"

"Your business is booming, and our assorted food business is booming, so I can earn more?"

For such a good thing, old man Sun was a little moved and hesitant: "It's just that my old man and Chef Nayou didn't deal with each other. He found some local hooligans to set me up several times. Can you bear it?"

Yan Moji smiled.

——The cooks and takeaways in his family's waiter, there are martial artists who can really know martial arts everywhere, if those local hooligans really come here, hehe...

Seeing that Yan Moji was full of confidence, old man Sun thought about it. Although he said that he would rather bring his craftsmanship into the coffin than sell it, how could he be willing to bury his life's hard work in this deep alley like this?

——It’s just that this seemingly immature doll can really stand up to Chef Nayou’s revenge?

After thinking about it, old man Sun decided to take another gamble, gritted his teeth and agreed.

However, Yan Moji refused the one-month rent-free offer: "My old man doesn't like to take advantage of others."

Yan Moji could see that Old Man Sun's self-esteem might be quite strong, so he didn't insist.Anyway, he has enough confidence in the taste of old man Sun's bean curd, as long as he gives it a good stall, it will definitely sell well.

After negotiating the rent and contract, Yan Moji went back to Shi Jinshi and asked the guys to clean up a booth to welcome Mr. Sun