This cabbage is juicy and delicious. It will be fresh enough if you stir-fry it with a little lard and add some salt.

This fat winter melon is great for making soup.

This green cucumber is very pretty, use it to smash cucumbers! ...

As Bao Jixiang walked, he arranged the vegetables within his sight, and from time to time he picked one to taste, nodding as he tasted.

Shen Yizhi followed behind with a smile, without disturbing him. When he asked, he introduced them to him.

"Why haven't I seen this bright red fruit before?"

"Tomato? Did it come from overseas? Fan means foreigners, so this name is quite appropriate."

Actually, it wasn’t. The seeds were bought from a grocery store by Shen Yizi using his points.

"Can I eat it?" This is what Mr. Bao cares about most.

Shen Yizi smiled secretly, thinking that he and Nian Nian must have a lot of common topics. He could ask Nian Nian to accompany him some other day, and he would definitely make the old man happy.

"You can eat it. Try it."

Shen Yizi picked one up, performed a cleansing spell on it, and handed it over.

Bao Jixiang took a bite and said, "Hmm, sour and sweet, very good."

By the time they finished touring the vegetable garden, their baskets were already full.

Next, the two went to the farm.

This was just built, not far from the vegetable garden. Originally it was a pond, but now it has been filled with soil and a breeding farm has been built.

Although it was built only a few days ago, it is already quite large.

There are chickens, ducks, geese, cows, sheep, pigs and so on. The farm is looked after by some elderly people recruited by Shen Yizi from the village.

There are fixed working hours for looking after the farm, and they don't have to be exposed to the wind and sun. Taking care of the livestock is also a job they are used to doing. The most important thing is that they get paid every month!

Two taels of silver a month, and various gifts and red envelopes during festivals.

The elderly are all very happy to do this job and are vying to apply for the position.

But a farm doesn't need that many employees, right? Naturally, some were left out.

The old man who lost the election was very disappointed.

Shen Yizhi comforted them, saying that there would be many job opportunities in the future, and they would be given priority when the time came! Her current status in the hearts of the villagers might be more authoritative than that of the emperor. With just one sentence, she calmed everyone down.

Those who were admitted worked very hard in the farm and would find work even if there was no work available.

So although this is a breeding farm, it is kept clean and tidy, and it makes people feel comfortable at first glance.

At first Bao Jixiang thought he had come to the wrong place.

But it was broad daylight now, and the livestock on the farm had been let out to roam freely.

The taste of a chicken raised in a cage and a free-range chicken is absolutely different.

Therefore, Shen Yizi adopted a free-range policy, allowing employees to take the livestock out for a walk as much as possible during the day.

The meat of livestock raised in this way will taste better.

After Bao Jixiang learned about her ideas, he deeply agreed with them.

"It's the same principle as raising children. Why do children from wealthy families get sick so often? Why do they cry loudly when they fall? It's because they don't get enough exercise. Children raised in the countryside are different. They are very hardy."

Shen Yizhi could only half agree with this statement. Children can exercise, but they cannot be left completely alone. They must not miss out on anything they should learn.

By the way, she hadn't checked Qing Bao and the others' homework for a while, so she would have to do a random check in the evening.

Qingbao and Nian Nian, who were playing with their friends and sweating profusely, had no idea that they were in danger of disaster.

Among the three dishes in the competition, there is fried rice with egg, so eggs are indispensable.

Shen Yizhi originally wanted to ask someone to bring a basket of eggs over, but Bao Jixiang refused and insisted on touching the eggs himself.

The eggs in the chicken coop had already been taken away by the staff.

If the old man wants to touch it, he can only try his luck in places where chickens often hang out.

Shen Yizi naturally had no objection. Picking eggs was also a kind of fun.

In order not to diminish this happiness, she did not use her spiritual sense to cheat, but instead parted the bushes to search for it.

She was lucky and soon found an egg in the grass.

"Don't move, let me do it!" Bao Jixiang saw it with his sharp eyes, rushed over at a speed that was completely inconsistent with his age, picked up the egg, and put it into the basket like a treasure.

Then he gave her a smug look.

Shen Yizhi: “…”

As long as you are happy.

She didn't bother with an old child.

Finally, the eggs were picked up and the chickens were caught. The two returned to the kitchen of Mingyue Restaurant with a full load and started cooking.

Shen Yizi did not use a burning cauldron, but instead used a firewood-burning earthen stove like Bao Jixiang.

The ingredients are the same, the tools are the same, the seasoning is the same, the taste of the final dish depends on only one factor.

That's cooking.

Making chicken soup is a delicate job and you can't be in a hurry.

However, stir-fried pork with green peppers and fried rice with egg are two dishes that are quick to prepare.

Shen Yizhi invited He Buji and the village chief, Seventh Uncle, to be referees. Upon hearing about it, Master Changfeng came to join in the fun and volunteered to be one of the referees.

Du Zhenzhen, who was one step behind, could only serve as a waiter, but she was very dissatisfied and said to Changfeng: "Aren't you a monk? How can you eat meat?"

Chang Feng said calmly, "Donor, you don't know that meat means smoked, which refers to the five pungent vegetables: garlic, onion, shallot, shallot, and asafoetida. These five types of vegetables have a pungent smell, and eating them will dissipate one's energy, damage one's sincerity, and make it difficult to communicate with the gods, so we don't eat them.

"And the meat you are talking about is meat, which in Buddhism refers to the smell of fish. I am practicing Hinayana Buddhism, which seeks to save oneself rather than others. It allows eating three kinds of 'clean meat': one that I did not see being killed; two that I did not hear being killed for me; and three that I did not suspect was killed for me.

"The meat used in the dishes of the two donors was not killed by me, was not killed under my nose, and was not killed for me. So why can't I eat it?"

Du Zhenzhen was speechless after his question.

The other people present felt that they had learned something new. So that's how it is. They thought that monks couldn't eat meat.

Thus, the three judges were decided.

Du Zhenzhen brought out two plates of stir-fried pork with green peppers.

Just by looking at the appearance, you can't tell which dish was made by whom. This also ensures fairness.

It’s not that Bao Jixiang doubted that the three referees would be unfair, but if they knew in advance who did it, it would inevitably affect their judgment.

When two dishes are of similar quality, people will inevitably prefer the one made by the one they know.

Two dishes were placed in front of them, and the three of them each took a bite.