Entrepreneurship in a different world

After resting in the guest room for a while, Wen Rong went downstairs to find Grandpa Gu, "Grandpa Gu, do you have a kitchen here?"

Since I bought something and came back, it is better to make it myself than to go out to buy something to eat.Wen Rong believes that the ones made by himself are more delicious than those outside, but he bought oil, salt and other seasonings.Those sold outside may not have all his seasonings.

Grandpa Gu pointed to the small door at the bottom of the stairs, "Clean up after use, but you will be charged if you use the contents inside."

"I bought it myself. Is there a charge for firewood? How much?"

"This place burns coal, so you can give two marrow coins as the cost of water and coal." Grandpa Gu paused, "There is no charge for tableware, but you must wash them after use."

Wen Rong happily agreed, and put the two marrow coins on the counter.

After a while, he led Ah He downstairs to the kitchen in the backyard with the things he bought.

The backyard of this small hotel is not big, just as big as the patio of a normal house, and it is square. The corner of the kitchen in the backyard is not counted in the overall usable area.In the other corner of the yard, there is a small pressurized well and a small piece of privately reclaimed land. The soil is black soil, and some green vegetable seedlings grow out of it.

It seems that what Jiro said is right, some private people here can already reclaim their own land for planting, and the management is no longer as strict as before.

Seeing this for the first time, Ah He was a little overwhelmed.

Wen Rong pointed to those things and explained them to him one by one.Ah He is very interested in vegetable seedlings and pressurized wells. He squats next to the vegetable seedlings and carefully pokes them with his fingers, and then smells them closely to remember how they feel and smell.

Then he was completely fascinated by the pressurized well, and ran to press it a few times. When the water sprayed out from the bent water pipe, the boy was startled, and then smiled, "It's water! It really can come out. .”

A pressurized well may be more interesting to children than a faucet.

Wen Rong took some water from the basin below and carefully washed his face and hands.Ah He only tried pressure for a few times and didn't dare to try again.What a precious resource water is, dare not waste it.Following Wen Rong's example, he also washed his hands and face, and followed Wen Rong into the kitchen to help.

There are four mud stoves in the kitchen, the ash outlets at the bottom are sealed, and there are several large kettles on them. The hotel relies on these stoves to heat hot water for guests to take a bath.A row of thermos bottles are placed next to the stove, and the hot water is poured into the water bottles.

Wen Rong opened the ashes outlet of one of the stoves, squatted down and took a look at the situation inside. After the air entered, the white-burned coals released heat again, and it was estimated that the fire would start after a while.

Ah He stared at the movements of Wen Rong's hands the whole time, imitating his appearance.The young man was full of admiration for the coal stove, "It's much better than our fire pit."

"Then buy one back next time." Wen Rong said smoothly.

Ah He's face turned pale with fright, "No, no need. 'Iron Thorn Grass' is very useful."

"'Iron Thornweed' is really easy to use." Having used it a few times, Wen Rong agreed with it.Then one can burn for a long time, and the effect is not much worse than two pieces of coal.

"Brother Wen, what are we cooking for? I don't know how to cook anything." Ah He said shyly, "We all earn wheat cakes outside, and cook them occasionally."

The fire pit at home only boils water and cooks cakes, and he doesn't even know how to make wheat cakes.

"It's getting late, let's cook some pimple soup tonight, and I'll cook something else for you when I get back." Wen Rong's cooking skills are not bad. When he was young, he watched and cooked with the old people in the countryside. Yes, I will live by myself when I grow up and usually cook some meals by myself to save money.

"What is pimple soup?" Ah He turned into a curious baby again.

"Food." Wen Rong couldn't tell, what you eat is what you eat, and you'll know when you read it.

He assigned Ahe the work of washing dishes and spatulas, thought about the general process himself, and started to do it.

Ah He washed the pots and utensils to be used, and Wen Rong was ready.He held a large iron ladle in his hand, which contained half a ladle of white flour, and mixed it with water to make flour flakes of different sizes. Ah He could smell a fragrance in the flakes, which he had never smelled before. smell.

"Pepper and salt are added to the flour." Seeing Ah He sniffing his nose vigorously at the things in his hand, Wen Rong explained to him, "This way it will taste better."

"It's the seasoning." Ah He still knows the seasoning.He used to eat it when his mother was around. Some people in the town have these things, and they usually use them very sparingly.

Ah He stood beside Wen Rong, watching him put the washed large aluminum pot on the stove, mixed the hot water in the kettle, put some salt in it, and stirred the water with chopsticks while stirring it with the iron ladle Put the flour wadding evenly into the boiling water.

The flour flakes were soaked in hot water and condensed into porcelain, and white and fat pimples rolled out of the boiling water bubbles.

Ah He couldn't control his saliva, and swallowed several mouthfuls vigorously.

This is pimple soup.

Half a scoop of flour boiled a large pot of pimple soup, and the aroma of flour mixed with salt and pepper lingered in the small kitchen for a long time.

Just before taking it off the stove, Wen Rong put some oil and soy sauce in it, and stirred it with a large spatula. The original aroma was enhanced with the aroma of sauce, and Ah He couldn't help but wiped his mouth.

"Yes, have you eaten?" His voice was full of saliva.

"I'll take the pot, you take the bowls and chopsticks, be careful not to break them."

The two entered the front from the backyard, just in time to meet the group of big guys from last time, and they also came back from work.

One of the strongest burly men kept sniffling, "What smells so good?"

Wen Rong saw that they followed the smell and set their eyes on his hands, showing a smiling face, "We cooked the dinner..."

The strong man stepped forward and lifted the lid of the pot without avoiding suspicion at all, "pimple soup? You put a lot of seasoning, right?"

"Salt, pepper and soy sauce."

"It smells so good!" The other party swallowed without concealing, "Ah Jun, let's make this and eat instead of wheat cakes."

Wen Rong waited for the other party to put down the lid of the pot, and went upstairs with the pot.It's not that he's stingy, it's just such a pot, it's probably enough for a few of them to eat, and if it's not enough for others, it's only enough for the other party to taste.

A young and fiery voice came from behind, "You have the money to buy so many kinds of seasonings? Eating wheat cakes, boiled and salted is similar to that."

"Not even close……"

After closing the door to isolate the voices of the big men, Wen Rong and Ah He behind him breathed a sigh of relief.

The three children jumped off the bed and ran to meet them.

"Is it boiled wheat cake?" It was Jiro who asked the question.He would be very happy if it was boiled wheat cakes. He likes boiled wheat cakes the most, and he can eat them full.

"It's pimple soup." Ah He was a little proud, "Brother Wen made it, it's delicious."

"Pump soup!" The children showed great interest.It tastes delicious when I hear the name.

They sat down on the floor under the window, Wen Rong distributed bowls and chopsticks to each of them, opened the lid of the pot, and served them rice starting from the youngest Dabao.

The lid of the pot was opened, and the children expressed their joy with screams.

"It smells so good!" Jiro swallowed desperately.

"Fragrant!" Dabao echoed.

"Ah!" This is A Miao, and he is wiping his mouth alternately with his two small hands.

Wen Rong served everyone a bowl fairly, and there was still more than half of the pot left.It looked like it was enough for each of them to have two bowls, and there was still plenty to spare.

"Let's eat!" As the only adult, Wen Rong was very happy with the polite behavior of the children - they didn't start eating right away and only cared about themselves, but waited for him to sit down and speak.

After Wen Rong finished speaking, Jiro couldn't wait to pick up the bowl, but put it back on the ground because it was too hot, so he had to bend over and breathe anxiously on the pimple soup inside, sticking out his tongue to lick it from time to time.

Ahe Amiao is in a similar situation to him.

Dabao waited for a while, and after seeing the condition of the three children, he chose not to touch the bowls with his hands, and directly knelt on the floor to blow.

Knowing that he still can't use chopsticks, Wen Rong hugged him in front of him, took out a small spoon, which he bought when buying second-hand daily necessities at the second-hand goods stall, and scooped a layer along the side of the bowl with the small spoon The batter on the top was sent to Dabao's mouth, the little guy swallowed it in one mouthful, and narrowed his eyes with a smile.

None of the children cared about talking, and now they only cared about eating.

After taking several bites in a row, someone raised his head and smashed his lips, "It's delicious! It's so delicious!!"

It was Jiro who spoke.He learned the word delicious from TV, and he felt that using this word could better express his feelings at the moment.

"Really, it's delicious." Ah He also raised his head, "Beautiful, delicious." He imitated Jiro's vocabulary.

"Ahhh——" A Miao still had some unswallowed batter in her mouth, and she couldn't bear to spit out the hot tears, so she swallowed them raw.

"Silly boy! Eat slowly, there are so many more." Wen Rong leaned over and pinched A Miao's reddened mouth, and looked inside.

Not serious, no skin burns.

A Miao nodded obediently with red eyes, but the movements of her hands were not slow at all.

Wen Rong sat back in his original position and wanted to continue feeding Dabao, but Dabao took the small spoon from his father and learned to feed himself.

He is a big brother, and he can't let his father feed him.

Seeing them eating happily, Wen Rong picked up his own bowl and drank it slowly.

Jiro and A Miao finished a bowl first, then Wen Rong signaled them to fill it up by themselves, "Don't worry, there's still a lot, enough to fill you up."

Jiro glanced at how much was left in the pot, and was not polite.He worked today and this is the pay.

Wen Rong and Ah He ate two bowls, Jiro and A Miao ate three bowls at once, and Dabao ate one and a half bowls.In the end, there was only half a bowl left, and Wen Rong poured them into Ah He's bowl, "Eat it!" The child only filled a spoonful of the second bowl for himself, pretending he didn't know.