"Don't worry, Shengun, I've stored everything." The chef left with a small bag of flour. Shengun was really extravagant, and the bags for flour were all sewn by Ma.
"Second Chef, you can grind out another bag soon. For lunch... make some scallion pancakes. I will personally guide you!" said Ma Yue.
"Hey!" There is new delicious food, and of course the second chef is willing to learn.
Unfortunately, it takes time to cultivate peanuts. Wild peanuts are too small, so they need to be cultivated artificially, with generations of carefully selected seeds. This takes time. Well, if there's no vegetable oil, animal oil will do.
"All of you, come over tonight. The white noodles are delicious."
"Hmm, hmm..." Everyone nodded. What exactly is fine grain? No one understands. As long as it tastes good, it's fine. For cadres at the bureau level and above, it's not just a matter of eating enough. You have to eat well and get as much nutrition as possible.
"Wait, I haven't asked yet, how many kilograms of wheat did I harvest in summer?" This question is very crucial.
"About fifty mu of land, and the yield per mu is about 150 kilograms."
"So little? If you keep the seeds, shells, and so on, there won't be much left."
At dinner, watching the foodies eat steamed buns and scallion pancakes, Ma Yue felt a pang of pain. He thought again, several thousand kilograms of white flour, didn't it seem like a lot? He would keep enough for himself first and share the rest with the foodies.
Well, for breakfast, just give each of them a fried dough stick and a steamed bun.
"Really!" These foodies originally thought that they would not get any share, but they did not expect that the charlatan would still think of them.
"Yes, the output this year is not much. When the harvest is bigger next year, I will add it to your recipes." Ma Yue said. It seems that his "glorious image" of eating alone has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts. Isn't there anything embarrassing about it?
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