mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 397

Zhao Chuanxin shrugged: "I can make it up, but why should I give it to you?"

Rachel Kervis said as a matter of course: "Benjamin is your apprentice."

"Benjamin is my apprentice, I'm going to make up a song for you?" Zhao Chuanxin looked her up and down, making her uncomfortable: "Then you are still Benjamin's mother, then can I share..."

Rachel Kervis: "Share a mom with him?"

After speaking, she giggled.

"Boiled!"

Zhao Chuanxin was furious, and he slapped her ass with a raised hand.

Rachel Kervis jumped up in shock.

This time it was Zhao Chuanxin's turn to smile.

"Don't talk nonsense to you, I'm going to take a shower, my nose is sticky."

Just looking at it and not doing it is tantamount to pouring gasoline on desire and exposing it in the sun.

Zhao Chuanxin has to admit that now he is easily overwhelmed by desire.

Yes, he is such a superficial person!

After taking a cold shower, he took out the dirty clothes in the secret realm and stuffed them into the laundry basket, and someone would naturally wash them.

After changing clothes, Zhao Chuanxin left the villa and said to Benjamin Goldberg who was in a daze: "Hey, the life of the rich is so depraved. You don't need to learn to be a teacher, you must have the spirit of hard work. "

Benjamin Goldberg came back to his senses: "But, I think Master enjoys the life of the rich."

"Superficial, childish!" Zhao Chuanxin scolded: "That's all appearance."

"..."

"Okay, don't talk nonsense. Now, let's cooperate to design a dining car model car, build it for the teacher himself, and go to the town to experiment when it's done."

Benjamin Goldberg scratched his matted hair: "Master, do I get paid?"

"Fuck, are you looking for money? It's your nasty capitalist father who taught you badly."

"However, my father has been addicted to investing recently, and I think he is going to stumble. So I need to save a sum of money first, and then let him tide over the difficulties."

"Huh?" Zhao Chuanxin was surprised: "How do you know that he is going to stumble?"

Samuel Goldberg wasn't alone in his fall.

"It's just a feeling, judged by my rich knowledge and extraordinary wisdom."

This kid has the potential to become a "full-professional Wang Yuyan" and knows a little bit about everything.

"You child, everything is good, but you have not inherited the humble character of being a teacher."

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin's handicraft has reached its peak.

Instead of playing tricks like mortise and tenon, the elf carving knives, hammers, and nails take turns.

He had plenty of wood, metal, and glass to squander.

The master and the apprentice didn't even draw the blueprints, and they started to discuss while discussing.

Zhao Chuanxin is a strong man of divergent thinking, and Benjamin Goldberg can perfect the details.

"Master, if you want to store all kinds of seasonings here, you need to build at least 30 grids."

"No, this is different from a real kitchen. I will build a workshop and process finished seasonings. At that time, I only need to control the dosage and add them to food in batches. There is no need for on-site deployment."

This is the secret to the assembly line production of street food.

It's more about assembling food than concocting it.

Everything is prepared, and the food can be delivered to diners at the fastest speed on the street.

Save time, save space, save cost, but sell the most.

"Master, your idea is like a genius, I really admire you!"

"Tell me, who did you learn to flatter? A teacher will not teach you this."

The master and apprentice talk nonsense, and the subordinates don't stop.

Zhao Chuanxin told him to take him to see John Browning.

Benjamin Goldberg said, "Is that the famous old designer?"

"Yeah, my father and I are stuck in a bottleneck and need to find someone who knows how to break through the technical barrier."

"Okay, master, let's steal the teacher."

"..." Zhao Chuanxin emphasized: "It is communication, fair and friendly communication."

No electric planer, no chainsaw and operating table, an elf carving knife can go all over the world.

The interior of the carriage is undergoing a sea change.

Zhao Chuanxin dug a big hole on one side, made a window that can be lifted up, and there is a foldable table underneath.

In 1907, New York was developed enough that gas pipelines led to thousands of households, and even at this time there were gas tanks.

Zhao Chuanxin decided to equip the dining car with a gas tank, but he didn't use it this time.

When he corrected it in sevens and eights, a carriage slowly drove in outside the manor.

"Sir, I'm here to deliver the crayfish!"

It came very quickly.

Zhao Chuanxin readily paid the final payment and asked Marcus Nkrumah to unload the goods.

Looking at the buckets full of lobsters, Benjamin Goldberg wondered: "Master, why buy so many crayfish?"

"This is our food, and it will be sold in the town tomorrow. What kind of harvest festival did your mother say the town will hold? It just happens that there are so many people and it sells quickly."

In the evening, Rachel Kevis did not leave and was invited by Miao Cuihua to stay for dinner.

Zhao Chuanxin cooks in person today and takes his servants to grill the crayfish.

It's just that there are too many, the servant feels that his eyes are getting dark when he looks at the pots of crayfish.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Tomorrow I will sell it in the town. If it is sold, I will count the labor cost for you."

Crayfish are very cheap at this time, but Americans do not eat heads, only lobster meat, and labor is the most expensive.

Sure enough, hearing this, these people have the motivation to work.

Zhao Chuanxin fiddled with it for a long time, preparing to make three kinds.

One is Tabasco pepper, lemon, pepper, celery powder, bay leaf, ginger powder, mustard seeds, onion, salt and garlic cloves, and the taste is more western.

The other is the little hemp recipe that I used to love most.

Then there's the grilled cheese sandwich.

Zhao Chuanxin took off his apron, wiped his hands, and said to a group of servants: "I have made enough, you can get some yourself, tonight we will focus on crayfish."

The servant cheered.

The smell of slippery spoons filled the house, and the aroma of the lobster meat made by Zhao Chuanxin had already made them laugh.

Zhao Chuanxin brought his servants to the dining table with various crayfish sandwiches.

Miao Cuihua was stunned, and whispered, "Just eat this?"

"Hey, I'm not an outsider, let Rachel make do with it, why are you treating her like a guest?"

Benjamin Goldberg rushed to say, "I'll have one first, to taste."

He also made suggestions, and tomorrow he will take a car with Zhao Chuanxin to go to the town to make money.

Seeing this, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly thought of something, and said to the servant: "Go and get thirty sandwiches and send them to Marcus."

"..."

In the era of lack of oil and water, people generally eat more.

But Zhao Chuanxin boasted that during this period of time he didn't make the black guy hungry, and the food was still so edible.

Rachel Kervis took a bite.

The crayfish and the grilled cheese are connected together, pulling out a long strand.

A lady must not eat this.

"Well...it's so delicious!" Rachel Kervis danced all afternoon and was already hungry. "What kind of shrimp is this?"

Benjamin Goldberg snaps, "Crayfish!"

Miao Cuihua picked up the whole mochi on the plate with chopsticks: "Isn't this crayfish? There are also crickets in the United States?"

Zhao Chuanxin did it himself, peeled off the crayfish for her, and stuffed it into her mouth.

Miao Cuihua's eyes were crooked with a smile.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "It's different. Crayfish are more expensive than this gold, but they can't survive if the water quality is poor, and it's only delicious when making crayfish tofu. Crayfish are different. They can live anywhere and are easy to flood."

He didn't mention that crayfish are dirtier than crayfish.

In Lugang Town, if a woman gave birth to a baby and had no milk, she would go to the clear river to catch crayfish, go back to stew tofu, and guarantee milk after eating.

But the way of eating is relatively simple, so even though the quantity is large at this time, not many people like it, except Zhao Chuanxin who is not tired of eating and eating.

Just like toads, others always feel puzzled when Zhao Chuanxin cooks a big pot of toads every autumn. What's so delicious about it?

Zhao Chuanxin asked her: "Is it delicious?"

Miao Cuihua nodded: "It's just trouble."

"It's okay, I'll pick it up for you."

Rachel Kervis felt sour watching.

As if Samuel Goldberg never treated her that way.

So she decided to interrupt the casting, and interjected, "Ethan, did you prepare a song for me? Otherwise, I'll have to play the same old tune tomorrow."

"Let's talk after dinner, don't you see that I'm busy?"

Miao Cuihua smiled without saying a word.

Rachel Kervis takes aim at Benjamin Goldberg: "Give it to me."

Benjamin Goldberg: "Mom, I won't, I'm still waiting for you to pick it up for me."

"..." Rachel Kervis simply didn't move and became numb: "It's degrading to use your hands like this, so I'd better eat a sandwich."

After the meal, several people came to the courtyard.

Mosquitoes are flying around the gas lamps, and grasshoppers are gone after autumn.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "I can teach you to sing, but I will take Benjamin away the day after tomorrow."

"Still leaving?" Rachel Kervis was unhappy: "He also has to go to school."

"He can teach the teachers in the school in the town, as long as he passes the exam. Do you want to learn?"

"study!"

Zhao Chuanxin cleared his throat and began to sing: I'm my mother's savage daughter...

A song "Savage Daughter" with strong Celtic style slowly flowed into everyone's ears.

It was as if there was a bonfire in front of him, crackling.Witches worship and communicate with the gods, and sing empty and distant ancient spells.

And like a bard, telling historical stories in the empty valley.

Later, Zhao Chuanxin's "Woooo..." part broke down.

After singing, there was silence at first, and then Rachel Kervis was the first to applaud: "Beautiful, really beautiful!"

Everyone applauded.

In fact, Zhao Chuanxin's singing is very ordinary.

But the song Can't Stand is indeed a good song.

He wrote down the lyrics and handed them to Rachel Kervis: "Try singing."

Rachel Kervis blushed, but cleared her throat anyway.

When she opened her mouth, everyone froze.

"We came from darkness, into this world, through blood and pain..."

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help it: "Fake, how many Han Hongs do you eat at a meal, can you sing like this?"

She has a good voice and a wide range of vocals, and she has a vibrato like a Mongolian long tune, which fits 100% with this song.

I don't know how much better than Zhao Chuanxin's singing.

Rachel Kervis is not very confident in herself: "Is it really possible? Then I will sing this?"

　I am confused, I will add more at the end of the month, and now I am powerless.

　　Does anyone know why a fever makes it so hard to pee?What's wrong?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)