The carriages stopped one by one in the open space and formed a circle. The coachman immediately untied the horses and gathered them together to feed and water them.
However, what he was fed was not beans and hay, but large pieces of lean meat, which made Su Zimu grin.
Co-owner of this thing or a carnivore?
No wonder Ji Gongming didn't let him wander around as he pleased. How could he be punished for such an offence?
Ji Gongming took out a formation disk from his arms and placed it in the middle of the camp.
An invisible barrier enveloped the camp, and for just a moment, everyone's nerves calmed down, and smiles appeared on their tense faces.
Su Zimu jumped out of the car, stretched his arms and legs, and it took him a while to move his stiff body.
After lying in the car for most of the day, my whole body felt like rust, and nothing was right.
Taking a flying boat is definitely much more comfortable than traveling with a caravan. Old man Xu arranged a caravan for him. Is this intentional?
Forget it, Mr. Su has a lot of knowledge and is not as knowledgeable as that old man.
After walking around the camp, Su Zimu suddenly realized that everyone was busy, but he was the only idler. Although no one cared about him, no one cared about him. Only Hei Ya cast teasing glances from time to time.
Su Zimu immediately sounded the alarm in his heart, how could this work?
A great man once said that you should have many friends and few enemies.
There is still a long way to go, and we must integrate into the collective as soon as possible instead of always being outside the mainstream.
The question is from what angle can we open up the situation?
As soon as he glanced at him, he immediately had something to worry about in his heart. He strode up to Ji Gongming and said, "Ji Gongming!"
Ji Gongming's originally straight face turned dark visibly: "What's the matter!"
Su Zimu said: "I just walked around and found that I am the only idler here. I can't just idle around all the time, right? So I want to ask the manager for something to do."
After hearing what he said, Ji Gongming's face looked a little better. After all, no one wanted to have more than one loser in the team.
But his attitude was still bad: "You should stay idle, there is nothing you can do here..."
"Because I have no skills?" Su Zimu smiled, "The manager doesn't know what he is doing. Su is actually a cook."
Eh?
This surprised Ji Gongming: "Is this true?"
Su Zimu was full of confidence: "You will know after you try it!"
Ji Gongming didn't care about the others and took him directly to the kitchen counter.
There are more than a dozen caravans in the caravan, and there are dozens of people. They are traveling every day to eat dry food. Who is willing to eat hot food if they can eat it?
Therefore, kitchen utensils and cooks are also essential.
The caravan's cook was dark and strong, with a full beard and greasy clothes. He looked just like Zhang Fei when he was selling meat.
Seeing the steward coming, the cook said hello casually.
Ji Gongming pointed at Su Zimu: "This guy is a cook, let him try it."
"Hey, that's a good relationship!" Chef Wan Xiong immediately burst into laughter, not having the slightest thought of being robbed of his business.
This job was troublesome and tiring, and he wished he could get out of it as soon as possible.
But Su Zimu was in trouble.
It was said to be a kitchen counter, but in fact there was only a table and a large pot with an astonishing diameter. Meat cut into large pieces was tumbling up and down in the boiling water.
Seeing that he didn't move, Ji Gongming became impatient: "Let's do it, what are you watching?"
There was also an urging voice from the side: "Hey, can you do it? If not, don't waste your time here!"
The voice sounded familiar. Su Zimu turned around and saw that it was indeed Hei Ya.
He smiled slightly: "Guanshi Ji, I have to know what's going on first, right?"
"Tell him!"
"Okay!" Wan Xiong folded his chest, "Nothing else, just enough meat!"
"Where's the seasoning?"
"Seasoning? What seasoning?" The cook looked confused.
Su Zimu was helpless: "You, salt, soy sauce and vinegar, you can't just have this, right?"
Wan Xiong still had the same puzzled expression: "What do you want those things for?"
Damn it, what kind of magical chef is this?
"Where's the fat?"
"There are some..."
"Give it all to me!" Su Zimu was not polite at all.
Wan Xiong looked at Ji Gongming, who nodded slightly, and then took out some fat meat from a greasy bag.
Next, it’s Su Zimu’s performance time.
First, slice the fatty meat and throw it into a pot over low heat, then take out a few basic seasonings from your luggage...actually a treasure bag.
Speaking of seasonings, I must thank Bian Yuming.
Compared with his previous life, the cooking in this world is simply a desert, and he has been busy exercising in the past few years and has no time to distract himself from other things.
But Bian Yuming was different. He had plenty of time and was particularly concerned about cooking. Whenever he found an opportunity, he grabbed Su Zimu and asked questions.
If you don't talk, you're wasting time.
In order to purify his ears and save precious time, Su Zimu mentioned all the condiments that he could think of. In the end, he actually came up with a lot of specious things. It is said that some of them even used spiritual methods.
, specially made by an alchemist.
Now he has a lot of them with him, which come in handy.
After the oil was refined, the perilla was melted into sugar, cooked into the meat, and simmered over low heat. After a while, rich fragrant leaves floated out of the pot, making everyone salivate.
"This smells delicious!"
“It smells so good!”
“It smells so good!”
At this moment, everyone looked at Su Zimu with admiration. Hei Ya, who was originally prepared to see how embarrassing Su Zimu was, became silent now.
Regardless of whether they knew each other or not, people on the three floors inside and outside were all surrounded by people talking about it, asking when it would be ready.
Su Zimu responded with a smile: "I can eat it now, but it will be better to wait a while!"
"You can eat it all, what are you waiting for?"
"Let's go, haven't you heard anyone say it will taste better later?"
Some people also find this smell familiar: "Hey, isn't this the smell of Mingyu Tower? I passed by there the other day and smelled it once!"
"real or fake?"
"I've never eaten it, it just smells like it!"
"Hey, Su Zimu, right? What's your relationship with Mingyulou? Shopkeeper Youbian who came to see you off this morning, right?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes were like light bulbs lighting up, and they looked at Su Zimu brightly.
Mingyulou's dishes are now famous far and wide, even in other cities and towns.
Mingyulou is the restaurant opened by Bian Yuming. At first, he thought it was troublesome to choose a name, so he just turned his name upside down and used it.
If Su Zimu hadn't firmly refused, Bian Yuming would have planned to call Bian Mulou.
Su Zimu smiled reservedly: "I'm just a useless person with no talent, what does it matter?"
After hearing what he said, everyone suddenly understood.
If you don’t have talent, it doesn’t matter. But if you have talent, wouldn’t it matter?
There is a lot of room for imagination here. Although nothing is said, it seems like everything is said.
Let everyone make up their own minds, whatever Bisu Zimu says will work.
