I dominate the magic world by farming

At dinner time, Field sat at the dining table and had dinner with his family.

The white bread and grilled meat on the table were the same every time. After eating them for nearly a year, he really had no desire to eat.

Suddenly, Field had a sudden idea that wheat could be made into flour, and flour could be made into various delicacies, and noodles in his previous life were one of them.

The food diary of the Loya Continent began with Field's dislike of white bread.

At this moment, Field had no idea that it was his action at this time that changed the food culture of the Loya Continent.

The tasteless white bread and the springy noodles made Field swallow his saliva subconsciously.

Field spit out the dry bread in his mouth.

"I have a bad appetite!"

Then, Field left the restaurant and went straight to the grain storage room.

"The wheat quality is really good! It must be very fragrant to use it to make noodles!"

Field carefully screened in the storage room and removed the shriveled wheat. Then, he ground the wheat into fine flour.

After the flour was ground, Field began to knead the dough.

Pour the flour into a large basin, add an appropriate amount of water, and knead it with both hands to fully blend the flour and water.

The well-mixed dough exudes a rich wheat aroma, which makes people salivate.

"Not bad, not bad! Just one step left."

Field's stomach was calling "gurgling".

Rolling the dough into a thin sheet of dough is not Field's forte, but Wilson County is not short of skilled women.

Field directed on the side, and the skilled women rolled the dough as required, with uniform thickness, like a fine handicraft.

Then, fold the dough and cut it into thin noodles with a knife.

Then hang the cut noodles on bamboo poles, bathe in the sun, and gradually dry.

Field couldn't wait to eat a bite of the fragrant noodles.

While waiting for the noodles to dry, Field turned the noodles from time to time to prevent them from sticking to the bamboo poles.

After a day of drying, Field immediately put it away and came to the special kitchen in Fort Wilson to heat the oil.

Perhaps Field has always left Wilson with the impression that he makes some weird things.

Before Field could test the results, Ella, the little foodie, followed him to the kitchen.

"Brother, you've been busy all day, what delicious food are you making?"

Field looked up at Ella.

"Noodles!"

"Noodles? I've never heard of it."

But it didn't stop Ella from taking the cutlery to scoop the noodles out of the pot.

At the same time, Ella said in a mean way: "Brother, let me try it for you to see if it tastes good?"

Field tapped Ella's little hand.

"It's not ready yet, why are you in such a hurry."

Ella's outstretched little hand instantly retracted, sticking out her little tongue.

"Lululu~"

Since there were no condiments such as peppers, garlic, and chopped green onions, Field only cooked vegetarian noodle soup with eggs.

Even so, for Field, who had been eating bread for a year, this simple bowl of vegetarian noodle soup was simply a delicacy.

After a while, the fragrant noodles were freshly cooked.

Before Field could start, Ella took the lead in eating noodles.

"Hot, hot, hot~"

"Slow down, there are still a lot!"

Field was so happy that he waited for the noodles to cool down like a gentleman.

After a while, the noodles had become warm.

Field immediately gobbled them up, wanting to starve to death and reincarnate.

One bowl of noodles was not enough, and another bowl was still not enough.

Field finished four bowls of noodles in a row before putting down the bowl with satisfaction.

Good things should be shared, so Field cooked all the noodles made today.

Everyone looked at the noodles that were almost the same as snakes, and they were a little resistant in their hearts.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Field.

"This is a delicacy, called noodles!"

As soon as Field finished speaking, he picked up a bowl of noodles and ate it with relish.

Seeing that Field was eating so sweetly, everyone's little gluttons were hooked.

The dwarf Tolkien tried it first.

"Hmm~"

"How is it?" everyone asked.

Tolkien did not answer, only responded to everyone with a "slurp" sound.

Seeing Tolkien eating so sweetly, everyone started to move instantly.

Facing the delicious food, Tolkien's mouth was really too empty to speak, and he only praised the noodles with a thumbs up.

Javier is worthy of being a businessman. As soon as he took a bite, he immediately thought of earning gold coins.

"Master Field, can the noodles be sold at the Traders' Association?"

Field paused slightly. He made noodles purely to satisfy his cravings, but he didn't expect to earn gold coins.

"Of course you can!"

"That's great, the goods that belong to the Traders' Association have been added."

"You are worthy of being the director of the Trade Department, you have a unique vision."

At this time, Mans, who was busy slurping noodles, rarely interrupted and said: "Field, I doubt whether you are my son. How can you always come up with these weird things..."

Before Mans finished speaking, his mother's little hand grabbed his ear.

"If Field is not your son, whose son could it be?"

"I am not joking, I am just trying to liven up the atmosphere. Madam, don't be angry, don't be angry~"

Field turned away, not wanting to see them showing off their love in public.

He instantly felt that the noodles in his mouth were no longer fragrant.

The noodle feast ends here.

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