Delicious Lady: Lord Wolf, please enter the urn

Chapter 13
At night, Yang Manyue entered the system to study again.

Looking at the learning items on the screen, she felt a little broken.

There are twelve types of light cutting, "cutting, chopping, chopping, chopping, chopping, paring, slicing, straight cutting, push cutting, pulling cutting, sawing, rolling cutting".This system is really meticulous to the extreme, even a person with no culinary talent, after learning this way, I am afraid that he will become a master of knife skills.

Meticulous, too detailed!
In the past, learning to cook was taught by the master. Although there are many kinds of knife skills, they are not as detailed as systematic induction.If they pass all of them, Yang Manyue can no longer imagine what kind of sword skill that is.

After being abused by the system for at least three days, after passing the air cut assessment, she clearly felt her progress.So amidst the collapse, she had expectations again.

As a chef, it is natural to pursue the ultimate knife skills.

If you pass the first-level exam, what level will you reach?
She is looking forward to it!

Open the learning video, today is the real thing.

A basket of potatoes has been placed at her feet, and her task this time is to shred potatoes.

Potatoes are round and firm, but they are easier to handle than soft ones.But it is not easy to make every potato shreds uniform in thickness.

Val is still the same, looking at her with cute eyes.In the process of learning, it is the supervisor, preventing the host from being lazy.

The practice time of eight hours a day must be full, even if it ends one second earlier.

This time, Yang Manyue felt it was difficult.Although there is a foundation, the system requirements are too high. It is an inhuman requirement that every potato shred be the same thickness.Day by day, she couldn't remember how many days she had been in the space, she just felt that her arms were not her own anymore.

And the only thing to eat is water and steamed buns.In a systematic explanation, chefs are required to use their bodies to remember such pain under extremely poor conditions so as to achieve the ultimate cooking skills.

Finally, after half a month, Yang Manyue completed the assessment.

When a bowl of chicken noodle soup and steamed buns was placed in front of her, she was moved to tears.

It's not easy!

Just like last time, after she ate these rewards, all the fatigue and soreness disappeared, and she was alive and kicking again when she got out of the space.

[-]. No words at night, the second day, the snails on the second wave were also cleaned up.

After handling it quickly, Niang San'er headed towards the town carrying the burden like yesterday.

Before arriving at the location, I found that there was already a group of people there.As soon as they saw their mother San'er coming, they immediately surrounded her with a "hula" and asked questions in a hurry.

"Auntie, little lady, why did you come here?"

"Is your stall only open at this point? We have been waiting for a long time! Your snails are so delicious!"

"Yes! I have never eaten such a delicious thing. I brought a bowl here today, and I will bring it to my mother-in-law and baby to taste."

"Thank you folks for coming."

Yang Manyue saw that these people were overjoyed, so she hurriedly put down her things and started working swiftly.

"Conditions are limited. These snails are not tasty when they are cold. They are all made at home and sent to the town. When conditions permit, we will make them now."

"My lady and my aunt are really good at cooking. I was thinking about the taste of snails all night last night. It's so delicious!"

After hearing this, Mrs. Chen said with a proud face: "This is all done by my little mother."

Everyone was amazed when they heard it, "Little lady, it's amazing to be so good at such a young age!"

With a smile on her face, Yang Manyue lifted the lid of the pot, and the rich fragrance wafted out, and more and more people gathered around the stall.

Wang San, who came to collect the money, was speechless.

Obediently, this family is going to prosper!
The business is booming like this, and the price is still the cheapest snail, it's against the sky!

Smash it in your mouth, aftertaste the taste of yesterday's snails, and feel the taste in your mouth, the taste is really indescribable.

A little spicy, a little numb, red oil and red sauce, full of ingredients.

It is obviously the flavor of two regions, but this little lady has combined the freshness and sweetness of Jiangsu and Zhejiang with the spicy and spicy flavor of Sichuan.The snail meat is extremely tender, and I don't know what kind of secret method is used, it doesn't have any earthy smell in the mouth, and it is delicious.

It is no exaggeration to say that Wang San feels that he has never eaten such delicious food since he grew up.

A little chicken essence can drive the ancients crazy, not to mention that the snails are made with a secret method handed down from the ancestors.

Don't say that Wang San can't stand it, I'm afraid a bigger person can't stand it.

"Take some back and give the inspector a taste."

With such thoughts in mind, Wang San stepped forward and scolded: "What are you doing? What are you doing? Gather here to rebel?!"

When a group of enthusiastic villagers saw that they were government officials, they immediately made way for them.Wang San stepped forward, pretending to be surprised and said: "Oh, it's you!"

"Is the officer safe?"

Yang Manyue made a salute, chose a big box, scooped up snails and handed it over, and said with a smile: "Thanks to the help of the official, I pointed out a good place, and we orphans and widows finally have a job. Official, You try it, it’s all made by yourself, don’t give up on it.”

Wang San chuckled and said, "He's a sensible one. It's okay, it's not easy for you to do business. I've got the three coins here, and I won't do anything to bully the villagers."

Everyone applauded for a while, and Wang San felt a little pleasure in his heart when he saw the thumbs up of the villagers, as if he had done something extraordinary.He stuffed three Wen into the money, got back the ten Wen, avoided people's eyes and ears very quickly, shook the money into his sleeve, and walked away cheerfully.

Yang Manyue couldn't help but find it funny looking at his receding figure.

But this person is a local snake, and he should be Xiaoqi in charge of this street, so he can't offend him.

Xiaoqi doesn't have much power, but he can still deal with a few ordinary people.After all, at the town level, the biggest official is the patrol inspector of the ninth grade, and the next is the general flag and the small flag.Officials who don't flow in look disrespectful, but that's only for people in officialdom.

If they can get the support of this master, at least their mothers can do business with peace of mind on this street.

As soon as Wang San left, Yang Manyue's stall became lively again.

The sorrow on Chen's face was gone, and he made more snails on purpose today, and he was so happy to see that the business was more prosperous than yesterday.

Seeing the bottom of the snails, I feel as refreshed as eating iced sour plum soup.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and it was almost noon. At this point, almost no one would come, and there were only a few snails left, not enough for a box.The mothers also packed up, ready to close the stall and go home.

But only halfway through, I heard a faint voice, "How do you sell snails?"

The voice is slightly magnetic, a little hoarse and low, and it makes people feel a little depressed when it hits the heart.

Man Yue, who was busy, raised her head and couldn't help being a little dazed.

The person who came was a man about 22 or [-] years old, wearing a dark blue cross-neck robe, covered with a gauze pannier printed with green bamboo leaves, and a jade pendant engraved with dragon and phoenix patterns was hung on his waist. It is obviously an extraordinary status.

These days, anyone who can wear such a jade pendant is either a relative of the emperor or a gift from the heavenly family.

And no matter what it is, the status of the person in front of him must never be lowered.

Looking at his appearance again, one can only see that the contours of his face are extremely tough, as if carved by the gods, full of masculinity and perseverance; his eyes are slightly slender, and a slender and hideous scar slanted down from the right brow, and has been drawn Beyond the corners of the eyes, coupled with those unwavering eyes and tightly pursed thin lips...

Good MAN!

This was Yang Manyue's first feeling.

Although this man has a scar on his face, it doesn't hinder his fortitude and beauty at all.It was precisely that scar that added a bit of wildness to him, making him more masculine.

only……

This look is so oppressive!
Looking at herself for a moment, with cold eyes, Yang Manyue felt suffocated just by looking at each other.As if being targeted by some monster, it is extremely aggressive, as if it can penetrate your heart.

His eyes flickered slightly, he brushed off the discomfort from his heart, and responded politely: "My lord, I'm sorry. This snail is sold out..."

"Isn't there more?"

The man looked at the pitiful snails at the bottom of the pot, frowned slightly, and interrupted Yang Manyue, "That's all, wrap it up."

"what?"

Yang Manyue was stunned for a moment, Chen Shi pulled Yang Manyue's sleeve with some fear, and muttered in a low voice: "Manyue, give it to him, I won't offend you."

"Ah? Oh..."

She bent down and scooped up the remaining snails into the box, and handed them to the man, "I'm sorry, my lord, because there's not enough for one box. So I'll give you a taste of these."

"Take it."

The man took the box, threw an ingot of silver into the burden, turned and left.

Yang Manyue was dumbfounded, a piece of silver?This is the best snowflake silver, one ingot costs ten taels!

Chen was even more shocked and stood there dumbfounded, not knowing how to react.

Only Mancang picked up the ingot of silver, bit it very philistinely, and said excitedly: "Sister, it's true, it's true! We have met a nobleman!"

"Yes, I dare not ask for it!"

Mrs. Chen grabbed the silver and stuffed it into Man Yue's hand, and hurriedly said: "Man Yue, hurry up and return it to others. This kind of money is too hot to hold!"

Yang Manyue nodded, took the money from Mrs. Chen, and said, "Mother, wait for me, I'll be right back!"

"Hey, go!"

"Master, son!"

Yang Manyue grabbed the ingot of silver and chased after the man in front.

However, he was born tall and burly, with long legs, Ouba, who walked very fast, she chased him for a street before catching up, "Master, wait!"

The man stopped, turned around, looked at Yang Manyue who was running out of breath, frowned slightly, his lifeless eyes were still cold, and stood there looking at Yang Manyue.

"Son..."

Yang Manyue gasped, "I've caught up with you. This is your money, you take it back."

"Why?"

"Ok?"

Yang Manyue felt that her brain froze a bit.

What is "why?"

Hey, hey, brother, are you from Mars?Or is Guanyin sitting down and reincarnated as a boy of good fortune?

Where do those snails need so much money?

The question is so weird, is it an idiot?
(End of this chapter)