Chapter 77 New wealth brought by instant noodles…

When Jiang Yanyi and Feng Shuo were about to go back, the old man chased them out with three bottles of wine.

Feng Shuo raised his eyebrows in surprise and said, "Are you going to give it to me?"

The old man gave him a bottle of wine and said, "This bottle is for you. You can run errands for me with the remaining two bottles and deliver them to Shiligang."

Jiang Yanyi didn't know where Shiligang was, but Feng Shuo frowned when he heard the place name.

The old man said, "The soldiers guarding there can't eat a hot meal for ten days or half a month. They eat cold buckwheat cakes every day. In such a cold weather, they can't warm up without drinking some wine."

Feng Shuo didn't say anything and took the three bottles of wine.

The old man said to Jiang Yanyi again, "I will deliver the wine and drinks that you ordered in a few days."

His place was remote, and Jiang Yanyi was afraid that it would be inconvenient for him to deliver the wine and drinks, so he said, "Give me a date, and I will directly ask someone to deliver it, so you don't have to bother."

The old man smiled and said, "No trouble, I just happened to go into the city to steal a door."

Jiang Yanyi just thought that the old man was an old friend in Xizhou City, but when Feng Shuo heard his words, something flashed quickly in his eyes.

To get to Shiligang, they had to go a distance to the suburbs. The two of them rode away from Meilin and passed a village. Along the way, there were low houses made of loess. It was difficult to see people outside. Even if there were children playing outside, they were all thinly dressed, pale and thin, almost skinny, and they rolled a snowball and put it in their mouths to chew.

Seeing them riding by, most of the children timidly avoided them.

Jiang Yanyi thought that the families he had seen in the south of the city before were already poor enough. When he saw this village, he realized that he still thought too lightly of the sufferings of this world.

Feng Shuo sat behind her. Jiang Yanyi couldn't see what kind of expression he had on his face. She only heard his voice, which was a little low, "These people have a hard life without war. Now that the world is in chaos, they don't know how to live."

Xizhou is a poor place. The prosperity of the main city is only comparable to some small towns in other states. The poverty of the villages in the suburbs is engraved in their bones. It can't be changed overnight.

Feng Shuo was silent all the way.

Shiligang is behind the village. From a distance, you can see a brazier burning on the sentry tower. The roof of the thatched shed is covered with a thick layer of snow. Because of the brazier, the rising heat melted a ball of snow, revealing the withered thatch.

Two sentinels stood on the sentry tower with their necks hunched. They saw them approaching on horseback from a distance. They raised their bows and arrows and shouted something. Feng Shuo made a gesture and the two sentries put down their bows and arrows. There was

also a fire burning under the sentry tower. Three sentries huddled together with their arms folded. There was a pot above the fire, and snow was boiling in the pot. It was freezing cold and the lake was frozen. If they wanted to drink water

, they could only melt the snow. One of the sentries was flipping something like a pancake in the fire. It was unclear whether it was burnt or the pancake was originally black. The sentry handed the baked pancake to his two companions. They didn't mind that it was covered with charcoal ash. They chewed it whole and swallowed it.

Feng Shuo got off the horse alone and went over with the wine jar.

The sentinels were the lowest-ranking soldiers. They had no chance to meet Feng Shuo and did not recognize him. They had seen him sign language before, which was used for military communication, so they only thought he was a junior general.

When Feng Shuo handed over the three jars of wine, the sentinel leader said happily, "Didn't you only buy two jars?"

Feng Shuo patted him on the shoulder and said, "The remaining jar is a gift to you. Don't drink too much and make mistakes."

The sentinel leader gritted his teeth in fear, holding his dirty armor and cotton robe, and said, "Don't worry, young general. We brothers have to rely on these jars of wine to warm ourselves at night this month. If Just drink as much as you can, or you'll freeze to death here the next night."

Feng Shuo frowned when he heard him say that, and asked, "Is there enough military rations?"

The sentry who was baking cakes replied, "There is enough rations, but the coarse buckwheat cakes have been left for too long and are as hard as rocks. They need to be baked in the fire before they can be eaten."

They talked very loudly, and Jiang Yanyi could hear them clearly on horseback.

She also saw the black cakes baked by the sentinels. When she picked them up from the ash pile, they were burnt like nothing.

In such severe cold weather, eating something hot and scalding would make the stomach feel comfortable, but the sentinels guarding here did not have that condition.

When she was looking at the sentry tower, several sentinels also looked at her secretly from time to time, with a look of pure curiosity without any malice.

This place is remote and freezing, and even hares are reluctant to leave their holes. The sentinels have almost no chance to see the young girl. Jiang Yanyi's awning is large, and her hat almost covers half of her face, but she sits gracefully on the horse's back, creating a beautiful sight in itself.

The head of the sentinels asked Feng Shuo with a smile: "Is the person on the horse the young general's new wife?"

In their opinion, only a newlywed couple would go out of the city to enjoy the snow on such a snowy day.

The word "wife" sounded particularly pleasing to Feng Shuo's ears. He glanced at Jiang Yanyi sideways, nodded with a smile on his lips that he didn't even notice.

The sentinels said with envy: "The young general is so lucky. I wish you and your wife a happy marriage."

Once you join the army, you risk your life for the future. Today you can sit here and eat a few burnt cakes, but tomorrow you may be bleeding on the battlefield. When you retire from the army, they will save some money to marry a family, give birth to a big fat boy, and often be filial to their parents. This is their biggest goal.

Feng Shuo said, "Thank you."

When they went back, Jiang Yanyi asked Feng Shuo, "What were you talking about over there?"

At first, she could hear the loud voices, but later the voices became quieter and she could not hear them. However, the sentinels looked at her several times and seemed to be smiling and talking to Feng Shuo.

Feng Shuo lied without blushing, "We were talking about the border defense."

Although Jiang Yanyi had doubts, she was successfully diverted from the topic. She thought of the burnt cakes baked by the sentinels and asked, "Why don't the barracks directly distribute food to the sentinels in the remote sentry towers and let them cook their own food?" Feng Shuo replied with two words

, "Trouble."

There are so many sentinels. Once food is given, oil and salt must also be rationed. This is not a small project. Moreover, once there is an unusual movement, the sentinels must report back as soon as possible. With cakes on their bodies, they can eat at any time. If they are given food and asked to cook it themselves, there is only one pot. If something unexpected happens, one of the sentinels may go hungry.

Based on the lessons learned from past dynasties, distributing the prepared noodles is the wisest choice.

Jiang Yanyi sighed, "These soldiers stationed in the sentry towers have a hard time." It was hard

to tell whether Feng Shuo's voice was sad or cold: "It's not the time to complain when there is food to eat."

When the Minghan Kingdom in the southern border broke through the border town and cut off the food supply, he and his personal soldiers gnawed on tree bark and grass roots. If he had not had a trace of remaining rationality, he would have eaten the flesh and blood of his dead comrades.

Jiang Yanyi had been in the Xizhou camp for a period of time, and knew that it was not easy for the lowest-level soldiers. As the ruler of a military camp, Feng Shuo had done his best to make ordinary soldiers full, but it was definitely impossible to eat well.

He was supporting an army of 200,000, not a few hundred or thousands of people.

Jiang Yanyi suddenly thought of instant noodles in later generations, which could fill the stomach whether eaten dry or soaked in water.

In fact, in the dynasty where she originally lived, there was also an ancient version of "instant noodles" during the Han Dynasty, which was invented by Han Xin, the Marquis of Huaiyin, and was called "Xué noodles".

It's just a mixture of buckwheat flour and flour baked into a pancake as big as a pot lid, dried in the sun, cut into strips, put into a pot with boiling water, put into a bowl with oil and chili, although it can only be stored for three to five days, it can solve the problem of eating for the three armies in a short time.

She has been in Huotouying for a short time, and there is no war in Xizhou Camp. Jiang Yanyi is really not sure whether there is instant noodles in this world.

However, there are still many inconveniences in the sentry post. In contrast, instant noodles in later generations can be used in such places.

- When conditions permit, you can eat a bowl of hot soup noodles with boiling water, and you can also eat it with buckwheat cakes, which can warm the stomach and fill the stomach. If there are no conditions, just eat dry crispy noodles, and there is no waste.

Jiang Yan thought about it all the way. After returning to his store, while waiting for the soup in the evening, he took some flour and tried making instant noodles.

She kneaded and baked the noodles in the same way as ordinary noodles. She waited until the noodles were almost cooked before she started to stretch them.

Stretching noodles are made by repeatedly folding and pulling double strips: roll the dough into a long strip, and hold one end of the noodles with each hand. The strength must be just right. If you don't hold it tightly, the noodles will fall to the ground and the dough will be almost destroyed. If the force is too strong, the end of the dough will be easily broken. It can be said that it is a test of the chef's skills.

When walking the noodle, lift the noodle with your right hand towards your left hand and let go. At the same time, turn the noodle up with your left hand to make a twist, and then drop it on the chopping board to release the strength of the noodle. Experienced noodle-stretching chefs do this step like performing acrobatics, and can even toss the noodles into several different shapes.

Many noodles are derived from stretched noodles, with 70% folded noodles being large ramen and 120% folded noodles being dragon beard noodles.

The hand-stretched noodles are smooth and chewy, and are in no way comparable to the noodles kneaded by industrial machines.

When Jiang Yanyi was learning to make noodles, the old master who taught them often sighed, saying that in the early years, in any restaurant in the north and south of the country, the chefs in the restaurant were very skilled and even relied on this skill of making noodles to attract customers. Now it is basically difficult to see. Young people who learn to cook all want to learn quickly. With a noodle mixer, they are unwilling to spend hard work to learn these things. The older generation sometimes really worries that these skills passed down from generation to generation will have no successors.

The trend of an era will not stop because of the persistence of a few people, but in his previous life, Jiang Yanyi gave up his job in the big city after graduating from college and returned to the old city to plan to open a time-honored hot pot restaurant.

That was her grandfather's lifelong wish. In different times, a craft has different meanings in the eyes of different generations. What young people think is dispensable may be something that the older generation works diligently for fear of losing.

Her parents in the previous life opposed her because she gave up a high degree and a good job to return to the old city, but Jiang Yanyi felt that reading some books and seeing some people and things did not mean to trap herself in the secular way of life. Reading books and knowing people is just to be wise and polite. She has seen the appearance behind this glitz and still prefers the smoky smell of cooking with a pot and a spoon.

Jiang Yanyi stopped reminiscing, stretched the noodles, rolled the dough into a bowl, and after filling almost half a bowl, she put it in the steamer to steam.

Stretching noodles is more troublesome. If the instant noodles are successfully made, they need to be made in batches. As for making noodles, Jiang Yanyi plans to make noodles in the same way as making dried noodles, otherwise it will be too much trouble.

Instant noodles in later generations, whether fried or non-fried, must go through the step of steaming the noodles, otherwise the noodles cannot be eaten directly by soaking in water.

Fried instant noodles contain very little water, bacteria cannot grow, and can be stored for a long time. The flavor is also good, but the oil in the noodles may deteriorate after being left for a long time.

Non-fried instant noodles skip the frying step and are directly dried. The water content is higher than that of fried noodles, and the shelf life may not be as long as that of fried noodles. Although the taste is not as good as that of fried noodles, it is healthier.

Jiang Yanyi also prefers non-fried noodles when making instant noodles. The reason is simple: oil was too expensive in ancient times!

She opened her own shop, and it was okay to make some for a taste, but if she wanted to make a lot of pancakes, it would be very wasteful of oil, and it was not healthy to fry things repeatedly.

When she was sitting behind the stove thinking about these things, the kitchen door opened.

Qiu Kui got up at night and saw that Jiang Yanyi was still awake, so he couldn't help but come over to see: "Hua Hua, are you still busy so late?"

"Try to make some snacks." Jiang Yanyi smiled and said, "You go back to sleep. I won't be busy here for long."

It was cold outside. Qiu Kui walked into the kitchen with her neck shrunk: "I had a nightmare and couldn't sleep."

Jiang Yanyi moved the small stool inside and made some room for her to warm herself by the fire: "Why are you having a nightmare again?"

Qiu Kui looked a little sad: "I dreamed of my parents and my aunt."

When she mentioned her parents, Jiang Yanyi remembered the paperwork for the household registration that she had asked Feng Shuo to help with. She comforted Qiu Kui: "The household registration documents are all gone. It has to go through layers of review and approval, and it is common to waste several months before getting it. Now that there is a war in the south, the ministers in the court may be busy offering strategies to quell the rebellion, and the household registration issue is estimated to not be decided so quickly. "

Qiu Kui shook her head: "There is no rush for the household registration issue. I live very comfortably here with Huahua, and I want to follow Huahua for the rest of my life."

Jiang Yanyi touched her head: "Silly girl."

The buns were steamed, and Jiang Yanyi opened the lid of the steamer to let it dry. She still planned to make some fried buns. She poured a lot of oil into a small pot, and when the oil was hot, she fried five buns.

The dough was soft after steaming. Although it was formed in the bowl, it became strange after being put into the pot. In order not to flip it too hard, Jiang Yanyi waited until the oil had fried the dough into shape before flipping it with a spatula. She scooped the dried dough into a colander to control the oil.

Qiu Kui had been with Jiang Yanyi for so long and had eaten a lot of delicious food. Now, looking at this strange way of making dough, she had no appetite at all and only said, "Huahua, this sou bing① you made doesn't look very delicious."

Jiang Yanyi said, "It's just the beginning. It's not formed yet."

She lit the oven outside, put the five fried dough pieces and the five unfried dough pieces into the oven, and then began to prepare the seasoning.

Jiang Yanyi cut some meat into cubes, put sesame oil in the pot and stir-fried the meat until cooked. Then he added ginger, dogwood, pepper, minced garlic, cardamom, fennel and other spices, mixed them with lard and stir-fried until fragrant, added salt, and drizzled a spoonful of the prepared soup to enhance the flavor.

The seasoning had a strong numbing aroma, but after all, dogwood was not as spicy as chili peppers, so the spiciness was a bit bland.

Jiang Yanyi dipped a little of the sauce with chopsticks and tasted it. She felt that although the taste was not as good as the seasonings of later generations, it was still acceptable.

Oil can keep things fresh for a long time without spoiling, but the meat she fried was fresh meat, which might not last long. Next time, Jiang Yanyi thought she would consider using dried meat.

The aroma of the seasoning aroused her appetite, but the dough in the stove still had to be baked for a while. Jiang Yanyi was bored waiting, and saw a few lotus roots in the corner of the kitchen. She turned her head and asked Qiukui, "Do you want to eat salted lotus roots?"

Qiukui began to swallow her saliva wildly when Jiang Yanyi was making the seasoning. When Jiang Yanyi asked her this, she nodded quickly and diligently picked up the lotus root nodes and began to peel them.

Jiang Yanyi peeled the okra and the lotus root, sliced ​​them and soaked them in water. After cutting everything, he put them in cold water to simmer. After boiling for a few minutes, he turned off the heat, picked up the lotus root slices and drained the water with a colander. Drain

the water in the pot, heat the oil and sauté the ginger and garlic, add the pepper, fennel, bay leaf, cardamom and other spices in turn, pour in half of the lotus root and stir-fry evenly, add salt to season, add a little sugar to enhance the flavor, and then add some soy sauce to adjust the color. Jiang Yanyi generously added a spoonful of soup to enhance the flavor, and finally added water to simmer and reduce the sauce.

This is to make five-spice halogenated lotus root. After taking the pot out of the pot, Jiang Yanyi washed the pot and added the seasoning again according to the same steps, but this time she added a lot of dogwood. She loves spicy food, so how can she not make something spicy!

Jiang Yanyi made a big pot of five-spice halogenated lotus root and spicy halogenated lotus root. When she sat by the fire and ate and chatted with okra, she felt that this day was no different from the days when she used to watch TV series or read novels while eating Juewei.

When she thought of Juewei, Jiang Yanyi's saliva began to secrete again, missing the taste of duck neck!

When the instant noodles in the oven were dried up, the two of them had eaten enough halogenated lotus root and didn't want to eat instant noodles anymore. Jiang Yanyi put the prepared noodles in the cabinet and planned to try them again tomorrow.

On the second day, considering that Chu Yangui was still recovering from his injury and needed to take in enough nutrients, Jiang Yanyi cooked a peanut and pork bone porridge. The peanuts were stewed until soft, and the pork bones could be separated from the meat with a light bite. The side dish was a plate of salted lotus root.

Chu Yangui did not sleep soundly last night, and he could hear the movement in the kitchen clearly. This morning, he tasted the five-spice salted lotus root with a bowl of porridge, and he felt that it was indeed crispy and refreshing, with an endless aftertaste. If Jiang Yanyi had not said that he was injured and did not allow him to eat spicy food, he would have wanted to taste the spicy salted lotus root that made Chu Zhong gasp.

At noon, the business in the restaurant was good. A diner saw Qiu Kuro eating salted lotus root and wanted to try it. He offered a plate of salted lotus root. However, he did not expect that the salted lotus root would be very popular. Jiang Yanyi had been released from the kitchen, but she had to go back to the kitchen to work.

Today was a day off for the army. Chef Li and Tou'er Zhao came to see her together.

Chef Li and Chef Yao were old partners. One was fat and the other was thin. It was quite funny to see them bickering over the stove. Jiang Yanyi laughed when she heard them talking.

Tou'er Zhao came all the way here just to listen to the old scholar's storytelling.

Chef Li complained to Jiang Yanyi, "That old guy, even though there are no private stoves in the military camp now, many people still run to Huotouying at night just to listen to him retell a few stories. He's really proud of himself."

Chef Yao, with his rich belly showing off, laughed while shaking the big pot, "Looking at the booming business in your store, I think you can even open a restaurant."

Chef Li was not as careless as Chef Yao. He was down-to-earth in everything he did. After hearing what Chef Yao said, he shook his head and said, "We have to take one solid step at a time. Your store hasn't been open for long, and I'm afraid you can't come up with that much extra money. We need to save some money."

The money to open a restaurant is not a small amount.

Jiang Yanyi herself has been worrying about her store recently. Her store is too small, and she has lost many customers. The best antique soup in the whole Xizhou City is made in her store and Laifu antique soup. Many people who can't eat in her store go to Laifu antique soup.

The two stores' clear soup mutton hotpots are equally good, but Jiang Yanyi's store has more variety, a variety of new side dishes, Feng Shuo's poem as a signature, Yao Chef as the chef, and the storytelling of the old scholar is really attractive, so it has always been better than Laifu antique soup.

However, such suppression is nothing to Laifu Restaurant. Her store can only accommodate such a small amount of customers, and the excess customers still have to flow to Laifu.

After hearing what Chef Li said, Chef Yao said, "The money issue is easy to handle. Just get people to invest."

With Jiang Yanyi's current influence, it is not difficult to cooperate with merchants to raise funds, but if the dividends are distributed according to the shares, then when the hot pot restaurant she has worked hard to run becomes profitable, others will make the most money, and she will be busy like an employee every day, which is a bit uncomfortable.

Jiang Yanyi said, "I will think about it carefully first."

The money she has now can expand the store and open another branch. It is really a bit of a stretch to open a restaurant.

If she borrowed from the Chu family, she thought about the character of her uncles and felt that they might get in trouble. It would be fine if she just told Chu Changping, but it would probably turn into Chu Changping helping her open a shop and then refusing to accept her repayment.

While Jiang Yanyi was still thinking about this, Chef Yao opened the cabinet to look for seasonings and happened to see the noodles she put into the cabinet. She asked curiously, "Boss, what is this?"

Jiang Yanyi then remembered the instant noodles she made last night.

She said, "I tried to make noodles, and I can eat them after soaking them in boiling water!"

This was really strange. Chef Yao, Chef Li, and Aunt Guo had never heard of noodles being eaten like this. Even though they were busy, they couldn't help but look over here.

Jiang Yanyi found two large bowls, put the two kinds of bread in each, scooped a spoonful of seasoning from the solidified lard into the bowl, and poured boiling water into the bowl to cover the bread.

The lard began to melt as soon as it was washed by the boiling water, and the fragrance inside also floated out. Jiang Yanyi covered it with a lid: "It will be ready to eat in a while."

After stewing for about three minutes, Jiang Yanyi opened the lid. Both pieces of bread were softened. She used chopsticks to stir the seasoning in the soup evenly, and oil beads instantly floated on the soup.

The noodles were not squeezed by the special pressing plate used in industrial production lines, so they were not curled. They were straight like ordinary noodles, but the taste was not much different. The fried ones tasted better than the non-fried ones. The seasoning package used dogwood instead of chili peppers, which was a little disappointing to Jiang Yanyi, but the taste was acceptable.

Chef Li and Chef Yao were experts in cooking. It was the first time for them to see noodles that could be eaten by just soaking them in boiling water. They were really curious. They also picked up wooden chopsticks to taste them. After looking at each other, they were speechless for a long time.

Jiang Yanyi didn't think the accident was that serious, but seeing the two people's expressions, he couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

Chef Li didn't answer, but picked up the unsoaked bread in the cabinet, put it under his nose to smell it, and then broke off a small piece to taste.

He asked Jiang Yanyi, "Can the soba you made be eaten dry?"

Jiang Yanyi nodded, "You can eat it dry, it's all steamed in a pot, but the taste may not be as good as soaked."

Chef Yao was surprised and said, "Boss, I have never seen this noodle cake in my life."

Compared with Chef Yao's joy, Chef Li was much more reserved. After all, he worked in the military camp and had seen all kinds of storms. He was in charge of hundreds of people under him on weekdays, and he had a sense of authority.

Chef Li didn't say anything, and Jiang Yanyi was really a little uneasy.

After a while, he nodded and praised, "Your noodle cake is interesting. It is convenient to eat it dry or soaked in water."

Jiang Yanyi thought to himself that it was called "instant noodles", so how could it not be convenient.

She said, "I saw the soldiers in a sentry tower on the outskirts of the city eating cold buckwheat cakes. I learned that they couldn't have a hot meal for ten days or half a month, so I came back and tried to make this kind of sou bing."

Chef Li had just tasted the instant noodles she made and knew that the ingredients were all refined flour. He shook his head and said, "Now that there is a war in the south, food and grass are scarce. The soldiers in the camp are eating buckwheat porridge. It is impossible to make sou bing with such refined flour to supply all the soldiers. But I can go back and report to the generals in the camp and see how they respond. If it is feasible, I will buy this recipe from you."

Since she was doing something for the military camp, Jiang Yanyi didn't think about the money. She "Why would I need money to buy it? I can just tell you, Master."

Chef Li said with a fierce face, "Girl, you should distinguish between public and private matters when it's time to do so. Do you think the military camp is short of money to buy your prescriptions? I really don't know how you can run a shop with your personality!"

Jiang Yanyi felt embarrassed by his scolding, and Chef Yao said, "Come on, Old Li, the boss has an open-minded personality, unlike you, an old thing, who has been whining and haggling all his life!"

Chef Li was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, "This is my apprentice. If I don't teach her, I'm afraid she'll run into an old thing like you who relies on your age to dodge!"

"Hey, you old man, why are you scolding me!"

...

The two of them quarreled with each other again. Jiang Yanyi tried to persuade them to stop, but to no avail. So they had to let the two old naughty boys make trouble.

Chef Li took some cakes and seasonings back to the barracks that day and asked Jiang Yanyi to wait for news.

Before the news from the barracks came, a caravan came into the store to eat hot pot. They accidentally saw Jiang Yanyi making instant noodles with boiling water and exclaimed that it was magical. They asked for a bowl of noodles and were surprised that it tasted good after tasting it.

The caravan traveled all over the country and often couldn't find a place to stay. Sometimes the food in the inn they stayed in was not so satisfactory. They immediately decided to buy more cakes from Jiang Yanyi and take them with them on the road. It was convenient and save trouble.

Instant noodles of later generations are advertised as not adding preservatives, but because the water content in the noodles is low, bacteria cannot grow, and they are kept under sterile conditions, so they can last for a long time.

Because there are no vacuum packaging bags, Jiang Yanyi doesn't know how long her homemade instant noodles will last, so she can only tell the merchant who bought the noodles: "If you find that the noodles are spoiled, you can't eat them."

The rich businessman seemed to hear a joke, "The store owner said that, we are not stupid."

Jiang Yanyi was a little embarrassed. In this era without the concept of food expiration date, people judge whether food is edible by looking at the color change and smelling the smell. During famine and chaos, no one cares about these things, after all, people would snatch tree bark and grass roots.

She sealed the noodles with oil paper, and put the condiments solidified with lard in a covered bamboo tube to avoid bumping into them on the road.

In the next few days, the craze caused by instant noodles far exceeded Jiang Yanyi's imagination. Almost any traveler on the road was willing to buy a piece of noodles. Since her seasoning could only be sold in bamboo tubes, it was not affected, because many people found that scooping a spoonful of seasoning oil and using it for stir-frying or cooking noodles tasted quite good.

For a time, both bread and seasoning oil were in short supply.

Jiang Yanyi felt like she had opened the door to a new world—mosquito legs were also meat, so she could mass-produce noodles or sell bibimbap sauce.