I rely on pancakes to become rich [farming]

This town is said to be small, but it is actually quite large.

It was getting late, and there were many early stalls on the road. Porters and women who got up early in twos and threes gathered together, and the rising white mist and rich aroma spread together. They talked with accents and The sound of chewing food is mixed together, outlining a picture of a warm and simple town.

Along the way, Yan Moji sniffled and saw a lot of breakfast stalls, basically steamed buns, steamed stuffed buns, noodles and the like, but I didn't see fried dough sticks and soy milk.

This made him think a bit better: Selling fried dough sticks and soy milk seems to be good?

But in a blink of an eye, he vetoed this idea by himself—although this classic breakfast can be sold anywhere, the procedure of making fried dough sticks and soy milk by hand is too complicated. He has only seen it before and never made it himself. If you want to make a sellable shot, you have to think hard and try again and again.

What he lacks now is time.

If food is to be popular in a short period of time, the first is novelty, the second is publicity, and the third is deliciousness.

Yan Moji browsed all the big and small breakfast stalls around, and went to some small restaurants and big restaurants to wander around a few times, observing the taste preferences of the people here, and comparing it with his own memory, in his heart With a spectrum.

This world looks similar to ancient China, and the development of food culture is similar. I dare not say it far away. In the small town where I live, I still stay on ordinary frying and cooking. The staple food is mainly rice, noodles, steamed buns and buns. The simplicity of the home, but it also seems a bit monotonous.

Well, the staple food is only rice, noodles, steamed buns...

Yan Moji squeezed his chin, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he started laughing.

To eat, of course, is to do what you are best at!

Once you decide what to do, you have to go back and prepare the materials.It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, and she has to figure out things like noodles, oil, and salt.

Although selling food will always make a steady profit, Yan Moji still has no idea about the actual prices in this world.

There's no way, the original body is a scumbag who won't even help the oil bottle if it's overturned, how much do you care about the price of half a liter of oil?That is without even thinking about it.If it wasn't for Ji Mingwu, that stupid big guy who was on the stall, he would have been screamed by the pole.

Speaking of which, when Yuan was in Qiao's house, he did chores every day and was often beaten and scolded. After marrying into Ji's house, Ji Mingwu and Ji Lao both treated him very well, but he became more and more active!

This person is sometimes a bit cheap, lacking the beatings of the society...

Yan Moji looked at the sun that had turned to the middle of the sky, and touched his deflated stomach, and decided to go home first.

Just wandering around the breakfast stalls and restaurants for so long, he was going to be greedy to death by the smell.

By the way, go back and ask Ji Mingwu the cost price of daily kitchen supplies. Ever since he got married but refused to cook, Ji Mingwu has always cooked the food for the Ji family, so he should be very clear about it.

——By the way, get closer to Ji Mingwu, improve your favorability, and don't drive yourself out when you are in debt, right?

Although from the moment Ji Mingwu stood in front of the creditor to block him, Yan Moji had already sensed that Ji Mingwu would not leave him behind.But since I have lived my whole life in this capacity, I can't just enjoy other people's contributions with peace of mind.

Turning back to the alley to go home, Yan Moji met many women and old ladies who went out, basically they were all of the same style of coarse cloth dresses, thorn wooden rings, and some of them had headscarves wrapped around their heads.When these women saw Yan Moji, they all showed strange eyes, and many of them joined forces and pointed contemptuously at his figure.

Yan Moji has a bit of an impression of these people in his memory. They are all neighbors in the neighborhood of Ji's house, and the "great achievements" of the original body have been spread to the ears of these neighbors, and they have become the most typical negative example for them to teach their juniors .

It's all the fault of the original body...

Yan Moji sighed with emotion, instead of running quickly with his head down like the original body, he showed a bright smile to those women and old ladies, and greeted each of them cordially according to the original body's memory:

"Sister Han, good afternoon!"

"Ms. Zhang, are you going out to buy food?"

……

The people who were called all had abnormal expressions of being struck by lightning—hey, did the sun come out from the west today?That unreliable male and female daughter-in-law of the Ji family can actually laugh and call people?

Reach out and don't hit the smiling face.The women who were gossiping in front of Yan Moji just now could only nod their faces awkwardly in response, until Yan Moji walked away and couldn't recover, and then they got together and continued to whisper.

Yan Moji didn't take it seriously, and continued to greet him with a smile along the way.

What matters in business is popularity, not to mention food, when he comes out to sell food, these women and ladies are all potential customers!

Don't say that he greeted him with a smile on the face of unjust rumors, when he opened a shop in his previous life, it was rare for him to encounter strange customers who would do nothing at all?

Not affected by what happened on the road at all, Yan Moji returned to Ji's house with a smile on his face, just in time to see Ji Mingwu washed his hands and was limping towards the kitchen.

Ji Mingwu is ready to cook?

Yan Moji immediately yelled: "Let me go!" Then he rushed forward, and Ji Mingwu stepped into the kitchen.

Ji Mingwu saw Yan Moji when he entered the door, but he still looked cold and didn't bother to talk to him; now seeing Yan Moji rushing into the kitchen, he was holding the kitchen doorknob with his eyes wide open, looking displeased. The way he let himself in, he couldn't help but frowned again:

"What are you doing? Get out of the way."

"Of course it's cooking!" Yan Moji tightened the doorknob confidently, and then showed a flattering smile, "Brother Wu, go rest first, I'll cook this meal, let you taste my cooking!"

Ji Mingwu frowned, looked at this nominal male daughter-in-law who had been a little bit wrong since this morning, and asked in a deep voice, "What the hell are you trying to do?"

Oh my god, Ji Mingwu's voice is too subdued...

Yan Moji's legs were almost weak, and then he immediately realized that this is not the time to be infatuated, and quickly put on a serious expression, and said sincerely: "Brother Wu, I really just want to cook you a meal... I am ignorant, brother Wu, you stood in front of me and protected me this morning, I was really moved, so this time I really want to change my mind and live a good life with you."

Ji Mingwu looked at him suspiciously, but he didn't believe it at all.

——The reason why the prodigal son can never change his money when he turns back is naturally because it is so rare to turn back.Among other things, Yan Moji, Ji Mingwu's gang, blocked the creditor not once or twice, why did he "renew his mind" today?

But believe it or not, Ji Mingwu has always disliked nonsense and was too lazy to argue with Yan Moji, so he took a step back and said slowly: "You can cook as you want, but..."

Yan Moji was overjoyed.

Based on his experience of opening a store in his previous life, he is not afraid of customers' requests, but he is afraid that customers will not make requests!

If you make a request, it means there is something interesting, if you don't mention any request, then you will just turn around and forget about you!

Looking at Shang Yan Moji's expectant eyes, Ji Mingwu slowly finished the second half of the sentence: "—but, have you washed your hands?"

Yan Moji: "..."

Brother Wu, are you kidding me on purpose?

.....................

After washing his hands, Yan Moji rummaged through the kitchen, and found that compared to the empty space in the morning, there were already a few handfuls of vegetables and beans in the kitchen, and there were a dozen or so eggs in the basket hanging on the window sill.

Ji Mingwu went out to buy groceries?

Yan Moji imagined the scene of Ji Mingwu limping back with a cane and vegetables and eggs, and a twinge of distress flashed in his heart.

——In the future, you should take care of grocery shopping by yourself!Brother Wu just needs to be responsible for his beautiful appearance at home, hehehe...

The more materials there are, the more things can be done.

Yan Moji looked at the stove, and found that there was already rice simmering on it, probably because the rice had to be simmered for a long time, so Ji Mingwu did it ahead of time.Fortunately, this kind of stove has two fire pits, and it can also cook vegetables while stewing rice.

Then just cook.

Yan Moji thought about it, first beat a bowl of eggs, poured a little oil into the iron pan, and then fiddled with a wooden spatula a few times to make the oil evenly stick to the bottom of the pan.

——This oil is quite fragrant, but it doesn't seem to be peanut oil, it smells like soybean oil?

After the oil is heated, pour the beaten egg liquid into it, and shake the iron pan quickly to spread the egg liquid evenly in the pan.

——Oh my god, this iron pot is quite heavy...

Yan Moji shook his sore arm, quickly turned over the egg layer that was already cooked on one side, shoveled it up after the other side was cooked, and put it on the chopping board to cool for a while.

Wait for the egg layer to cool down, cut into thin strips with a knife, cut the soaked beans and cucumber into strips, add oil and stir fry again, finally add salt and seasonings, and serve in the pan.

Smelling the delicious smell of stir-fried three silks, Yan Moji nodded in satisfaction.

Even in a new world, my cooking skills still haven't regressed!

——What, you said that Sansi is not this Sansi?

——As long as three kinds of shredded things are fried together, it is fried three shredded things, there is nothing wrong with it!

The two big men ate a little bit of food, Yan Moji picked up the extra food in the kitchen, and unexpectedly saw a piece of tofu that was still steaming and looked like it was freshly made.

——There is tofu in this town...

Yan Moji was a little disappointed immediately, he originally wanted to get through this emergency debt collection period, so he made some tofu and soy milk and sold it for money!

But now having tofu is a good thing for him, the newly made tofu stew is really delicious, Yan Moji when he was a child could drink a big bowl in one go.

Cut the tofu into long strips, green vegetables into sections, and green onions into thin strips, and fry them together for a while until the edges of the tofu strips are slightly browned, then add water immediately, cover and simmer, and a pot of simple and tender vegetable tofu soup will be ready in a short time Well, before adding salt, Yan Moji took a big gulp from the spoon.

Ah, it feels so good to fill this empty stomach with hot soup...  

When Ji Mingwu was called to the kitchen, a plate of stir-fried three shredded noodles, a bowl of vegetable tofu soup, and a plate of sauces were already set on the table.

This was Yan Moji's special use of soy sauce wine, vinegar and noodle sauce in the corner, considering that Ji Mingwu might like dishes with a strong taste.

After Ji Mingwu came in, he obviously didn't expect the existence of the steaming food in front of him, and he showed a surprised expression on his always cold face.

Yan Moji wiped his hands, and said with a "honest" smile, "Have you been waiting for a long time? Sit down and have a taste."

Ji Mingwu put away the astonishment on his face, glanced at him expressionlessly, turned his head and went out.

Yan Moji:? ? ?

Before he could figure out what he said wrong just now, he heard the sound of washing hands in the courtyard.

Yan Moji: ...

Didn't you wash your hands when you were about to cook?Why did you go and wash your hands again after such a short while?

As the first dish he cooked since coming to this world, Yan Moji has full confidence—the taste of the food did not disappoint him when he ate it, the three silks are delicious, the tofu soup is delicious, and the firewood made from farm straw The rice cooked by the fire is much more delicious than the rice in the previous life.

Ji Mingwu didn't say a word when he ate, but his chopsticks were not slow at all, and the two of them finally ate up all the food Yan Moji had cooked.

Yan Moji held his swollen stomach, sighed contentedly, and then asked Ji Mingwu with a playful smile: "Brother Wu, how about the food I cooked?"

Ji Mingwu was silent for a while, but still gave a pertinent evaluation: "It's delicious."

"As long as you like it!" With Ji Mingwu's affirmation, Yan Moji squinted his eyes happily, and promised earnestly, "I will make it for you in the future!"

"..." Ji Mingwu was noncommittal, took a sip of water from his cup, and didn't know whether he believed it or not.

Yan Moji also knew that reversing the bad image created by his original body would not be a short-term matter, and he was not in a hurry, anyway, the facts would always prove everything.

He changed the subject and asked the question he was concerned about before: "Brother Wu, what do you think of my skill, how about selling breakfast or snacks?"

Ji Mingwu was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect that Yan Moji was actually thinking about how to make money, so he asked, "What do you want to sell?"

Yan Moji smiled mysteriously: "Selling a food that you have never eaten, no, maybe you have never seen it——

"Pancakes."