I rely on pancakes to become rich [farming]

"Brother Wu, is your real name Ji Jueyan or Ji Mingwu?"

"Ji Mingwu."

"That's Ji Jueyan?"

"Master gave us the title of sect. I am the generation of 'Jue'. Master saw that I was taciturn when I started, so he named me 'Jueyan'."

"Are you really the 'One Heart Sword' they say is 'No.1 under the Grand Master'?"

"……Um."

"You knew my identity before?"

"Ah."

"Did you marry me because of my status as the 'Second Young Master Yan'?"

"...At first it was, but later it wasn't."

"Then why have you been hiding it from me?"

"...I'm afraid."

"What are you afraid of?"

"Li Si said that you are extremely repulsed by fighting in the rivers and lakes."

Yan Moji was stunned, raised his head, looked at the handsome man in front of him who was famous for his martial arts, he saw hesitation and worry on Ji Mingwu's face that was completely inconsistent with his reputation, like a child facing a fragile beloved toy, cautiously, Reluctant to let it go, and afraid that I will accidentally break it.

He suddenly couldn't help laughing, his brows and eyes curved: "Brother Wu, are you afraid that I won't want you?"

Ji Mingwu looked down at him, was silent for a moment, and then whispered: "Yes."

——Because I cared about it so much, so I didn't think there was any problem in the past, but now I'm especially afraid that all the shadows of swords and swords will turn into indelible stains. When they are clearly displayed in front of this clean young man, he will be disgusted by him.

Yan Moji shook his hand lightly, and said with a smile: "Then Brother Wu, tell me what happened to you before? Then I'll decide whether to want you or not."

Ji Mingwu was startled, looked at the gentle smile between Yan Moji's eyebrows, opened his mouth slightly, subconsciously clenched his hand, the corners of his lips could not help but slightly curved like Yan Moji's, and his voice unconsciously became softer.

"it is good."

The night is dark, and the lonely boat is in the water.That night, Yan Moji kept yawning in Ji Mingwu's arms.

His brother Wu told too many things, like a good lullaby, urging him to fall asleep as soon as possible.

Although the night in Qinghe was a bit cold, under the circulation of Ji Mingwu's internal energy, Yan Moji, who was curled up in his arms, could still feel the fiery warmth, and yawned: "I haven't finished talking... I can't hide it anymore I'm..."

Ji Mingwu helped him tuck the corner of his clothes with a smile, patted Yan Moji's back lightly, and said in a low voice, "I'll tell you everything, go to sleep first."

In fact, Yan Moji hardly slept during the two days of thrills, and now that he is suddenly safe and comfortably lying in the arms of his beloved, Yan Moji has long felt tiredness rising layer by layer.

It's all because I want to have a frank and transparent communication with Brother Wu without any hindrance, so that he can hold his eyelids hard so that he doesn't fall asleep completely.

Now that he got Ji Mingwu's promise, Yan Moji was relieved, closed his eyes and sank into dreams.

...

When Ji Mingwu and Yan Moji returned to Shijinshi together, almost three days had passed since they disappeared together.

Although it was only two or three days, for the people of Mixed Food, it was like a year.

To them, Yan Moji is not just the owner of Assorted Food, but also a friend, relative, and benefactor.Although Ji Mingwen stood up immediately and arranged all kinds of matters in an orderly manner, but this was only temporarily suppressing the thin snow in the crater, barely preventing the volcano from erupting immediately, and it will collapse after a long time.

Now that Yan Moji and Ji Mingwu came back safe and sound, all the staff of Shijiashi immediately gathered together again, very excited.Aunt Zhang and the others even burst into tears, looked Yan Moji up and down to see that he was not injured, held Yan Moji's hand and kept saying, "Just come back, just come back."

Ji Mingwen even threw himself into Yan Moji's arms, crying "Wow".

After discussing with Ji Mingwu, Yan Moji briefly explained the kidnapping incident. He only said that there was a kidnapping to extort money, and did not reveal the identities of Jinxiumen and Yan Moji; Ji Mingwu did not hide his martial arts this time. It was also completely exposed in front of everyone, which aroused everyone's amazement.

Yan Moji was also worried about whether his brother Wu had something secret to hide his identity, but Ji Mingwu said it was fine, so he had no objection.

Everyone's acceptance was better than Yan Moji expected. Except for a few Jianghu people who had known for a long time, the others quickly accepted the fact that Ji Mingwu is a martial arts master after being surprised.

——After all, Li Siqian and others fly around on weekdays, and they are used to it.

Shopkeeper Wu who came later gathered together, their faces were full of worry and concern, and they felt very fortunate: Fortunately, they were cautious and did not do any small things in the past few days, otherwise Boss Yan would have torn his face a lot when he came back. Ugly?

——They don't agree with that little girl Ji Mingwen, but Boss Yan and the others support her very much!

Yan Moji accepted everyone's concern, his heart was warm, and he also apologized to everyone because his own affairs affected Shi Jinshi.

Afterwards, he paid attention to the situation of Shishishishi in the past few days, and was surprised to find that he disappeared without leaving a word in the past few days, and there was nothing wrong with Shishishishi!

Yan Moji inquired in surprise, only to realize that Ji Mingwen was helping him with affairs these few days.

The affairs that need to be handled and decided by him every day are also handled well. Although some handling methods are still a little immature, the general direction is actually correct.

This made Yan Moji pleasantly surprised, but also somewhat satisfied.

Over the past few days, both Feng Wenlan and Jiang's injuries have almost healed. Qian Ping is still in a coma, but thanks to Feng Wenlan's careful treatment, his body is gradually improving.

Ji Mingwu went to give Qian Ping some internal strength, so that he could recover faster.

After Yan Moji came back, he comforted everyone, and then began to deal with the mess left by the accident.

The first is the daily flow of assorted food food court, hot pot restaurant and Shuyuan branch.Ji Mingwen handled this part very well, Yan Moji simply proofread it and let it go;

The second is the business situation of "full meal".Before Yan Moji was taken away, he made contact with the head of the bodyguard who was hired by the Yuan family to send the Fifth Young Master to Qingzhou City last time. Food and work.

According to Yan Moji's thinking, the work of the Escort Bureau is not small, and there should be many people who have been injured and retired, and they might be willing to work in Shijinshi.

Yan Moji was not around these few days, so Zhou Yang and Lady Wu went to Wei's Escort Bureau, and after communicating with the head of the bodyguard several times, they got a satisfactory answer.

As Yan Moji expected, there are indeed quite a few retired people in the Escort, and most of them have families and need to support their families.Due to being injured and retired from the darts, the Escort Bureau will try its best to help arrange follow-up work, but most of them can only barely make ends meet, and those with physical disabilities are even hard to find a barely-there job.

The olive branch of assorted food is a timely rain for Wei's Escort.

Although it was Zhou Yang who had a "full meal" approached, theoretically only people with complete legs and feet and good light kungfu were needed, but most people with martial arts skills were lacking here at Assorted Food!

Moreover, most of the people in Wei's Escort are locals in Qingzhou City, who have families and houses, and are not afraid of committing crimes and escaping suddenly; fast route.

Win-win cooperation, everyone is happy.

From Yan Moji's point of view, there was no problem in the handover process between Zhou Yang and Wu Niangzi and the head of the bodyguard, but the wages paid were a little high.

In fact, it's not that it's higher, but the level of wages given out, which was originally the level that Yan Moji expected to raise after working for a period of time.

A high salary at the beginning of the job sometimes does not bring high initiative to new employees; compared with a fixed iron rice bowl, a considerable salary increase and a performance salary directly linked to hard work can maximize the supervision of employees go ahead.

Therefore, when Yan Moji was recruiting in the past, the wages he gave at the beginning were about the same as the average level in the industry. After working for a period of time, the salary was raised in different degrees according to the performance of the employees.

After coming to this world, Yan Moji also planned in this way, so most of the old people who can stay in the assorted food are very supportive of the assorted food.

It was the first time for Zhou Yang and Lady Wu to do this to the outside world. Yan Moji originally expected to take the time to give them some advice, but he had an accident before he had time.

Therefore, he didn't blame Zhou Yang and his wife. He just explained the meaning and strategy of salary adjustment and performance to them carefully, and made corrections for the subsequent salary adjustment.

And Li Si had been away from Qingzhou City for a long time, obviously beyond the time limit for his return, Zhang Sanlang was very anxious these days, his figure seemed to have lost a lot of weight, which made Aunt Zhang feel distressed.

After Ji Mingwu came back with Yan Moji, after everyone had finished greetings and business, Zhang Sanlang couldn't bear it and rushed over, looked at Ji Mingwu earnestly, and begged him to find Li Si's whereabouts.

——Speaking of which, if Li Si, who has vaguely become the second-in-command of Assorted Foods, was not there, Ji Mingwen, a little girl, would not have to undertake the affairs of Assorted Foods.

After Yan Moji heard that Li Si hadn't come back these few days, he was also quite worried, and couldn't help looking at Ji Mingwu.

Ji Mingwu pondered for a while, and agreed. After Zhang Sanlang left worriedly, in front of Yan Moji, he called a disciple of Jianzong who was working in the assorted food, and asked him to send a letter to Longquan Restaurant.

"Longquan Restaurant is the property of Jianzong?" Yan Moji was taken aback, "Didn't it mean that the imperial court would target Jianghu sects?"

Ji Mingwu glanced at him, his eyes softened: "As long as Jianzong still has a master in charge, the court will not dare to attack Jianzong."

Yan Moji nodded half-understood, and couldn't help laughing: "Brother Wu, did you just tell me that?"

Ji Mingwu looked at him, and said seriously: "I will never hide anything from you in the future."

Yan Moji was stunned, a smile involuntarily opened on his lips, he could not help but blush even though he was already considered an old couple, and subconsciously looked away; after thinking about it, he felt that he had nothing to be ashamed of. Forcibly turning his gaze back, he met Ji Mingwu's gentle black pupils.

There was also a faint smile on Ji Mingwu's lips. Seeing the handsome young man in front of him, his eyes were a little drifting but he forced himself to look at him, with a blush on his cheeks, he couldn't help but leaned down and kissed him gently. Yan Moji's forehead.

Ji Mingwu seldom kissed him proactively. This time, Yan Moji's whole body froze immediately. He only felt a soft touch coming from between his eyebrows, like an electric current flowing through his whole body. The whole person went limp.

...

Qian Ping was still seriously injured, which brought another problem—there was no one to host the dessert station.

After Qian Ping became the owner of the dessert shop independently, Yan Moji would intervene in the operation and hired a shopkeeper to assist him. Apart from trying to learn how to be a competent shop owner, Qian Ping devoted his energy to research and development. Make desserts.

In fact, the dessert station has both strict and tolerant requirements for new tricks.

The harsh point is that if this dessert station does not introduce new varieties frequently, the number of customers will actually decrease gradually.Desserts are not a necessity in daily life, but mainly an enjoyment after a rich life; and this kind of enjoyment, "newness" is a very important key.

——Unless you really love a dessert with the same taste, you won’t buy it again after eating it two or three times.

The point of tolerance is that customers do not have high requirements for "new ideas". If you change a fruit, adjust the ratio of sweet and sour, or change the shape, the newly made dessert will be enthusiastically sought after. Lost interest in new products.

Repeatedly.

Yan Moji was naturally aware of this, so he carefully told Qian Ping from the very beginning that he must pay attention to the innovation of desserts.

Even the killer weapon of milk tea, Yan Moji held back at the beginning, and only pushed out the milk tea, not even adding tapioca pearls; it was not until the dessert station opened for more than a month that he instructed Qian Ping to use tapioca flour The dough was made and added to milk tea to make pearl milk tea.

Therefore, in terms of dessert innovation, dessert relies heavily on Qian Ping, the owner who is obsessed with dessert making.

Now that Qian Ping is seriously injured, there is no major problem with the dessert station in a short period of time, but what about the dessert innovation in the future?

Naturally, there are a few guys in the dessert station who have been there for some time, and there are many people with inner strength, but none of those people are as full of love for desserts as Qian Ping.

In his previous life, Yan Moji first tried to make snacks, because he wanted to restore the taste of his mother's handicrafts in his memory, so for a long time, he was partial to these flavored snacks; Western-style desserts only started to come into contact with after the store became bigger and bigger. .

Moreover, Yan Moji himself is a salty party, and he is not too keen on sweets.

Therefore, Yan Moji didn't have much love for making desserts, and thought he couldn't be considered a qualified pastry chef, so after Qian Ping showed his love for desserts, he passed on the knowledge of desserts to him.

——Where can I find such a dessert-loving person to take up the position of Qian Ping now?

Yan Moji was thinking about this question, when he saw a honey-colored thing flying towards him, and before he could react, it fell into his hand precisely.

Spread it out and see that it is a preserved fruit soaked in honey.

Yan Moji looked over subconsciously, and saw Ji Mingwu standing at the door, holding a small bag of preserved fruit in his left hand, his expression seemed hesitant to speak.

Yan Moji didn't think too much, stuffed the candied fruit Ji Mingwu gave him into his mouth, stood up and asked curiously, "Brother Wu, have you gone to buy some snacks?"

Ji Mingwu glanced at him, said "yes", walked in slowly, looked at him again, put the package of preserved fruit on the table, and said in a low voice: "Sweets are delicious."

"Well, it's not bad to eat a little once in a while." Yan Moji chewed the preserved fruit in his mouth, and finally spit out the core, and said with some emotion, "But it would be better if the core was removed."

Ji Mingwu glanced at him again, pursed his lips, picked up a candied fruit and handed it to Yan Moji, asking, "Have you found a suitable person for the dessert station yet?"

"No." Yan Moji didn't think much, lowered his head, bit the preserved fruit with Ji Mingwu's fingers, and said vaguely, "How can there be such a suitable person as Qian Ping?"

Ji Mingwu originally wanted Yan Moji to take it and eat it by himself, but he didn't expect Yan Moji to catch it with his mouth, and he could even feel the soft touch of Yan Moji's lips when his fingertips passed by, which made him subconsciously tense up. Thinking of the beauty of the last kiss, her fingers froze.

After a while, Ji Mingwu's throat moved slightly, calmed down, and retracted his fingers as if nothing had happened. Seeing that Yan Moji was eating the preserved fruit without realizing it, he finally couldn't help but speak clearly: " I am Qian Ping's uncle."

"what?"

For a moment, Ji Mingwu didn't know whether the young man in front of him who was chewing preserved fruit and puffing his cheeks really didn't realize it, or was deliberately teasing himself. ,I can too."

Yan Moji was stunned for a moment before suddenly realizing that the preserved fruit in his hand stopped, and he looked at Ji Mingwu in disbelief: "Brother Wu, do you want to make dessert?"

After being told, Ji Mingwu calmed down, raised his eyes and looked at him: "What's wrong?"

——It’s nothing, it’s just that Brother Wu, don’t you think it’s awkward for you, the No.1 “Under the Grand Master” and the famous “One Heart Sword” Ji Daxia, to beat egg whites and bake caramel?

——Uh, although it seems that Ji Daxia has been killing fish in the assorted food hot pot restaurant for several months...

Yan Moji still stuffed the candied fruit into his mouth, frowned and thought for a while, and the back of his eyebrows became more and more relaxed.

——Thinking about it, this idea seems really good!

——Brother Wu and Qian Ping are from the same school. Their martial arts are obviously much higher than Qian Ping's, and they also love sweets. Even if they don't have enough experience for a while, but with their own help and guidance, it should be no problem to support the dessert station for a while!

Yan Moji looked at Ji Mingwu with bright eyes, spit out the fruit core in his mouth, and asked, "Brother Wu, do you really want to make dessert?"

Ji Mingwu nodded: "En."

"Then I'll take you to the dessert stand tomorrow to try!" Yan Moji happily patted Ji Mingwu's strong arm, stroked his chin and pondered for a while, then suddenly remembered something, and the smile on his face restrained a little.

Ji Mingwu looked at Yan Moji who suddenly seemed to become unhappy, a little confused, and subconsciously said: "If you don't want to, then I..."

"No, no." Yan Moji waved his hand, with a trace of vigilance on his face, he looked at Ji Mingwu seriously, and hinted, "Brother Wu, most of the employees and customers in the dessert station are young and beautiful women, for... for For the sake of their reputation, you have to keep a distance from them, understand?"

Ji Mingwu was stunned for a long time before he realized what Yan Moji was worried about. He couldn't help laughing, couldn't help but reached out and rubbed Yan Moji's hair, then bent down slightly, looking at Yan Moji's somewhat embarrassed eyes, Seriously said word by word: "I said before, as long as you and I are still husband and wife, I will not find someone else——

"That sentence is always valid."

Yan Moji met Ji Mingwu's gaze, feeling a little flustered for some reason, feeling that ever since his brother Wu revealed his identity, as if he had taken off a mask and exposed a more real self, he seemed to have become more active and aggressive sex.

This made Yan Moji, who had always been active on his own and Brother Wu passive, suddenly a little uncomfortable.

—but...it doesn't feel bad.

...

The next day, Yan Moji took Ji Mingwu to the dessert station, advanced into the back kitchen, and was going to let Brother Wu practice first.

Yan Moji originally thought that no matter how good Brother Wu was, there would always be some small problems when he first started. He didn't expect Ji Mingwu to burn hot syrup, and the long-handled wooden chopsticks were flying in his hands, as if he was playing a conductor. Pulled apart into silk, twisted into strips in mid-air.

Ji Mingwu picked up the knife in another hand, moved his fingertips slightly, the light of the knife flickered, and the candy bar in the air turned into a candy cube the size of a little finger in an instant, and fell down with a clatter.

Then Ji Mingwu waved his left hand lightly, and the candies fell into the bamboo basket on the side as if they were pulled by something.

Yan Moji was dumbfounded.

He seemed to have watched an acrobatic show just now—no, it should be an art dance show!

——This method, this rhythm, is too steady, right?

——The key point is that the person in front of him still seems to be okay, and his face seems to be a little unconfident. He took a cooled fudge and handed it over: "Taste it."

Yan Moji was still in the shock just now, subconsciously stretched out his hand to take it and put it into his mouth.

So he didn't notice that when Ji Mingwu put the candy into his mouth, his eyes lingered between his fingers and lips, and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Yan Moji opened his eyes wide at the entrance of the soft candy: the taste of this soft candy is not much worse than that made by Qian Ping!

And I don’t know if it’s because Ji Mingwu’s internal strength is stronger, or Ji Mingwu added his own adjustments when making it, the taste of this fudge is more springy, and it is smooth and tender without sticking to the teeth.

After Yan Moji ate the fudge, he looked at Ji Mingwu in surprise, and said suspiciously: "Brother Wu, did you secretly do this before?"

Ji Mingwu shook his head: "I watched Qian Ping do it for the first time a few days ago, so I just learned from it."

——How many days ago?Could it be when you sent yourself to the dessert station that day?

Yan Moji was taken aback, and asked in disbelief, "You learned it after watching it just once that day?"

Ji Mingwu was a little puzzled, picked up a soft candy and looked at it: "Is there any problem?"

Yan Moji glanced at him, and suddenly remembered that Brother Wu said before that his master said that he was innately blunt, that he was extremely slow in learning swordsmanship, and that he was inferior to other senior brothers...

At that time, Yan Moji had already seen Ji Mingwu's superb wood carving skills, and he was still slandering whether Brother Wu had worshiped a mediocre teacher; now that he knew that Brother Wu's master was the suzerain of the Sword Sect, naturally he dared not question the master's eyesight.

only……

Yan Moji had to confirm again: "Brother Wu, are you really sure that what your master said is that you are innately dull?"

When mentioning Master, Ji Mingwu looked a little more solemn, and said seriously: "Indeed."

——Then, how many immortal-level apprentices did that suzerain take in? !

Yan Moji was feeling emotional in his heart, smacked it, and suddenly felt something was wrong, touched his chin, and looked at Ji Mingwu with a half-smile: "Brother Wu, you said you saw Qian Ping's work a few days ago?"

"Ah."

"Didn't you say you were going to measure the airs, and you secretly came to see me talking to Qian Ping?"

"..."

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