Five cubs at the beginning: the vicious stepmother turns over and becomes a group favorite

Chapter 239 Trying to Make Multigrain Pancakes

At that time, she is afraid that she will have to stay in the shop most of the time.

According to her understanding of Ji Zhixu in her previous life, she might wish to keep a distance from her every day, but since her rebirth, many things have changed invisibly, so that Mu Daiyao is not sure about Ji Zhixu now. How far can Xu support this matter?

But when the shop opens, she may not necessarily spend all of it in it.

At that time, when the money is more abundant, you can also spend some money to hire a few hardworking people who can work to help.

Anyway, as long as she holds the recipes of those dishes in her hands, she is not afraid of being stolen by others.

She will open a restaurant in the future, at least if the business is big enough to be compared with Cuichunju, then she can't limit her vision to the snack shop.

The more she thought about it, the more Mu Daiyao frowned.

Watching the dumplings in the pot gradually rise to the surface of the water, Mu Daiyao blinked, and stretched her brows and eyes in the rising heat.

Forget it, the old people in the village have already said that silver taels still have to be earned bit by bit.

It's useless to think so far now, it's better to wait for those dart runners to come and buy those horses from her.

At this moment, the firewood underneath was burning too hot, causing the heat of the iron pot to rise rapidly, and it rushed to Mu Daiyao's face.

Fortunately, Mu Daiyao reacted quickly and took a step back, but the wound on her face was still scalded by the steam.

The pain caused Mu Daiyao to grin her teeth immediately, "Hiss, it hurts!"

Only then did he think of what Ji Zhixu had told him just now, and remembering that today's medicine hadn't been changed, he hurried to the door of the kitchen and called out to Ji Xiuping.

"What did you call me?"

Ji Xiuping walked over quickly, and he didn't know if it was because of Xiaoju's face, he looked at Mu Daiyao covering the wound on his face, and asked in a soft tone: "Do you want me Do you want to help me? Do you want to make dumplings or not?"

Seeing that Ji Xiuping was so eloquent, Mu Daiyao squinted her eyes. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw that there was not enough firewood in the stove, so she said with a smile: "I need your help to make the dumplings, and I have to do it early tomorrow." Get up, and take your second and fourth brothers with you to collect some firewood in the nearby woods."

"Tomorrow we all need to go to school. Could it be that you make it impossible for us to learn to pick up firewood for you?"

After hearing what Mu Daiyao said, Ji Xiu couldn't help but frowned, and made a mockery while walking in to cook the dumplings.

"Since such a big event happened today, the Shushu will definitely not start classes tomorrow. Don't worry, I really don't let you go to the Shushu to study. I'm afraid you are the only one who is unhappy."

Except for Ji Xiuping, none of the little bastards in the Ji family really liked going to school.

"You do know a lot."

Ji Xiuping took the big spoon that Mu Daiyao handed to him, and said pointedly.

At this time, Mu Daiyao had already walked to the door of the kitchen, and when she heard the words, she smiled, turned her head to look at Ji Xiuping and replied softly: "Yes, I know a lot, so you have to be careful oh."

What Mu Daiyao was referring to was that Ji Xiuyun pushed someone into the water, but hearing Ji Xiuping's ears made him think that Mu Daiyao knew about Xiaoju's matter.

His ears turned red all of a sudden, fortunately Mu Daiyao had gone far away at this time and did not notice this scene.

The most comfortable thing after a busy day is when you take a hot bath at night. Mu Daiyao boiled the hot water early, carried the bucket of water back to the house, soaked her hair in it for a long time, and felt refreshed all over. , and then lay back on the bed and fell asleep.

As for Ji Zhixu, he didn't know where he went. After sending Ji Letong home in the afternoon, he said that he was going out for a while, and Mu Daiyao fell asleep when he went there, but there was no sign of him.

The next day, Mu Daiyao opened her eyes before dawn. It was almost winter now, and there were no birds chirping outside, only the crowing of roosters from the village.

Mu Daiyao stretched out her hand and opened the window of the room. The morning air carried the unique coolness of the dew that had been frozen overnight.

She turned her head slightly and glanced at the ground, and there was no trace of mattresses on the ground.

The system popped up a question: "Host, aren't you curious where your husband went last night?"

"I went to find Ji Zhiqiu, where else can I go?"

That fellow Ji Zhixu has always been the most hard-spoken and soft-hearted, so Mu Daiyao is not clear about it.

It was rare for her to rush to the tile market today to buy things. After washing up, she made breakfast again, and then wandered leisurely into the yard.

The seeds planted in the small field in the yard have already germinated. Originally, Mu Daiyao thought that the harsh weather was approaching winter, and those seeds would not be able to survive.

Unexpectedly, with the system as a guarantee, it is really possible to bear fruit.

Mu Daiyao was thinking in her heart how long it would take for the fruit to come to fruition, and went back to the kitchen to watch breakfast while circling with her hands behind her back.

Later, she still has to continue making pastries. Before the shop is set up, she can't go out of the stall with a cart for three days to fish and two days to dry the net. , naturally cannot relax.

As soon as the system saw Mu Daiyao's full heart on his snack stall, he couldn't help but remind her: "Host, don't forget the task assigned to you by the system."

"I haven't forgotten, but now is not the best time."

Mu Daiyao casually prevaricated the system, and then began to meditate again.

Although the cakes she made before sold well, the asking price was not low, and the materials used were quite valuable. Unless they were pushed to sell in the town, there would be customers. I am afraid that not many people in the village had spare money to buy them.

Even if it is pushed to the door of the Shushu, it is estimated that there will be no sales.

Thinking of this, Mu Daiyao began to think while kneading the dough.

What if instead of making pastries, it is made into a flatbread that everyone can accept?

For example, if you make multigrain pancakes, the price is affordable and the taste is delicious. If you sell them at the door of the Shushu, many villagers should be willing to buy them to fill their children's stomachs after school.

Mu Daiyao thought about it in her heart, and did it when she thought of it, directly opened the lid of the bucket next to it, dug out a large spoonful of miscellaneous grain powder from inside, added it to the flour she was kneading, mixed it together, added some salt and water , Stir together, then press and press in the basin with your hands, and take it out and drop it on the chopping board.

Doing so can make the noodles more chewy, and this is a little secret taught to Mu Daiyao by a teacher in the previous life.

Multigrain pancakes are not difficult to make, but if you want to make them better than others, you have to see how well the sauce is smeared.

Each apprentice taught by the master chef has different sauces due to different techniques and techniques.

It just so happened that the system gave her some chili peppers when she was at Liu's house, but Mu Daiyao didn't use them all up, and now it just happened to come in handy.

She washed and chopped the remaining six or seven peppers.

(End of this chapter)