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On the day of winning the laurels, from the afternoon until late at night, "Tommy's Kitchen" was always full of celebratory crowds.

Regular customers of the restaurant heard the news and came from all over to celebrate.

They sent a tall and strong man who was a carpenter to hang the "Best Restaurant" copper nameplate issued by the New Orleans City Hall high on the lintel of the restaurant, and then clapped their hands and sang sang.

At this moment, Mrs. Munro was standing on her balcony on the second floor full of emotions.

"Oh, my Tommy."

"Tommy will be remembered by everyone, right?"

She turned her head to look at Aunt Nanni. This simple black nanny had a smile on her face, but tears in her eyes.Mammy opened her arms and hugged Mrs. Munro tightly.

While Roland was still busy in the kitchen, she shouted: "Prissy, help me send these out—"

Now that it has become the "best restaurant", Roland decided to have a good celebration, and there was no need to make a reservation that night: Sunset Fun Wine is open for serving, various snacks for drinking, soft fried shrimp , garlic roasted oysters, spicy fried oysters... sent out from the kitchen at a high price.

Prissy said with a bitter face, "Miss Scarlett, you can't open a shop like this!"

All the wine and food that Roland used to entertain regular guests tonight will be free of charge.

Roland grinned: "The materials are all sent by fishermen I know, and my money was also confiscated."

Prissy immediately felt relieved, patted his heart and said, "So that's how it is."

This little girl has been with Roland for so long, and she has somewhat managed her mind.

But Roland knew that those fishermen who were familiar with the restaurant were more business-minded. He knew that Roland had just won a bonus, and his next move would be to expand the restaurant or open a branch, so he made such a generous move.

They gave Roland high-quality ingredients for free, which was also a statement. They sincerely continued to do business with Roland, and they had a good plan.

After the joy of winning the prize just passed, facing the check she got, Roland also made plans and planned what she wanted to do.

Originally, she wanted to leave part of the bonus to Mrs. Munro, so that she could keep it for her old age.Mrs. Munro said no, she didn't want to fall behind Roland, and she had to do something for young people who had the same fate as Tommy.

Now she has a lot of money, and she will put it all into a foundation.

This foundation needs to make some investments and have a stable return on investment, so that the foundation can continue to operate for a long time and help more people.

Another question: How can we actually help disabled veterans like Tony?

It is simple and straightforward to send them money, but it is not enough, not enough to help them return to society.

Roland invited Tony and young people similar to him, and asked for their opinions.In the end, everyone reached a consensus, and the foundation funded to open a branch for "Tommy's Kitchen".

The branch is directly named by the main store, also called "Tommy's Kitchen", but all profits are included in the total fund, and subsidies are regularly distributed to disabled veterans.

More importantly, this branch will hire veterans who are still able to work as much as possible, and invite them to work in the kitchen and restaurant, so that they have more opportunities to communicate with people and experience the achievements of work In addition, you can get an extra salary.

Tony volunteered to be the branch chef.

"Ma'am, I really want to be a chef like you, but you see me like this... okay?"

In the whole city of New Orleans, after hearing that "Tommy's Kitchen" is going to open a branch, it is inevitable to have doubts: this branch, it is said that it will hire veterans who have never cooked as chefs, and the taste of the dishes made is amazing. Can it be as good as the old store?

Roland: That doesn't bother me at all.

Don't you know that there is an institution called "central kitchen" in this world?

She no longer cooks as she likes, but starts to fix all the dishes and make them into standard recipes, and writes down how to operate in the recipes. Out of deviation.

Then, she established a food workshop specializing in food processing.

This workshop opens early in the morning every day, and obtains materials from various cooperative suppliers, and immediately starts cleaning, processing, and cutting into pieces...packaged into standard-sized "material packs", which are delivered to each family's kitchen before starting work in the afternoon head office and branches.

When the branch kitchen receives these "ingredient packages", it doesn't need to go through tedious food preparation, just follow the operating procedures on the recipe and cook the processed ingredients into dishes.

Roland even developed a special "seasoning package": these seasoning packages are ground with fresh herbs, combined with the ingredients in the "material package", you can make exactly the same taste as the "Tommy's Kitchen" main store .

The new "chef" Tony of the branch, after trying it himself, even himself was very surprised. I didn't expect him to be able to make such delicious dishes.

After these processes were smoothed out, the branch opened bustlingly - most of the people working in this store are retired veterans, and most of the people who had booked a place early on the opening day to come to join in Confederate soldiers who went to war.

Here they found solace in each other.

Roland witnessed the opening process of the branch with her own eyes, and she was also very moved.

After all, she got help from many kind people when completing this work.

When selecting the site, the landlord heard that the restaurant was opened for this purpose, and generously agreed to reduce the rent; during the renovation, a carpenter who was said to have been a soldier came over with a few apprentices, and he did all the work without any trouble. Ask for a penny.

Of course, the location of the branch is better than that of the main store, and there are more seats. With the blessing of the title of "Best Restaurant" branch, the business is booming and making money every day, which is enviable.

People say that soon, Tommy's Kitchen will have a third branch, a fourth...  

But what is unexpected is that the food workshop has become popular before the branch is opened.

Although there are many restaurants in New Orleans, not everyone can eat out every day. Most of the time, they cook at home and treat guests at home. Going to restaurants is only an occasional activity.

The emergence of the "material package" and "seasoning package" of the food workshop has successfully built a bridge between home cooking and restaurant taste.

At the beginning, some experienced cooks or housewives felt that the ingredients purchased by the food workshop were fresh and handled properly, and they only needed to cook them when they bought them home.

Later, Roland saw that more and more people were buying, so he simply opened up the sale of ingredients and seasoning packets, and even published the recipes, so that those who buy the ingredients and cook at home can make authentic Creole dishes according to the restaurant's recipes.

All of a sudden, New Orleans has a trend of cooking "best restaurant" dishes at home.

Some people even suspect that if things go on like this, "Tommy's Kitchen", the old store and branch stores, will still have any business.

But it turns out that Roland's old store and branch stores are still doing very well: the old store has fun drinks and live bands, and the branch has a nostalgic atmosphere created by veterans who once went to war together.

In addition, in Roland's restaurant, gourmet diners will always have the opportunity to taste some "surprises" that are not on the menu:

Uncommon fresh ingredients, or seasoning and matching methods on a whim, Roland cooks novel dishes as he pleases, and even breaks the boundaries of "Creole cuisine".

And what diners love is the words "whatever you want", so they would rather give up the convenience brought by the "material package" and rush to the small restaurant at the junction of the upper and lower urban areas from various parts of the city.

And Roland's own "reputation" among rich wives has miraculously improved.

Because she worked tirelessly to create a restaurant with a noble purpose.

Mrs. Elsing and Mrs. Meade boasted to everyone that they had been Rowland's neighbors; and Mrs. Merriwether wrote from Atlanta to apologize to Rowland, saying that she had "misunderstood" her before, and portrayed her achievements as Industrious and great, it can be compared with the behavior of women volunteering for hospitals during wartime.

The city government of New Orleans was also surprised by the results of the "Best Restaurant" selection.

They originally just wanted to boost the economy and promote the authentic food of New Orleans.Unexpectedly, the selected "best restaurant" actually began to help them solve social problems.

Disabled veterans who originally needed pensions began to re-employment—they also found places to meet, chat, and listen to music... The Ku Klux Klan gradually lost its market in the local area.

The food workshop quickly turned into a food processing factory, and all kinds of people are employed here, men and women, whites, blacks, Hispanics, Indians, married and unmarried... As long as you work hard, you can always work hard. Find suitable positions here.

One day, Roland met a woman outside the food processing factory. When the woman saw her, she gave her a few fierce looks, and then took off her hat, revealing her dazzling red hair.

"Bell Watling?"

Roland finally remembered this person.

Bell let out a long breath, "It's me!"

"I just came to see how the girls are doing at work."

She didn't say that Roland still couldn't remember. Recently, the food factory recruited some young and beautiful girls.After entering the factory, people have been pointing fingers, saying that they are all "missed girls".

Roland said at the time: Her factory does not ask about her background or past experience, but only looks at work performance.

Now those few girls have done their best and are working hard, earning a lot of money.They have also started to make friends in the factory, and no one talks about their past anymore.

This made Bell very discouraged: "Miss Scarlett, you are really an omnipotent person!"

"But that being the case, there is no need for me to stay in New Orleans. I will go back to Atlanta in a few days."

"We have never dealt with each other, and we are not friends. But since we met, I will say goodbye to you."

"You... are better than me after all."

Before leaving, Bell choked out such a sentence.

"Miss Watling—"

Roland greeted suddenly.

"how?"

"No, nothing..."

Roland shook his head, stretched out his hand and waved, "Good luck!"

She really wanted to ask Bell if there was any news about Ruett Brad, but she was afraid of revealing her thoughts in front of others - so she didn't see him, Roland really... had some concerns, let's say "misses".

As her business grew bigger and bigger, Roland originally didn't care about these things, but seeing Bell Watling this time suddenly aroused her thoughts.

He brought her here, to discover her potential, to accomplish greater things in her.

He himself was reluctant to appear, to see for himself what she had achieved.

Thinking of this, Roland wrinkled his nose: "If you don't show up, you won't show up, so what does it matter?"

After Roland opened a branch store and a food processing factory, she became obviously busy and often needed to run around in different places in New Orleans.

Now she no longer needs to take a rented carriage, but hires a coachman to drive for herself.

It's just that her carriage is still very simple, an open carriage.

The driver was old Henry, a native of New Orleans, and a veteran.He is familiar with every road in the city, drives around the city every day, and takes Roland to places where she is needed.

But gradually Roland began to have a premonition that she always felt that someone was following her when walking in the city.But when he turned around suddenly, he couldn't see anyone again.

In this city, she has many friends and has never had any enemies, but this does not prevent people from trying to harm her by plotting her property and appearance.

After realizing this, when Roland went out every day, she would bring a pistol that Rhett had left for her—it was so small that it could just fit in her handbag.

When it was time to walk at night, she would also remind old Henry to be careful around.

This evening, she rushed back from the food processing factory when it was dark.Sister Nanni was cooking in the kitchen of the old shop, so Roland hurried back.

Old Henry drove across an uninhabited section of the Mississippi River.The sun has completely set.There are no residential buildings beside the embankment, and the light is very dim. There is only a bright moon in the sky, which is shedding silver light on the earth.

Old Henry simply lit a torch and put it on a bracket next to the driver's seat to illuminate the road.At the same time, holding the rein with one hand, he drove the car towards the old "Tommy's Kitchen".

After a busy day, Roland was also very tired, but she looked around and instinctively became vigilant.

Sitting in the convertible, she silently took the pistol out of her handbag, checked that it was loaded, held it in her hand, and concealed it under the handbag.

At this moment, she felt a sudden shock in the carriage, and her body was thrown forward, hitting the board wall in front of her.

It seemed dark before her eyes, and when she looked up again, old Henry was no longer on the driver's seat.The torch he had lit beforehand was still burning, still burning blazingly on the bracket.No one was controlling the horses, and they continued to run forward along the road.

Roland risked climbing from the carriage to the driver's seat, intending to hold the reins first, rein in the horse, and then get out of the carriage to find old Henry.Oddly enough, she didn't drop the pistol, but held it tightly in her hand.

Climbing onto the driver's seat, Roland found the reins.

Following the coachman's tone, she let out a "sigh" slowly, while tightening the reins.

Suddenly, she loosened the rein and shouted "Run!"

It's a pity that the horse doesn't understand human language, and doesn't know that the owner wants it to speed up.

In the darkness on the side of the road, a hand suddenly stretched out diagonally and grabbed the horse's faucet.

It was a ragged white man, turned his head under the light of the fire, and smiled at Roland, revealing his big mouth missing two front teeth.

"Let go!" Roland said loudly, "or I'll shoot."

She waved her right hand, revealing the black and quiet pistol in her hand.

The white man didn't stop at all. He completely reined in the horse, wrapped his hand around the rein, and leaned towards Roland, with an increasingly obscene smile on his face: "Beautiful lady, I..."

"boom--"

Roland fired without hesitation. The distance was so close that it was impossible to miss it. It happened to focus on the left chest of the wretched white man.

Either she doesn't make a move, or she will be absolutely unforgiving.

Roland fired the shot, and immediately swayed to the other side——

She tumbled from the driver's seat, and almost at the same moment she heard another shot, and a shot was fired where she had been.

Roland landed on the ground and couldn't help complaining in his heart: How could a well-known plane become an action plane and a gunfight plane now?

When she fell down, she could see clearly the person coming from behind her. He was also a white man, but he was dressed much better than the one with the bridle buttoned up just now, and he also held a pistol in his hand.

"It's you?"

Roland yelled, dodging and hiding behind the shaft of the carriage.

"It's me, ma'am, you still remember my face."

Yes, the person here has a little northern accent, and his hair is combed slickly. He must have used too much hair oil.

Roland remembered it clearly: this was the one who deliberately found fault with the overlord in her restaurant, the one who refused to eat under the same roof as the blacks, and the one who provoked the fight between the blacks and the Ku Klux Klan.

He unexpectedly escaped the punishment at that time, and waited until now to take revenge.

"For a king's meal, as for?"

Roland deliberately diverted the other party's attention, deliberately rambling.Taking advantage of this time, she had already quietly removed the torch from the car seat, and threw it out abruptly.

The torch fell beyond the distant embankment, and the flame was extinguished silently.

The silvery white moonlight shines down.

This scene was beautiful at first, but now any light is not good for Roland - the opponent also has a pistol in his hand, and her pistol has not had a chance to be loaded again.

No wonder Rhett wanted to leave her a pair of pistols, but she only took one with her when she went out.

She shrank her figure in the shadow behind the carriage, while talking to draw the other's attention away, she backed away silently.

"Haha, ma'am, you have such a good memory. I don't remember that little thing myself-but I know you are a rich man now, so I will trade your life for a little money."

Roland remained silent, and quietly loaded her pistol again from behind the carriage. With a soft "click", her self-defense weapon was able to work again.

The Yankee laughed in the distance and said, "It's amazing that you can kill my companion directly..."

Holding the pistol in both hands, Roland slowly walked around behind the carriage and approached the speaker from the other direction.

"...But it's okay, this person's life and death are not in my plan."

"I don't even care if you live or die. I don't need you alive, just your bag, the brooch you're wearing...any proof that you're in my hands."

Roland looked down at her chest, where the diamond brooch that Rhett gave her was pinned neatly on her chest.

She continued to approach the speaker without making a sound.

"Ma'am, you would never have imagined that after such a long time, you would still fall into my hands." She spoke triumphantly, as if Roland was already dead.He probably thinks that Roland's hand gun is an old-fashioned weapon that is common on the market, and it can only be fired once at a time.

Roland had already quietly turned to the other end of the carriage, and the man standing under the bright moonlight appeared in Roland's vision.

She raised the pistol without hesitation, but suddenly there was a loud "bang" in her ear.

Almost at the same time, Roland slammed the trigger, and the pistol in her hand screamed angrily, and blue smoke rose from the muzzle.

Two men staggered two steps at the same time, and then fell lifelessly to the ground.