I rely on pancakes to become rich [farming]

Mrs. You was slightly startled, and looked at the guy with some hesitation.

——Although this cup does look a bit like the pancake, the texture is completely different from the pancake brought home by the eldest son.

The guy was already making ice cream for the girl behind, so he didn't look over; but a female shop assistant next to him said with a smile: "This lady has good eyesight, this cylinder is indeed made of that pancake, you can rest assured eat."

Encouraged by the assorted food clerk, Mrs. You felt relieved, took a bite hesitantly, and was surprised to find that the cylinder was indeed edible.

Moreover, the cylinder soaked in melted ice cream contains the aroma of pastry and sweet milk at the same time, and the taste is very good!

The You family can be regarded as a wealthy family, Mrs. You also used ice cream in ice bowls in summer, but all the food was not as refreshing and sweet as the little ice cream in hand!

You Siniang ate one, licked her lips, and looked at the man who kept moving her hands with some longing, and tugged at Mrs. You's sleeve: "Mother, I still want it."

In fact, Mrs. You didn't think it was enough after eating one, but this is ice food after all, children will definitely have diarrhea if they eat too much; if they only buy it for themselves and not for Si Niang, Si Niang will probably throw a temper tantrum again, so she can only shake her head Reluctantly rejected You Siniang's request.

You Siniang puffed her mouth and was unhappy, Madam You had no choice but to pick up some other desserts and buy them back to make her happy.

As usual, when I wanted to buy milk tea, the little girl at the counter smiled gently and asked, "Madam, do you want hot or iced?"

Can I still have ice?

Mrs. You was very surprised, thought for a while and said, "Then let it be iced."

The little girl filled a cup of milk tea with dexterous hands and feet, took out a few small square ice cubes from a side cabinet with a wooden clip, put them into the milk tea cup, and served it to Mrs. You.

Mrs. You used to drink hot milk tea. This is the first time she drank iced milk tea. She only felt the cold milk tea. The sweet milk taste and tea aroma became clearer under the stimulation of ice cubes. A sip of iced milk tea made her feel the heat all over her body. Most of it is gone.

For You Siniang's sake, Mrs. You ordered room temperature milk tea for You Siniang.Fortunately, You Siniang was still thinking about ice cream, so she didn't pay much attention to it.

Holding a small cream cake and eating it, You Siniang was thinking absent-mindedly, and was dragged by her mother to enjoy the flowers by Ninglai Lake.

The flowers in May are very delicate and beautiful, and the sparkling lake is very pleasing to the eye.

Mrs. You was in a happy mood, and when she turned her head to see the absent-minded look of her little daughter, she couldn't help being curious: "Si Niang, what are you thinking?"

You Siniang ate the last bite of cake, nodded seriously, and said seriously: "I'm thinking about my marriage."

"Eh?" Mrs. You was very surprised, "Didn't you say you didn't want to marry this morning?"

You Siniang puffed out her chest proudly: "It was noon! Now I already have a sweetheart!"

- sweetheart?

Mrs. You was stunned for a moment before she came to her senses. She looked at her ten-year-old daughter in disbelief: "Si Niang, are you talking about the guy at the dessert station?"

Si Niang nodded: "Yes!"

Madam You's complexion changed suddenly, she felt dizzy for a while, her body went limp and she almost fell down.

--God!Her precious daughter actually fell in love with a quack who works in a shop!

——How can she explain this to the master?

——If I had known earlier, I would not have brought her out today!

Mrs. You just wanted to scold her daughter with a straight face, but suddenly noticed that You Siniang's face was not shy, but rather triumphant, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

She changed her mind, suddenly thought of a possibility, and asked tentatively: "Si Niang, do you want to marry that guy because he can make ice cream?"

You Siniang was taken aback, a trace of guilt flashed across her face, and she said stiffly, "No!"

Seeing her appearance, Mrs. You felt relieved, knowing that Siniang was just greedy, not because of the guy's appearance, so she couldn't help but patted her chest with some fear, and glared at Siniang: "You It scared my mother to death!"

...

Using Qin Linghan's beauty to attract customers has achieved great success. When Yan Moji went to the dessert station in the past few days, he secretly paid attention to whether there was any change in the relationship between Qin Linghan and his brother Wu.

Although Yan Moji believed that Ji Mingwu was devoted to him wholeheartedly, it would also make him feel uncomfortable to see a handsome man with a very high value around his husband.

However, judging from the observations of the past few days, the atmosphere between Qin Linghan and Ji Mingwu seems to be... a bit colder than when he was there?

Yan Moji always felt that Qin Linghan looked at his brother Wu with a bit of grievance and resentment.He tried to ask Ji Mingwu, wanting to hear what Brother Wu had said to him.

When Ji Mingwu heard Yan Moji ask about Qin Linghan, the wood carving in his hand paused slightly, and he looked at Yan Moji with some serious eyes: "Do you care about him?"

Yan Moji spread a mat on the couch where the two of them slept, sat on it satisfactorily and tried it, and replied casually: "No, I just asked."

Ji Mingwu's eyes softened slightly, and he put the completed wood carving on the table, stretched out his hand and pulled it with internal force, sucked up all the sawdust scattered on the ground, threw it into the bamboo basket on the side, and finally replied: "I let He keeps his distance from you."

Since his martial arts were exposed, Ji Mingwu no longer hides at home. With the support of his powerful internal strength, it is more convenient for him to do housework than an ordinary person like Yan Moji with complete hands and feet.

Because Jianhen wood is particularly resistant to burning, Yan Moji always asks Ji Mingwu to collect the wood chips after carving. Although the amount is not enough for assorted meals, it is still very convenient to make a fire at home.

Yan Moji was taken aback: "What?"

Ji Mingwu looked over and said in a deep voice, "You had a great time chatting with him."

For some reason, Yan Moji felt a little wronged in the way his brother Wu looked at him.

After being stunned for a while, Yan Moji finally understood what Ji Mingwu meant, and couldn't help but move closer to Ji Mingwu, smiling ambiguously: "Brother Wu, are you afraid that I will cheat?"

Ji Mingwu looked at the face of the young man approaching suddenly, with a hint of seductive smile, his throat tightened, his eyes darkened, and he didn't speak.

Seeing Brother Wu jealous for him, Yan Moji suddenly felt a little sweet in his heart, laughed in a low voice, and moved closer, almost sticking to Ji Mingwu, with a smile on his face: "I didn't expect Brother Wu to be jealous too? "

As he spoke, he deliberately stretched out a finger and scratched Ji Mingwu's chest and abdomen a few times.

Ji Mingwu glanced at him, stood up suddenly, took his crutches and went out.

Yan Moji was taken aback, then leaned back in his chair and laughed.

——Brother Wu is so cute!

Just smiling, Yan Moji's face showed a trace of sadness again: I have taken the initiative so much, Brother Wu can still bear it... If this continues, when will I be able to live a life of real meat?

——It can’t really be delayed until after the crowning next year, can it?

...

After Li Si came back, the Fengbu faction also brought back the response.

The Fengbu Sect is not a big sect. The sect originally had some fields, which they rented out to farmers for farming, and lived on the rent. It's just that the disciples in the sect have more and more demand for money, and in recent years they have almost been unable to make ends meet.

If it wasn't for the fact that the sect is too small and the martial arts in the sect are mediocre, the Jinxiu Sect didn't even bother to target them, and it would have been annexed by the Jinxiu Sect long ago.

The olive branch of assorted food gave the Fengbu faction a glimmer of hope. With the endorsement of the disciples of the Jianzong sect, the head didn't have much worries.

At the beginning, Li Siyi only selected some direct disciples of the Wind Step Sect, first tried to carry out the first step of business cooperation, and then decided whether to further hire people from the Wind Step Sect according to the subsequent situation.

Now that the disciples of the Windstep Sect have started their posts, Zhou Yang and his wife have given them basic training. Stimulated by the wages, these disciples of the Windstep Sect are working very seriously.

With a group of "Express Specialists" who are good at light work, the take-out business of "Full Meal" has gradually entered the right track. Not only Assorted Food, but other stores have also signed cooperation agreements with Baoyan Meal. They deliver food.

According to the route plan for a full meal, there will be takeaway staff passing by almost every one or two hours in the entire Qingzhou city. At that time, call the delivery staff and order from the store and menu in the delivery staff's hand. It won't be long. It will be delivered directly to your door.

Ordinary women will lean against the door to enjoy the shade in advance, and when they see the bright uniform of the delivery man, they will open their mouths to stop; Don't order takeaway, collect all the menus, and then go to the road where the deliveryman passes by to make a little more money.

This kind of derivative occupation had already appeared in the small town back then, because it also promoted the business of having a good meal, so Zhou Yang and his wife did not interfere, and instead gave them a lot of convenience.

As a result, the people in Qingzhou City lived a life where they could eat delicious food from various restaurants without leaving home even if they didn't want to cook or go out.

Fengbu sent people, and brought a sense of oppression to the two "general managers" Zhou Yang and his wife who had a full meal.

Both Zhou Yang and Miss Wu's martial arts are very average. They used to find ways to practice martial arts at the bottom of the rivers and lakes. After the assorted food came, the days became more and more comfortable, and they couldn't get the motivation to practice martial arts.

Miss Wu is fine, Yan Moji once hoped that she could cultivate to the level of ice making, to provide ice food for assorted food, so she still served some snacks; when Zhou Yang shifted his focus to business, he became more and more slack in martial arts.

But when the direct disciples of the Wind Step Sect came, both of them felt a sense of urgency.

No matter how small the Fengbu sect is, it is still a serious sect. The martial arts training needs of these direct disciples are basically supplied, and their martial arts are higher than those of Zhou Yang and his wife who are the shopkeepers.

Although Li Si is in charge and wages are pushing them, these Fengbu disciples are serious and obedient, but Jianghu people are a group of people who measure their class by martial arts.

Zhou Yang and his wife made up their minds in private, rearranged their daily plans, and stepped up their martial arts training.

...

A few days later, Yan Moji went to visit Qian Ping at Qian Ping's residence as usual, and Feng Wenlan told him the good news:

Qian Ping woke up.

In fact, Qian Ping could wake up a few days earlier, but Feng Wenlan said that if Qian Ping was allowed to sleep for a few more days, the injuries in his body would recover faster. Both Yan Moji and Li Si agreed, and Feng Wenlan said After using some sleep aid incense, Qian Ping continued to fall asleep.

After that, Yan Moji would yawn every time he entered Qian Ping's room.

When Feng Wenlan was diagnosing Qian Ping in the past few days, she felt that there was nothing serious about Qian Ping waking up now, so she withdrew the incense and let Qian Ping wake up on his own.

When Yan Moji entered the room, Qian Ping was quite awake, but his face was still a little pale. There was a guy feeding Qian Ping sitting next to him. When he saw Yan Moji coming in, he quickly stood up: "Boss."

Hearing the voice, Qian Ping turned his head with difficulty, saw Yan Moji, looked him up and down, his expression stabilized a lot, and forced a smile: "My boss seems to be all right, so I'm relieved."

Yan Moji saw that Qian Ping woke up from a serious injury, and was still thinking about his own safety. He couldn't help feeling a little sore in his heart, and his nose was a little astringent. He walked over and whispered: "I'm safe and sound, but you have suffered a lot... Sorry, it's all I'm tired of you."

Qian Ping smiled: "My master, don't be polite, it's my duty to protect my master... Besides, it's our Sword Sect that has implicated my master."

After Qian Ping woke up, Feng Wenlan had already told him roughly what happened after he was seriously injured and comatose. Qian Ping already knew that the real identity of the little uncle had been exposed, and he had rescued Yan Moji safe and sound.

It's just that Yan Moji's identity as the "Second Young Master Yan" is unknown to anyone except Ji Mingwu, and Qian Ping still thinks that Jinxiumen kidnapped Yan Moji to threaten his junior uncle.

Yan Moji felt a little guilty, but he couldn't say it clearly, so he could only sigh: "Heal your wound well, don't worry about anything else."

"He can't worry if he wants to."

Feng Wenlan, who came in behind, was holding a bowl of dark medicine in his hand, with a worried expression on his face, he said, "Don't pretend to be awake, I don't want to lose all my martial arts, so just listen to me honestly from now on—here." , drank the medicine."

Not to mention Qian Ping, even Yan Moji, who was beside him, felt a little nauseous when he heard that bowl of medicine, so he subconsciously took a step back.

Qian Ping smelled that smell, his face turned paler, he pursed his lips, and looked at Feng Wenlan begging for mercy: "Feng Nvxia, this medicine is also..."

Feng Wenlan has been doing her best to take care of Qian Ping these days, and her temper has become a lot more irritable. Hearing this, her brows were raised upright: "Why, don't you want to drink?"

The sky and the earth are big, and the doctor is the biggest.

Of course Qian Ping didn't dare to challenge Feng Wenlan, so he had no choice but to say: "I'll just drink it..."

Yan Moji saw that Qian Ping was sipping the strange-smelling medicinal soup with difficulty, and couldn't bear it, so he quietly asked Feng Wenlan: "Qianlan, can't the medicine be adjusted or add some sugar?"

Feng Wenlan also answered him in a low voice: "No, I made it taste bad on purpose, just to stimulate Qian Ping's stomach to move, otherwise he will vomit after drinking the tonic."

I see……

Yan Moji glanced at Qian Ping with some sympathy, thought for a while and said, "Then what can Qian Ping eat now, can I make him some food?"

——The boss cooks himself?

Feng Wenlan's face brightened, and she quickly sift through the foods she likes and Qian Ping can eat, and finally thought about it: "Let's make porridge, you can put some chicken, not too greasy...tofu eggs It's okay, don't add green vegetables first, the medicine behind me conflicts with green vegetables."

Yan Moji nodded, indicating that he understood.

The buddy at the side fed it spoon by spoon. Qian Ping held his breath and finally drank the whole bowl of medicine. His face was even paler than when he just woke up. Finished."

He babbled, and could still feel the disgusting taste in his mouth, so he couldn't help but frown.

Feng Wenlan walked over and stuffed something into his mouth.

Qian Ping bit it subconsciously, and looked at Feng Wenlan with some doubts.

"Tang, can I still harm you?" Feng Wenlan clapped his hands, a little speechless, "You have to drink this medicine for a few days, so bear with it slowly."

——Do you still want to drink?

Qian Ping was almost wrinkled into a steamed bun face, but the sweet candy in his mouth dispelled the weird taste.Qian Ping took a bite of the candy, his mouth flicked and was smooth, and there was a hint of juice oozing out, which made him chew a few more times, and after swallowing he was a little surprised and said: "Master, is this the new pastry chef? "

Feng Wenlan glanced at him: "Ji Dong's family took care of your needs."

Qian Ping almost choked on his own saliva: "This is what my uncle did?!"

"if not?"

Qian Ping blinked blankly, it was hard to imagine the picture of the little uncle dealing with sugar and milk with a serious face.

Feng Wenlan was amused by his stupid look, took away the medicine bowl beside him, and said with a smile: "Okay, don't be stupid, adjust your breathing well, and you'll have to drink medicine again later. "

Thinking of the bitterness of the concoction just now, Qian Ping's face turned green again.

Fortunately, Feng Wenlan was not so cruel, after a while, after giving Qian Ping a drink of medicine, he brought up the porridge made by Yan Moji himself.

Considering that Qian Ping had just woken up, even if the warrior's physical fitness is strong, his stomach may not be very good, so Yan Moji chose the most gentle and pleasant millet to cook porridge.

Before the porridge was stewed, Yan Moji started the pot first, and ordered his staff to buy a tender rooster. After packing it up, he added red dates and stewed the soup.

The tender rooster that has just grown up is not as oily as an old hen, and the stewed soup is not greasy, which is especially suitable for patients who are sick and bedridden.

In the previous life, Yan Moji's parents also stayed in the hospital for several days before they died of illness one after another.At that time, although Yan Moji was so anxious that he couldn't sleep every day, he pestered the doctor to carefully ask the patient what he could and couldn't eat.

Therefore, Yan Moji himself has a lot of experience in sick meals.

The soup made from the tender rooster was mixed with some warm water and millet to cook porridge. The chicken was disassembled by Yan Moji, only the leg meat was taken, and the leg meat was torn into small strips.

After the millet porridge was cooked, Yan Moji didn't open the lid immediately. He waited until the residual heat of the casserole had simmered the millet inside until it almost melted, and a layer of soft rice crust formed on the porridge before he opened the lid and added shredded chicken. Take it to Qian Ping.

In addition, a simple stew with eggs and tofu is used as a side dish for porridge.

The fragrant chicken shredded millet porridge made Qian Ping and Feng Wenlan salivate together.

After a simple breath adjustment, Qian Ping was able to lean back slowly, holding a bowl of warm millet porridge by himself, and a spoonful of rice porridge with the umami flavor of chicken soup. The melted millet porridge almost didn't need to be chewed, which made Qian Ping's belly, which had been empty for many days, let out a satisfied "grunt" sound.

Qian Ping drank a whole bowl of porridge, and wanted to have another bowl, but Feng Wenlan directly refused: "You just woke up, so you can't eat too much."

The Qian Ping bowl was taken away, feeling a little aggrieved, watching Feng Wenlan start to drink the third bowl of porridge, and just now felt the strong dissatisfaction of the host who only fed him a bowl of porridge.

Although recovering his body, he knew that he should listen to the words of the Qingsanggu disciples, but Qian Ping watched the murderer who took his bowl still eating the delicious chicken shredded millet porridge, the hunger in his stomach rose, and he rushed into the The brain reminded him of the question he was asked by several female shop assistants at the dessert station before, and blurted out without thinking:

"Feng Nvxia, won't you gain weight if you eat so much?"

Feng Wenlan's hands that were about to scoop up the fourth bowl of porridge paused slightly.

After Qian Ping's words came out, he suddenly felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and when he looked up and saw Feng Wenlan looking over with gentleness, a bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

Feng Wenlan put down the bowl, wiped her hands lightly, and smiled softly at Qian Ping: "Qian Ping, I suddenly remembered that we have a set of acupuncture in Qingsanggu, which is quite effective for internal injuries, but it may be a little painful , do you want to try it?"

Qian Ping trembled subconsciously.

...

After Qian Ping's meals in the next few days, after Yan Moji and Feng Wenlan had a conversation about the prohibitions, based on his experience of taking care of parents in the hospital bed in his previous life, he drew up a list, listing the recipes for the three meals in the morning, lunch and evening , let the assorted food guy prepare it.

That guy is also a disciple of Jianzong, and Qian Ping's nephew in terms of seniority. Looking at the detailed list in his hand, he was a little surprised, and said with a smile: "The master's recipe is quite detailed, and I can just follow it. Don't bother."

Yan Moji didn't expect this guy to be able to cook, so he exchanged a few words with him with great interest, and found that he was still a talent, and he had a clear vision of the development of assorted foods.

Yan Moji secretly remembered him, and when he learned that his name was Tang Zhuichen, he was the latest generation disciple of Jianzong, and he had to do missions for the sect when he went down the mountain to practice, so he chose assorted food.

"It's already your sect's mission to come to Mixed Food to work?" Yan Moji was a little surprised.

"No, it can be regarded as one of the best tasks in the sect." Tang Zhuichen said with a smile, "Where is there such a task that can make money easily and eat a lot of delicious food? As far as I know, Uncle Li and Uncle Qian occupy the The position refused to move, and many seniors and seniors in the sect complained."

——It’s not that Brother Wu just pretends to be a public servant for his own benefit...

Yan Moji was slightly relieved.Ji Mingwu offered him an opportunity to contact the Jianghu sect, and he would not refuse; but if Ji Mingwu used his prestige to force the disciples of the Sword Sect to come over, not to mention that these disciples were unhappy, he would not be happy either.

During the chat, Tang Zhuichen said something casually that made Yan Moji suddenly have a new idea: "My master's recipe can be sold in medical clinics."

This is a sick meal specially for Qian Ping to recuperate his body, and it may not be suitable for other patients, and Yan Moji didn't pay attention to it; it's just that an idea came from it that made him eager to try:

Meals for sick patients are not easy to prepare, but... what about student meals and work meals?

The author has something to say: Yesterday, a little angel cared about my cover issue. I actually made this cover by myself. I learned an emoji package_(XD」∠)_

In fact, I am also thinking about whether to change to a normal cover, but it seems that I am also attracted by my sand sculpture cover?

Really tangled (·v·)