Chapter 77 Chapter 77 Does it still count?

"You, what are you doing!" The chef finally found a place to vent his anger that he had been holding in for a while. Seeing Miao Ying putting the kneaded dough into the water, it was obvious that he was playing a trick on them.

"What's your hurry?" Miao Ying glanced at him nonchalantly. "The shopkeeper hasn't spoken yet."

The shopkeeper glared at the chef and said, "Look carefully and learn well!"

Miao Ying then slowly began to wash his face, then said, "After the dough has risen, start washing it with clean water. Pour the water into a clean container, and then continue washing."

"After washing, there's only this lump of gluten left. Consider it the finished dough. Once it's cooked, steam it and add it to the cold noodles." Miao Ying showed them the last clump of gluten. He put it down and stretched. "The flour needs to settle for a while. Should we wait here or what?"

"Wait a moment." The shopkeeper asked someone to bring chairs over, and several people sat in the kitchen, looking at each other.

Miao Ying was quite comfortable. He huddled together with Huo Xing to look at the wood carving in his arms. Miao Ying didn't know anything about wood carving, so he started to give comments and gestures, and in the end the puppet was carved into a mess.

The chef was fuming and glaring, showing no patience at all. Miao Ying said, "If you really can't sit still, go boil some water and find something flat. I'll need it later."

The chef grunted and started the fire, and took out an iron plate, which was used for a dish in the restaurant and should meet Miao Ying's requirements.

Seeing that the time is almost up, Miao Ying stood up, poured out the water that had settled on the flour water, and left the flour at the bottom, stirring it evenly with a spoon.

"After that, it's easy." Miao Ying stepped aside and let the chef do it himself. "Just scoop out the flour water with a spoon, spread it on the iron plate, steam it in water, and when you see bubbles, it's done."

A piece of cold skin was steamed and placed aside. Later, the chef became more and more skilled and soon made a bunch of them.

Miao Ying looked at the cold noodles he made and then said, "Next is the seasoning. You have much more seasoning here than I do. You have all the basic seasonings, and the most important one is mine. He didn't bring the cooked chili oil, so we'll deliver my seasoning tomorrow."

The shopkeeper paused and said, "It takes too much time for you to go back and forth. I'll send someone to get it with you."

Miao Ying nodded: "That's fine." They could make one less trip and still take a bus back.

"If there's nothing else, then we'll just leave?"

The shopkeeper nodded. Their restaurant also had a seasoning method that could not be passed on to others. After Miao Ying and Huo Xingxing left, they began to use their own seasoning method to mix the cold noodles.

But after mixing it, there is always something missing, the color is not beautiful enough, and the taste is not as rich as his.

After the chef saw them leave, he was finally able to speak: "I can make something this simple too."

The shopkeeper rolled his eyes at him and said, "If you can do it, why didn't you do it before?"

"I……"

The shopkeeper was a little annoyed: "Go away and think about how to make this." After saying that, he left. As he left, he was still thinking that the method of making this cold noodle is indeed simple, but ordinary people would never think about it. Who would put the kneaded dough in water? It is good for rolling noodles or steaming buns, and they are not good at it. No matter what, they will not throw it into the water! The chef knows how to make it, but he knows nothing. He only knows how to be ambitious but not capable!

They left the kitchen of Yingkeju and returned to the room given to them by the shopkeeper. Huo Xing showed him the banknotes in his arms.

It was the first time that Miao Ying saw the silver notes in this world. He was a little curious and looked at them carefully but couldn't quite understand what was written on them. He could only understand that there were thirty taels. It was always happy to make money, and this money was also unexpected wealth.

Miao Ying took out his purse again and looked at the money he had made from selling cold noodles today. Business was not good at the beginning, but it got better later. In total, he made almost one or two taels of silver. Miao Ying was very satisfied.

They didn't go out to eat in the evening, so they just ate some of the leftover cold noodles. There was no entertainment in the evening, so they washed up early and lay down to rest. Since the owner invited them to stay, they didn't do anything. Miao Ying still had to save some face.

There was ice in the guest room, so the room was quite cool. Miao Ying slept well all night, and early the next morning, he and Huo Xing took the Yingkeju car to go home.

Soon they arrived home. Miao Ying handed the jar of cooked chili oil they had made to the person in charge of Yingkeju, and then said, "You can come and get it every ten days before August 15th."

After sending the people away, Miao Ying counted the days on his fingers. It was almost the 15th of July, and there was still a month until the 15th of August. Three cans a month should be about right. There were still a lot of dried chili peppers at home, and his grandmother had planted the chili seeds in the ground.

They are a family, and the good news of making money should be shared with the family. Miao Ying put the silver bills on the table during lunch. The two elders had never seen silver bills in their lives, so they looked at them closely, but no one dared to reach out to touch them, for fear that their hands would be rough and the silver bills would be damaged, so they asked Miao Ying to put them away quickly.

"Mom, my idea is that we should use this money to buy some more land. After all, land is the foundation of our livelihood. If we can't farm it anymore, we can rent it out to others to farm."

Of course Li Hongying and her grandmother agreed. They were very sad when they sold the family land. Now that they could buy the land back, it was a comfort to them.

"I'll go see the village chief tomorrow." Huo Xing said.

After finishing the business, Miao Ying began to talk about his business. He spoke vividly, and his grandmother and mother listened attentively and agreed with him from time to time, which made Miao Ying feel more accomplished, as if he was about to become bigger and stronger in the next second.

After finishing speaking, Miao Ying took a sip of the water placed by the waterside and said, "Master Song told us the other day to prepare some books for Xiaobao."

Miao Ying didn't quite understand what books students at that time were reading, so he planned to ask Master Song to make a list for him when he had time, and he would buy them from the bookstore.

The weather was too hot, and the whole village seemed to have been suspended. The weather was fine, and there was not even a trace of wind. The children did not go to school because Master Song was sick. Huo Xiaobao and Xiaomu no longer ran around outside. Xiaobao practiced calligraphy every day, and Xiaomu and Huo Xing made wood carvings in the tool room.

It was still Miao Yingying who served as military advisor. He drew the picture on paper, and then they carved it out with a chisel.

"Xiao Lin, do you think this will work?" Miao Ying moved closer to Xiao Mu and gestured with him, "This is the kind that can be opened like a window, and then it opens to reveal a different pattern."

Little Wood nodded: "I know, I know what to do!"

After all, Xiao Mutou grew up under Carpenter Yao, and his instinct made him very dexterous, so the carvings he made were much better than those made by Huo Xing. The wood carvings he gave to Miao Ying last time were even more realistic than the row made by Huo Xing.

Huo Xing is better at making larger items. Now that people in the village know that he can do carpentry, they occasionally ask him to help repair windows or something, and he can earn a few cents from it.

There were many small things made of small pieces of wood, each of which was very delicate. There were various Q-version small things that Miao Ying had drawn for him before, and Miao Ying liked every one of them very much.

Huo Xing felt a little jealous when he saw this. He looked at his own clumsy-looking hands and sighed.

Miao Ying came up to Xiao Mu and said, "When I go out to set up a stall, I'll take these things of yours with me to sell. The money from the sales will be your pocket money."

Little Mu smiled shyly. The little boy was very thoughtful and sensible earlier than other boys. Now Little Mu already felt like a little adult.

He looked at the little wood for a while, then came to Huo Xing and asked: "Huo Xing, at what age do the young men here get married?"

Huo Xing shook his head: "Why don't you ask your mother?"

Miao Ying stood up, walked out of the tool room, found his grandmother who was playing with the dog, and asked the same question again.

"Generally speaking, children can get engaged when they are twelve or thirteen years old."

Miao Ying opened his eyes wide: "Twelve or thirteen years old! So young?" Twelve or thirteen years old is just the age for them to graduate from elementary school!

"Not too young, are they?" said the grandmother. "Girls are the same."

"No, no," Miao Ying said quickly, "It's too early, too early."

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Grandmother said, "Xiaolin is only ten years old this year. It's too early to discuss marriage."

Little Mu Tou gradually grew up, and it didn't sound nice to call a little brother Little Mu Tou, so everyone in the family changed his name and called him Xiao Lin, except Huo Xiaobao who still called him Brother Mu Tou.

Arranging a marriage for Yao Lin was their promise to Carpenter Yao. They would raise Yao Lin well and find someone he liked, otherwise they would be sorry for Carpenter Yao's spirit in heaven.

"I want Xiaolin to stay with me for a few more years." Miao Ying said, "When I have enough money, it's not impossible to marry him into my family." Miao Ying said, "If I marry him to someone else, he won't be under my watch. I'll always worry if I can't see him."

Grandma laughed and said, "If you're so protective of Xiaolin now, how will you spoil him when you become his father?"

"That would definitely mean you'd give up everything." Miao Ying spoke calmly about having children for the first time. "So we should wait until we can give our children the best living conditions before having children."

This was the first time that Miao Ying was calm and did not avoid talking about the child. He was worried about it during the time he was in the mountains. Ye Feng said it was easy to get pregnant, so he was worried for a while, but later he found out that it was okay. He also asked Huo Xing to pay attention when they did it next time.

"Aunt, grandma, I just went for a walk in the mountains and picked up some mushrooms. Are they edible?" Fu Lingzhi was holding a basket with some colorful mushrooms in it.

Li Hongying smiled as soon as she saw them: "Lingzhi, just looking at these mushrooms makes you think they are beautiful, right?"

Fu Lingzhi was stunned: "What's wrong?"

"The more beautiful the mushroom, the more poisonous it is," Miao Ying said. "It's a good thing you asked, otherwise it would be dangerous."

Fu Lingzhi quickly put down the basket: "Fortunately, I thought I couldn't do it, so I came here to let you do it. Fortunately, fortunately."

"Next time, you are not allowed to go up the mountain alone. If you want to go, come and bring the steamed buns. Keep them safe." Li Hongying warned him, "You are not allowed to do that."

Fu Lingzhi nodded: "It's just that the weather is hot, and I think the shade of the trees on the mountain and the mountain breeze will make it cooler."

"Would you like to have dinner at home tonight?" Miao Ying asked him. "I'll make something delicious."

Fu Lingzhi nodded. He lived alone now. He grew vegetables in his own garden, did some needlework and sold handkerchiefs. He had some money. His life was a little poor, but it seemed more fulfilling than before. He also felt the affection of family from Miao Ying's family, apart from his brother.

He pulled Miao Ying aside and asked, "Does what you said last time about accepting your aunt as your godmother still count?"