Fish swimming around the world

"We only have cooking cakes to eat today?"

Gu Beiyan frowned. He didn't even have a side dish, so he would consider himself unlucky to follow this master.

Jiang Fan cut it and said, "Don't underestimate the pancakes. They're just as delicious when they're done. Didn't I ask you to go back and get my seasoning bag?"

Gu Beiyan pointed to a small bag next to him: "There are only so many left, they are all there."

Jiang Fan snapped his fingers: "Look!"

A bonfire was quickly raised, and the embers were taken out. Jiang Fan sliced ​​the cooking cakes and put them on skewers and grilled them on the charcoal fire. Finally, he brushed them with an unknown sauce and sprinkled some white and delicate powder on them. A strong aroma spread instantly.

"Here, have a taste." He handed a bunch to Gu Beiyan and picked up a bunch himself to eat.

"Is this okay?"

Gu Beiyan was a little confused.

"Just eat it, don't swallow it with your tongue."

Gu Beiyan was doubtful and took a tentative bite. His eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately took a big bite and chewed it.

"How about it, I didn't lie to you." Jiang Fan muttered with his mouth full.

Delicious, really delicious. The outside is crispy and fragrant, and the inside is fragrant and soft, mixed with the rich flavor of the sauce. Gu Beiyan can't imagine that ordinary cooking pancakes can be so delicious.

"How on earth are they made so that the pancakes are so delicious?"

"Hey, I told you, follow me, and if nothing else, I will let you eat the best food in the world."

This is really not a lie. On the way to escort Jiang Fan, Gu Beiyan swallowed secretly at the smell more than once. Today was the first time he ate something made by Jiang Fan. Even though it was just an ordinary pancake, it was also satisfying. She was extremely surprised.

The two of them had not eaten for a day and a half, so they were indeed hungry. All eight cakes were eaten, leaving Jiang Fan with only two, and all six went into Gu Beiyan's belly.

Licking his lips, Gu Beiyan still had more to say.

Jiang Fan sighed: "I say, Yanzi, with your appetite, you will have to find a high-ranking official to marry in the future. Ordinary people can't afford it."

"A dead man will not marry."

"Okay, come again, don't forget, you are not a dead soldier now."

Gu Beiyan was silent.

Jiang Fan scratched his head, knowing that he had touched her sore spot, so he changed the subject: "How about it, I'm not lying to you, I, the God of Cookery, have reincarnated, and I can cook whatever is delicious."

Gu Beiyan looked at him: "It's really extraordinary, and your sauces are also delicious."

Jiang Fan said proudly: "That's natural. It's all secretly made by my own hands. It's not available to the outside world."

Gu Beiyan thought for a while: "This salty taste has never been more delicious, but I have never seen you use salt."

"Salt?" Jiang Fan waved his hand disdainfully: "That kind of crude stuff is extremely bitter in the mouth. It is not eaten by humans. The salt I use is prepared by my own hands. It is the white powder you just saw. This is called table salt. ”

Gu Beiyan was immediately shocked: "What did you say? Do you know how to make salt?"

That snow-white as silver, crystal clear powder is actually salt? Even though Gu Beiyan holds a high position, he has never heard of such salt in the world.

"Of course, a handful of the salt I make is better than a large handful of yours, and the taste is extremely fresh and fragrant without any impurities. How can it be compared to what you eat?"

Gu Beiyan grabbed the seasoning packet, pinched a little white powder and put it on the tip of her tongue. The next moment, her expression froze...

It was late at night, and the female official hurried into the palace to pay homage to the empress.

"Your Majesty, Commander Gu wants to see you."

The empress thought for a moment: "Xuan."

Gu Beiyan looked solemn and stepped forward to prostrate himself: "Gu Beiyan, a citizen girl, kowtows to Your Majesty."

The empress looked at her: "What's the matter?"

Gu Beiyan took out a small bag from his arms and said, "Your Majesty, the common people have something important to report. This thing is salt, made by Jiang Fan himself. Its taste is a hundred times better than the salt on the market..."

When she presented it, the empress didn't look very surprised.

"Salt is one of the most important materials. You are interested."

Gu Beiyan said: "Your Majesty, this method of making salt should be the top priority, so..."

The empress waved her hand: "I'm walking with him all the way, don't you know? Please step back."

Only then did Gu Beiyan remember how far-sighted the empress was, and she might have already had some calculations in her heart. When I first saw this salt, I was so anxious that I forgot about it.

"And..." The empress looked at her: "You are already Jiang Fan's maid, you should know who your master is."

Gu Beiyan's heart trembled, and he immediately understood the meaning of the empress' words. He kowtowed hurriedly: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I know you are wrong."

"Back off!"

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"Your Majesty, Mr. Jiang did not go to the West Market today, but went to the East Market to work part-time. He worked as a porter for one day and was scolded by his employer for poor work. He deducted half of his wages and received twenty coins."

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"Your Majesty, Mr. Jiang has not found any work or earned a penny today."

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"Your Majesty, Mr. Jiang went to the blacksmith shop today to work as a helper. Later, he had a quarrel with the shop owner and only received five cents."

"Oh?" The empress suddenly became interested: "What's the quarrel about?"

"It is said that Mr. Jiang said that the blacksmith shop is not good at craftsmanship. If it were him, he could forge hundreds of refined steel."

The empress raised her sword eyebrows: "Do you really mean that?"

"Indeed, Mr. Jiang also said a lot of strange things, such as blast furnace, furnace temperature, coke, quenching, steel cladding, steel clamping, etc., which made the shop owner furious and rushed him out."

The empress' eyes flashed: "Take what he said and report it to me in writing. From now on, his words and deeds must be meticulous. Go down."

After the female officer left, the empress slowly put down her pen and looked thoughtful: "After all, I still underestimated you. Gongshuban is right. How much knowledge do you have in your mind? I...can't let you go anymore..."

Mr. Jiang was angry, simply furious. The owner of the blacksmith shop was ignorant, and his wages were deducted for his good intentions. He didn't know what was good or bad.

Looking at the pitiful five coppers, Young Master Jiang felt very aggrieved. It’s so shameful for me, my young master, to run into obstacles everywhere. I haven’t even had enough food and clothing for several days...

Forget it, don't buy pancakes today, buy some rice, otherwise it won't be enough for Gu Beiyan, the big eater.

Mr. Jiang decided to find a relatively stable job after learning from the painful experience. At least have a full stomach before talking about anything else.

So the next day, he found the person who sold him the house and asked him to help introduce him to a long-term job for the sake of buying the house.

Na Ya was not a bad person, and he soon led him to a restaurant that had just opened, saying that they were recruiting waiters here.

Fortunately, due to poor business, he couldn't get much reward money, and his boss hadn't found a suitable waiter yet. Seeing that Jiang Fan was still awake, he accepted him.

This restaurant is not small in size, but unfortunately the food tastes average and it is not well-known, so few people patronize it.

Although he was an expert at cooking, Mr. Jiang, who had learned from the painful experience of the blacksmith shop incident, did not rush into trouble again, but instead started working as a waiter. We agreed to make five hundred dollars a month, which was not much, but I could barely afford to eat.

Two days later, an old man with a lion's nose and extraordinary bearing came here to have a meal with a group of followers. He was very unhappy when he saw that no one was dining in the hall, so he said to the shopkeeper that it was so deserted that it was hard to eat.

This old man has a majestic demeanor and is definitely rich or noble. Seeing that he is about to leave, the boss of the boss scratches his head anxiously.

So Mr. Jiang, who was cleaning tables and chairs nearby, had an idea and came forward and said, "Old sir, if you find it too deserted, can I tell you a book to cheer you up?"