I rely on pancakes to become rich [farming]

Although he thought about it for a while, Yan Moji didn't think that Ji Mingwu would cheat.

Brother Wu of his family is usually taciturn, unable to type a word with a few sticks, and his daily life is "back kitchen-backyard", two points and one line, which is more boring than his boarding school in high school.

Yan Moji would not believe that such a person would cheat if he killed him.

——Then, does Brother Wu have any secrets of his own?

Yan Moji became curious, and just in time to find a reason to take a few hours off, he sneaked to the backyard, wanting to see what his Brother Wu was doing.

Although the restaurant of Assorted Food has only three floors and the shop floor is not too big, the backyard is quite big. After Feng Wenlan and old man Jiang moved to live in the greenhouse with constant temperature, only their husband and wife were left in the backyard. There are three of Qian Ping.

After entering the backyard, Yan Moji went into the bedroom to "catch a traitor", but he didn't see anyone; he sniffed his nose lightly, and turned to the small kitchen in the backyard. As soon as he entered, he saw his Brother Wu standing there Knead the dough in front of the chopping board.

I don't know if it was expected, but Ji Mingwu didn't seem to be surprised by Yan Moji's appearance. When he saw Yan Moji coming in, he just glanced at him lightly, then lowered his head and continued kneading his face.

Yan Moji leaned over curiously, and looked at the dough that Ji Mingwu had kneaded so hard: "Brother Wu, you asked for leave just to give yourself a little treat?"

Ji Mingwu glanced at him, a little helpless, beat the dough in his hand again, moved his body calmly, and blocked the blueprint in front of him: "You go out first."

Yan Moji was taken aback: "What?"

As soon as Ji Mingwu spoke, he suddenly regretted it, worried that his too straightforward words would misunderstand the handsome young man in front of him, but seeing Yan Moji's confused face, he didn't seem to be unhappy, and felt a little relieved a little.

In the end, he pursed his lips and said, "You go out first, I'll prepare it for you."

"Made it for me?" Yan Moji was a little surprised, he looked at the ball of dough carefully, but couldn't guess what his Brother Wu was going to do.

But looking at the look on Ji Mingwu's face, Yan Moji felt for some reason that his brother Wu might be a little embarrassed, and he was surprised, so he raised his hand and waved, and took a step back with a smile: "Okay, then I'll go to the main room first, Wu Brother, call me when you are ready."

Ji Mingwu listened attentively and confirmed that Yan Moji's footsteps had indeed gone to the main room, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. He took out the blueprint that was pressed in front of him when he heard Yan Moji approaching, patted the flour stained on it, and pointed at Drawings carefully proceed to make up.

Kneading the dough with internal force, kneading the dough until extremely firm, Ji Mingwu spread a thin layer of oil on the outside of the dough, took the dough to the boiling hot water, and patiently began to knead the dough.

...

Yan Moji didn't stay in the main room for long, when he heard a "click" sound of crutches knocking on the ground, his brother Wu opened the door and came in, holding a tray in one hand, on which was a bowl of steaming noodles.

Yan Moji was slightly taken aback, and leaned forward to serve Ji Mingwu a plate, but Ji Mingwu shook his head and refused.

Ji Mingwu personally placed the tray on the table before signaling to Yan Moji: "Eat."

To be honest, if he hadn't been with Ji Mingwu for so long, and regardless of the gentle look on Ji Mingwu's face, based on these two words alone, Yan Moji would have thought it was domestic violence.

but……

Yan Moji looked at the lonely pair of chopsticks, and asked jokingly, "Brother Wu, what about your own share? Could it be that you are using me to test poison?"

Ji Mingwu paused slightly as he stroked the right hand of the crutch, and the emotion of anticipation in his heart suddenly turned into helplessness: "This is your longevity noodle, of course it is only for you."

Longevity noodles?

Yan Moji was stunned: Today is his birthday?

——No, no, today is the original body's birthday?

Yan Moji compared his own memory with the original body's, and was surprised to find that his birthday was actually on the same day as the original body's, both on February 23.

It's just that no matter whether he himself or the original body, he hasn't celebrated his birthday for many years.

When his parents in his previous life were still there, he would still remember to celebrate his birthday, and even if he was going to college in other places, he would call him; When I was free, I gradually forgot that I still had my birthday.

Not to mention the original body, the memory of his real family members when he was young is already blurred; after he was trafficked to the Qiao family, the Qiao family did not treat him as their own son for a few days, and it was a great mercy not to deduct his meals, let alone a substitute. He celebrates his birthday.

After coming to this world, Yan Moji himself didn't remember this at all. He didn't expect his Brother Wu to know his birthday, and even specially cooked longevity noodles for him?

"Brother Wu, how do you know my birthday?"

Ji Mingwu paused his fingers, lowered his eyes slightly, and replied: "Our marriage certificate has the characters of birth and date."

Yan Moji lowered his head slightly, stretched out his hand to pick up the chopsticks, gently picked up a noodle, and was surprised to find that this bowl of noodle turned out to be a complete noodle.

The noodles are thin and long, rolled evenly in the bowl, which looks like hand-rubbed noodles, but the noodles are very uniform in thickness; the soup base smells like bone broth, and there is a round poached egg lying on the top.

Looking at Yan Moji's surprised eyes, Ji Mingwu felt a little nervous in his heart, subconsciously clenched his crutch tightly, watched Yan Moji lower his head to eat noodles, then let go, and let out a little breath.

The longevity noodles have one root, implying a long life and longevity; there is a poached egg nestled on the surface, implying reunion.

Yan Moji slowly finished the long noodle, put down his chopsticks, raised his head, his eyes were as bright as stars, and smiled at Ji Mingwu: "Brother Wu, thank you very much. It has been many years since no one cooked me a long-lived noodle. face."

Ji Mingwu was slightly taken aback, with a smile on his face, he quietly let go of the crutch, put it on his lap, and said softly, "If you like it, I will do it for you in the future."

Yan Moji blinked his eyes, and sniffed his nose lightly, feeling the infinite warmth in his heart welling up his nose, turning into a sweet sourness.

It is the first time that he has cooked longevity noodles for him in two lifetimes, except for his mother.

In a trance, he suddenly remembered that the first food he made in this world was hand-cooked noodles cooked by himself.

——Later, I didn't eat that bowl of noodles myself, so I gave it to Brother Wu to eat.

Thinking about it, it was already a year ago, and now Brother Wu personally made him a bowl of longevity noodles, and he has changed from the decadent and prodigal husband and wife that everyone detested at the beginning to the assorted man who now owns several shops. Food strict boss.

Yan Moji blinked again, and suddenly sat next to Ji Mingwu, stretched out his hands and threw himself into his arms, buried his face on Ji Mingwu's shoulder, his voice was full of joy and choked up: "Brother Wu, I'm so happy!" happy!"

Ji Mingwu tilted his head slightly, watching the head rubbing against his shoulder, with tenderness in his eyes, he stretched out his hand and gently hugged Yan Moji back.

After a long time, Ji Mingwu patted Yan Moji on the shoulder: "Get up first."

Yan Moji still buried his face in Ji Mingwu's shoulder and did not let go: "No, I want to hug for a while!"

Ji Mingwu felt a little helpless, and let him hug him for a while, seeing that Yan Moji still didn't move, he sighed and said, "I still have something for you."

Hearing that there was still a gift, Yan Moji let go of his hand, his eyes were slightly red, his eyes were bright, and there was an unstoppable smile on his face: "What is it?"

Ji Mingwu stood up, rummaged through a shelf beside him, and took out a piece...a square piece of maroon wood.

Yan Moji: "What is this?"

Ji Mingwu sat back at the table, with a small carving knife in his hand, raised his head to take a deep look at Yan Moji, then lowered his head, and began to carve lightly on the wood.

Yan Moji understood: His Brother Wu is planning to carve a portrait of him on the spot?

He also sat there, watching with some curiosity that Ji Mingwu was engraving the piece of maroon wood with great concentration.

The red sawdust rustled down, Ji Mingwu looked extremely focused, and the carving knife in his hand hovered smoothly. The piece of wood gradually formed a human-shaped outline, and slowly peeled off layers of masks to show the real face .

Yan Moji originally watched Ji Mingwu's carving movements with great interest, and found it pleasing to the eye; but after watching for a while, his eyes suddenly stuck to Ji Mingwu's face, and he couldn't move away at all.

——Ji Mingwu's expression was too focused.

His eyes didn't blink, his black pupils were fixed on the wood in his hand, his lips were pursed into a slightly curved line, his expression was solemn and focused, as if what he was holding in his hand was not an ordinary piece of wood, but something he had made. Own the whole world.

It was as if he was not carving a simple piece of wood, but an image of a god enshrined in a shrine; and it seemed that no matter the wind, rain, or the end of the world, he could not disturb his single-mindedness.

Looking at Ji Mingwu like this, Yan Moji's emotions were slowly infected, the sourness and joy in his heart gradually calmed down, leaving only the water-like warmth slowly rippling.

One of the two people lowered their head to carve, and the other sat aside to watch him carve. Unknowingly, the portrait in Ji Mingwu's hands has been completed.

He lightly blew on the small wood carving to blow off the wood chips remaining on it, and then handed it to Yan Moji who was staring blankly, and said with a smile, "Here."

Yan Moji subconsciously reached out to take it, but was knocked down by the heavy weight of the wood carving.

——Why is this wood carving so heavy?

Holding it in his hand, Yan Moji took a closer look, and saw that this small wood carving was a young man sitting in front of the table with a chopstick of noodles in one hand, his face was full of energy, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.The movements are lifelike, and the facial expressions are full of details.

Although it was only a small wooden figure, Yan Moji felt as if he was looking in a mirror at first glance, and for no reason he felt that it was himself.

Ji Mingwu looked at himself as a male daughter-in-law who couldn't put it down, and a gentle smile appeared on his lips: "Do you like it, Ah Ji?"

Yan Moji seldom heard Ji Mingwu call his own name. Hearing it now, for some reason, the simple word "Aji" landed in his heart lightly like a feather, scratching his heart all the time. The itchy place made him unable to bear the burning sensation at the base of his ears.

He coughed dryly, raised his head and looked at Shang Ji Mingwu with tender eyes, and couldn't help being a little shy, his ears turned even redder: "Thank you, I like it very much."

Ji Mingwu looked at this young man who had expressly hinted at consummating the house every day on weekdays, his ears were glowing red at this moment, he finally couldn't help it, leaned forward, and kissed Yan Moji lightly on the forehead.

...

Knowing that the owner had passed away, both Qian Ping and Feng Wenlan strongly demanded that they should have a good celebration.

Yan Moji could see through their intentions at a glance, but he was very happy today and didn't care about it, and said generously: "Then let's clean up and have a hot pot!"

Feng Wenlan thought Yan Moji was talking about grilled fish hot pot, and asked with great interest, "What kind of fish do you eat?"

"Don't eat fish, change to a new taste." Yan Moji wiped his hands, rolled up his sleeves, and said with a smile, "There just happens to be a new taste that I've been thinking about making for the past two days, and I'm going to sell it in assorted foods in the future. Let's go first Try it out."

The new flavor prepared by Yan Moji can also be regarded as a kind of hot pot. The pork belly is wrapped in the chicken and stewed in the pot to let the aroma of the chicken combine with the taste of the pork belly. When the soup becomes white and tender, take out the pork belly Cut the wrapped chicken, cut it into pieces, put it back into the pot, and finally add some pepper to the soup, and the pork belly chicken that was all the rage in the previous life is ready.

Pepper Pork Belly Chicken is good for cold and nourishing blood, and it tastes good. It is most suitable for eating in winter.

In fact, if there were no durians now, Yan Moji would like to put some durians in and make durian pork belly chicken.

——This is the internet celebrity food from the previous life!

——For the birthday, the birthday star cooks in person, and puts durian, so you have to eat it, or you have to eat it!

Qian Ping and Feng Wenlan didn't know what Yan Moji was thinking. They drank thick soup and ate tender pork belly, sweating all over their faces, and shouted "delicious, delicious".

Although pepper, cumin and other seasonings have been used in this era, they are not too widespread. Yan Moji also searched for several places before he found a Hu merchant store that can stably supply pepper, cumin and other foreign seasonings.

The combination of pepper, pork belly and chicken is very powerful. Even Feng Wenlan, a woman who usually pays attention to appearance, eats it completely regardless of her image. She despises the image of long hair and eats meat and soup by herself. Belt, tied all her hair behind her head, from a Jianghu heroine to a kitchen woman in an instant.

As a chef, Yan Moji likes to watch other people eat his delicious food, which will always bring him infinite satisfaction.

But these people in front of me are too fierce to eat, if I don't tap my chopsticks quickly, the delicacy that I have worked so hard to make will be snatched away.

Pork belly chicken is also a variant of hot pot, the meat is almost eaten, Yan Moji went down and brought up the vegetables.

Qian Ping and the others wanted to stand up to help, but Yan Moji stopped them with a smile.

He actually likes the feeling that his craft is enjoyed by everyone, and cooking is not hard for him at all.

When the green vegetables came up, Yan Moji signaled Qian Ping to pick up the pot first, and add some charcoal himself - when he put the small charcoal stove on before, he only added a few pieces of charcoal, and added the extra sawdust from Ji Mingwu's woodcarving After entering it, it should be almost burned by now.

It was only when Qian Ping picked up the soup pot that Yan Moji was surprised to find that the fire in the middle of the small charcoal stove was still very strong!

Is today's charcoal very resistant to burning?

Yan Moji frowned slightly, and handed the tray full of vegetables to Feng Wenlan, and took a closer look at it, and found that the charcoal he added in the charcoal stove had already been burned to white ash, but it was in the spirit of making the best use of everything The sawdust that was thrown in was still burning tenaciously.

——Brother Wu, where did the wood come from, it is so burnable?

Yan Moji asked Qian Ping to put down the pot, and while he was serving the dishes, he asked casually: "Brother Wu, where did you get that wood? A little sawdust looks very prosperous after being burned for so long. If you can make it for mixed food Charcoal would be fine."

Ji Mingwu was sipping soup and drinking, when he heard that his hand paused lightly, he said nonchalantly, "This is called 'Sword Mark Wood', and it was given to me by Master for my practice."

Qian Ping suddenly choked: "Cough cough cough cough!"

Yan Moji originally wanted to ask where this kind of sword-scar wood is available. It would be very convenient if such fire-resistant wood could be used on the charcoal fire of mixed food.There was no alcohol in this era, and Yan Moji didn't dare to make his own alcohol stove, for fear that the guests would accidentally cause an accident, which would damage the reputation of the assorted food.

Therefore, the combination of charcoal and silver frost charcoal is used in hot pot now to ensure smoke-free and burn as long as possible.

Even so, in order to ensure that the charcoal stove does not need to be frequently added, the charcoal stove designed by Yan Moji is still very bulky and produces a lot of ash, so it is necessary to hire a special person to dispose of the charcoal stove that has been removed from the table.

However, Qian Ping diverted his attention, making Yan Moji look over with some doubts.

Qian Ping lowered his head and coughed again and again, but Feng Wenlan poured him a glass of water before he managed to recover, waved his hands, a little embarrassed: "Sorry, boss, I choked for a while."

Although Yan Moji felt puzzled, he didn't suspect anything; on the contrary, Feng Wenlan saw some clues, and after eating, he pulled Qian Ping to the corner, and asked curiously, "What's wrong with the wood just now?"

Qian Ping hesitated for a while, thinking that this is not considered a secret of the sect, he replied truthfully: "The sword scar wood is a unique tree in the sword mound of our Jianzong, it is naturally hard, and ordinary people can't split it with a sharp weapon. , It is often used to practice swords for inner disciples."

Feng Wenlan understood: "So if the master wants to use Jianhen wood to make charcoal fire for Shishishi, he has to go to your Jianzong to cut down the tree from Jianzhong?"

Qian Ping shuddered, and immediately retorted: "How is that possible! In the sword tomb is the tomb of the swords of the previous dynasties of my Jianzong. How could the master be allowed to go in and cut trees?"

Seeing his seriousness, Feng Wenlan couldn't help but want to laugh, and deliberately teased him: "Your little uncle is here, if he wants to cut down the tree in your sword mound to please the master, can you stop it?"

"Even if the little uncle has a good relationship with the master, the elders of the sect will not allow him to do such a disrespectful thing to the sword!" Qian Ping replied immediately.

But at the end, he was a little uncertain, and repeated to himself: "It won't be... right?"

Feng Wenlan was amused by him.

...

Pork belly chicken won unanimous praise from everyone present on the night of Yan Moji's birthday. After Yan Moji readjusted the taste, he also pushed it out in the mixed food.

At this time, the first wave of enthusiasm for grilled fish hot pot has gradually subsided, and the passenger flow has declined significantly compared to the first few days.The launch of pork belly chicken has pushed the passenger flow, which had been gradually sluggish, to a peak.

The chicken is delicious, the pork belly is smooth and tender, and the soup is delicious. When cooking the soup, Yan Moji also took Feng Wenlan's opinion into account, and put some medicinal herbs that invigorate qi and blood into it. On this cold day, a bowl of pork Belly chicken soup, while full of tongue, can also feel the warmth from the abdomen to the limbs.

At the same time, Yan Moji also adjusted the seating order in the restaurant.

In the assorted food restaurant on the third floor, Yan Moji used the second floor as the grilled fish hotpot floor, the third floor as the pork belly chicken hotpot floor, and part of the first floor as a small supermarket selling lo mei and some other convenient delicacies, leaving it free Some of them, together with the tables and chairs, sold Malatang.

Malatang is more convenient and quicker than the hot pot that needs to be sat down to eat seriously. After picking the ingredients, put them in the bamboo basket and rinse them in hot soup, and then pour the hot soup. It is delicious and spicy, which can make people eat well in winter sweating a lot.

Those who are in a hurry can order a spicy soup and a pair of braised pig ears on the first floor of the assorted food, gobble it up, and leave for work with hot sweat; Upstairs, sit down and wait for a grilled fish hot pot or pork belly chicken to be served, and then serve it with a few green vegetables.

The launch of Malatang and Pork Belly Chicken quickly raised the popularity of Assorted Foods a lot, and some even traveled halfway across Qingzhou City to try the delicious food.

The production of Mala Tang and Pork Belly Chicken is relatively streamlined, the main key lies in the preparation of soup, Yan Moji hired a helper cook to adjust the soup himself, and let the cooks only take care of cooking, almost no effort on his part;

In addition to the sauce, the grilled fish also depends on the degree of heat. Although this Yan Moji has not been able to train the chefs he hired for the time being, the old man Jiang and Qian Ping are actually very savvy, and they can definitely guide the chefs. Make grilled fish.

As for the constant temperature greenhouse, Chen Dalang did not brag, and Chen Erlang did have two brushes. The concept of the constant temperature greenhouse provided by Yan Moji, with the joint efforts of Chen Erlang, Feng Wenlan, and old man Jiang, quickly stabilized production , not only made the greenhouse very successful, provided a steady stream of fresh vegetables, but even opened an additional greenhouse.

It's just hard work for Mr. Jiang, who has to run around the two greenhouses every night to keep getting hot.

The assorted food business is on the right track, and Yan Moji has more or less the time to deal with his own affairs.

His brother Wu helped him celebrate his birthday, Yan Moji was moved and began to think about celebrating Ji Mingwu's birthday too.

It just so happened that he had some free time to study the recipe of cream cake.

——The only problem is that he doesn't know when his Brother Wu was born.

——Although this question can be solved by asking Brother Wu, if he really asked, wouldn't Brother Wu obviously guess that he was going to celebrate his birthday?

Ji Mingwu gave him a birthday surprise, and Yan Moji also wanted to reciprocate and return him with an even bigger surprise.

Yan Moji had a headache for a long time in order to find out about Ji Mingwu's birthday, and even sought medical treatment in a hurry. He asked Chen Weng, who also came out of the town, and hoped that Chen Weng would know about Ji Mingwu's birthday.

Chen Weng laughed up and down when he heard this: "You young gentlemen, you have so many tricks after getting married!"

Yan Moji smiled a little embarrassedly: "Chen Weng, do you know Brother Wu's birthday?"

"How did I know that, regardless of Qingzhou City, in our town, there is a taboo about birth date, only parents and matchmakers know, and it can't even be written in the marriage letter." Chen Weng waved his hand, indicating that he couldn't help.

Yan Moji was a little stunned after hearing Chen Weng's words.

——Tradition in the town, the date of birth is not written on the marriage certificate?

The author has something to say: **Little Theater**

If Ji Mingwu really wants to chop down the tree in Jianzhong and send it as firewood.

Qian Ping: Head, elders!Don't let the little uncle be so unscrupulous!

Elder one: I am old and frail, and I can't walk. You can find the second elder.

The second elder: I was seriously injured in my early years and I couldn't move. You can find the third elder.

The third elder: I occasionally feel cold and can't get up. You can find the fourth elder.

Elder Four: My eldest daughter is married, and there is no blood to be seen. You can find the Fifth Elder.

Elder Five: ... laxatives, I was in Jianzong, just returned to the sect, lost to Houlang, too many acquaintances in the sect, so I disappeared.

Qian Ping:? ? ?

Elder Five: To be honest, we can't beat him, you go to suzerain—if suzerain wakes up.

Qian Ping: ...

Alas, with my fish lip memory, I forgot to declare that it will be updated in advance on Wednesday...

_(:3」∠)_In short, this week, for reasons that everyone understands, we will update at 0 o’clock on Wednesday, and the next chapter will be at 9 o’clock on Thursday night. I love you all!