The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

A large army has recently been stationed outside the shabby County on the border. It is said that there are 100000 people. The big general comes from the famous general's ancient family, and is the most famous Kirin General of this generation.

Jiang qianxia, who helped by the back kitchen, copied two dishes and sent them out. Then she was ready to continue. She was grabbed by the fat chef who picked her up.

"Shallow summer girl, I heard Xuan Jiajun was recruiting in town. Do you have no registered residence? Do you want to try it? When you are a military cook, when you win the battle, you can get mixed up with your family."

Jiang qianxia wiped her hands on her apron at will. Her black eyes smiled. Holding the chef's hand, she sat down under the eaves.

"Uncle Zhang, that's what I'm going to do. I was just thinking about how to talk to you."

The chef smiled and nodded on her forehead. He laughed and scolded her for being slippery and a little lost.

"Alas, I saw you squatting in the corner of the wall pitifully. I wanted to give you a bite to eat for a while. I didn't think it would take two months for the store to be inseparable from you."

With a sigh of disappointment, the chef pulled her up, came to the counter guarded by her mother-in-law, and touched a bulging package.

"There are two sets of clean clothes and consistent copper coins inside. Take it. Don't save it. It's time to be filial. Don't be silly and suffer!"

After refusing twice, Jiang qianxia smiled and carried the package behind him, and simply left the shop.

It has been two months since she came to this unknown Dynasty. Jiang qianxia has already put down her extravagant hope of returning to modern times. Her only hope now is to live well in this not peaceful era.

It was her deliberate decision to become a cook in the army.

One advantage of being a cook in the army is that she has the same documents as men after they retire from the army, which is equivalent to a modern diploma. When she returns to the place, she not only reduces the tax burden by half, but also wants to open a small shop and go through the door of the military.

If you want to gain a foothold in this strange world, it is the safest to be born in a mixed military.

Thinking of this, Jiang qianxia walked more briskly and moved forward slowly with the conscription team.

"Name, native place, age!"

The two dogs buried themselves in drawing big characters on the paper and asked again and again impatiently.

"Jiang qianxia, a refugee, may be sixteen this year?"

Jiang qianxia scratched her face with a dry smile. She didn't pretend to be tender. There was a problem when crossing. Her body shrunk a lot. When she took a picture of the water, she was a childish little girl. She said that 16 was exaggerated.

Listening to the crisp tone different from that of other masters, the two dogs looked up in surprise and saw an extremely handsome little lady standing in front of them.

Clean clothes and white skin, although they are not the best of the country and the city, they are not what a rough man like him can get in his life.

Looking up and down, the two dogs couldn't help persuading the warm black eyes: "girl, look at your temperament, you know it's everyone, miss. War is not fun, and there's no place for women like you in the army. You'd better go back."

"The military Lord can't deceive the little girl. Which military road will not want the cook?"

Taking out a triangular kitchen knife from his waist and playing with flowers in his hand, Jiang qianxia said with a smile: "the little girl is the cook of DongLaiShun. Joining the army is to seek a birth, but she is not a big lady who doesn't touch the spring water."

"Cook? You have thin arms and legs. Can you use a kitchen knife? Don't say I didn't give you a chance. Show your hands. I'll decide to leave you after passing the pass!"

A strong man with big arms and round waist jumped down from a passing cart pulling vegetables, picked up a bag of flour and threw it to Jiang qianxia.

"If you want to feed those who kill, you have to work. You can choose any kind of pasta in Guanbei!"

"Shallow summer, show your skills to adults!"

Worried that Jiang qianxia's Fat Chef came secretly, he immediately moved out a table from a nearby familiar store, with many pots and pans.

Inexplicably, he was asked to show his cooking skills on the street. Jiang qianxia walked out of the conscription team and saluted the Fat Chef and the strong man.

"Since Uncle Zhang and adults have the intention of taking the school examination, the little girl will make a fool of herself."

He washed his hands, rubbed a basin of gray flour, and picked several green onions and a handful of broad leaf bitter vegetables from the board car from the strong man.

The scallions were finely cut into scallions. The sharp knife work brightened the eyes of the strong man. The Fat Chef heard the cheers of others and shook his head proudly.

Pull down a ball of dough, mix it with scallions, knead it evenly, roll it flat, apply a little sesame oil, fold it in half and roll it flat again. After folding several times, slide into the pan and fry the two sides golden. Sprinkle a little fine salt and start the pot. The smell floats all over the street and people swallow their saliva.

In the time of pancakes, the bitter vegetables twisted into several sections by Jiang qianxia are almost cooked.

The bitter cabbage in Guanbei is too thick and tastes very bitter. It tastes like rust. People who live a little better don't want to eat it.

In order to make the vegetables that soldiers often eat better, Jiang qianxia poured the sesame oil of pancakes into the soup, sprinkled fine salt, took out a wooden bottle containing seasoning from his small bag and sprinkled some light yellow particles inside.

The strong man looked for a long time and didn't see what seasoning she put last. He felt like a cat scratching in his heart. He was embarrassed to ask directly. He had to think about the taste when he was anxiously waiting for "comments".

Five scallion cakes with a pot of bitter vegetable soup, Jiang qianxia took off his apron and stood aside with a smile.

"Old cow, let me help you taste it first!"

Smelling the attractive aroma, the two dogs barked, dropped their paper and pen, jumped to the table, picked up a piece of scallion cake, ate a third of it with a big mouth, and hummed with narrowed eyes while chewing.

The strong man kicked the two dogs on the ass angrily, then picked up the cake and bit.

"Eh? It's crispy and not greasy. The smell of scallion is fried with scorching fragrance. It's scallion white but sweet. It's very refreshing. What's more valuable is that the level of the cake is excellent, the thickness is appropriate, good, good!"

After commenting on the scallion cake, the strong man scooped out a bowl of bitter vegetable soup and smelled it first. He found that it was much more fragrant than the ordinary vegetable soup. Under the great surprise, he drank it more carefully.

The entrance of clear soup instantly washes away the dryness brought by bread. The salt is so wonderful that it completely lures out the fragrance of bitter vegetables. Needless to say, there is a delicious taste of hen soup!

Pick up a piece of vegetable leaf and chew it carefully. The thick and hard leaf tendon was broken before it was put into the pot. At this time, it was three points softer than before, and the rough feeling was less in an instant.

One mouthful of cake and one mouthful of soup, after unconsciously eating all of them, the strong man patted his stomach with satisfaction, staring at Jiang qianxia with a smile.

"Girl, this soup is so delicious. Is it because of the seasoning you put last?"

Jiang qianxia blinked and threw the small wooden bottle.

"My Lord, this seasoning is called chicken essence. When cooking, it can be extremely delicious. This is the chip for my daughter to settle down in the future. I can't give you the prescription, but what you want to eat is delicious. Just find my daughter after eating."

The strong man held the small bottle, his old face flushed with shame, but he was reluctant to return it.

Seeing his pinched appearance, Jiang qianxia smiled more happily.

Although she is the only one who owns chicken essence in Daqian country, all kinds of spices are piled into a hill in her carry on warehouse. Even if she finishes eating, she can exchange some celadon and white porcelain.

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