The next afternoon, in the afternoon of the county office, at a corner of the kitchen, when the meal was on, the cook with a large spoon roared. The gate of the yard opened, and the officials waiting outside the yard for dinner were flocking in.

Everyone held the bowls and chopsticks in their hands, like a hungry tiger pounced on the sheep, screaming and pounced forward, queuing.

Now that meals are on the way, whoever comes in front will get enough meals.

If you line up to the back, when it’s your turn, you will have a pitiful amount of rice, dish residue, and even no food.

The surging tiger group... Among the crowd, Li Li also rushed forward, but his underage body became a little thinner and was quickly squeezed out of the team, and then staggered and fell down.

Fortunately, the bowl was not broken, but the bamboo chopsticks were removed and rolled a few steps away.

He wanted to get up with the bowl in his arms, but was squeezed down by someone. When he got up again, Li Li was horrified to find that the officials were lined up in a long queue, and the dragon's tail had already arrived outside the yard.

‘I’m still a child! I don’t let me give it up?’

Li Li cursed in his heart, holding a bowl in one hand and patting the dust on his body with the other, and then bent down to pick up the bamboo chopsticks.

He wiped the bamboo chopsticks on his clothes and walked towards the end of the team.

The officials who serve the officials are engaged in the humble "official position", so they are also called villain officials.

Those who deal with aquatic products (fishing, raising fish, etc.) are fish beam officials, and those who guard the grassland are grass clans, those who guard the orange orchard are orange officials, etc.

The villain has no salary, because serving this kind of official service is itself a form of "service" by the people to the government. However, if the government can afford it, it will generally take care of food and accommodation.

However, the dormitory is dilapidated and the location is limited. You have to prepare the bedding yourself. If there are too many people, you can only squeeze to sleep.

The minor official can also eat in the county kitchen, but the kitchen can only prepare a certain amount of food. If there are fewer people, eat more, and if there are more people, eat less.

The villains who served in the government slept in the dormitory where the winter was cold and summer were hot, and they ate coarse food with strange tastes. They had headaches and fever, so they solved it themselves.

It’s not good to sleep well, but it’s already a good treatment to have a place to sleep and have food to eat.

Li Li was at the end of the line, hungry and could only think about everything in order to divert attention.

These days, for ordinary people, there is no saying that three meals a day. Everyone usually eats two meals a day, that is, "morning food" and "night food", one meal in the morning and one in the afternoon.

I can't eat enough at night and I'll be hungry until tomorrow morning.

So it’s not that everyone is like fighting a war. This is really a precept for the strong. If you are reluctant to spend money to buy food outside, you have to queue up here. If you don’t try your best to rank in the front position, you won’t be full.

After all, eating a full stomach is the top priority...

As he thought about it, Li Li suddenly had an inspiration: With that, I can make a fuss about eating!

He had read popular science and said that in ancient times, the cooking technique of "frying" was not until the Northern Song Dynasty, and the iron pot of cooking was the same

Promoted during the period.

Considering that the development of a technology takes time, the origin of "frying" was probably in the Tang Dynasty.

Li Li knew that it was the Southern and Northern Dynasties and the Tang Dynasty had not appeared yet, which means that there was definitely no such cooking skills as "cooking".

‘When it comes to cooking, I can do a few dishes!’

The more he thought about it, the happier he became. Then he remembered that among the things he had seen, there was an inspirational story about the protagonist returning to ancient times and conquering the stomachs of high-ranking officials and nobles with "cooking dishes", and then reaching the peak of his life.

Thinking of this, Li Li was full of confidence, as if he was not that hungry either.

Cooking creativity can be sold to wineries, restaurants in the city, that is, recipes that no one can make but are delicious, and they can be cashed out quickly.

When he finally arrived at the rice bucket and the vegetable bowl, looking at the almost empty rice bucket with only the remaining vegetable residue, Li Li's good mood fell instantly.

The cook who made food was about the same age as Wu, and probably had a son as old as Li Li, so he looked at Li Li with pity and kept scraping it in the bucket with a spoon so that he could scrape more rice for Li Li.

Li Li felt helpless when he was regarded as a weak person, but now he is a thirteen-year-old "general horn" with his figure here.

'But I'll get rich soon.'

Li Li thought so, and took the bowl and went to eat. As he ate, he became scheming in his mind: he couldn't cook the glass, so he could just sell the recipe. This time he made a profit and paid off the debt!

......

A few days later, in the afternoon, the restaurant "Changlai" in the south of Poyang City was noisy, the guests drank big and ate vegetables, and the empty space in the lobby became increasingly empty

The fewer the shops were busy delivering and serving dishes, and they were very busy.

At the door, two teenagers appeared. Their clothes and pants were covered with many patches, each carrying a package, and carrying a basket in their hands, emitting a special aura all over their bodies.

The breath of poverty.

One of them was very calm, but it was Li Li, the little official of Yuliang. The other boy was a little embarrassed. He looked at the magnificent (relatively speaking) restaurant in front of him, looking like he was not confident.

This person is Wu Xiang, a fellow villager of Li Li. Wu Xiang has never been to a decent restaurant because it is not a place where the poor come.

With a meal, he can eat up all the savings of his family, so how dare he come in?

As for Liang Sen, he fished for Li Li in the Po River outside the city to complete the quota.

The guy in the restaurant soon noticed the two visitors, and a young guy came up quickly. Although he knew that they were poor people when he saw the two of them dressed up, he still had a nice smile:

"Two distinguished guests, please come in!"

All the visitors were guests, and the guy enthusiastically led the two of them to the seat and asked what dishes to order.

Wu Xiang had never seen such a big scene before. He sat in a hurry and looked at Li Li nervously. Li Li was still calm and signaled that Wu Xiang would take off the package like him and put it next to him.

The guy was waiting patiently.

Li Li was not in a hurry to ask the other party to report the recipe. He had inquired before that the restaurants in Poyang City should not have "fried" dishes, so...

The critical moment was coming. Li Li was about to speak, but he saw a serving guy passing by with the dishes. He glanced inadvertently and found a copper plaque on the tray.

Dang is a cooking utensil, which can also be used as a tableware for serving food. Its appearance is similar to the round pans in later generations (without long handles), with shallow depth and double ears.

And the copper clay in front of me was filled with hot scrambled eggs.

Scrambled eggs were the most common in home-cooked dishes in later generations.

At that moment, Li Li felt unbelievable. He couldn't say what he wanted to say to his friend in an instant, and a series of questions passed through his mind:

Fry, stir-fry eggs? Fry? Fry!

Are there scrambled eggs these days?

Didn’t it mean that cooking will last until the Northern Song Dynasty? What’s going on? Who made these fried eggs?

Could it be that I ordered takeout?

Li Li's head was swollen and he cried in his heart:

The secret to making money in it is not reliable!

He said that burning sand can be made of glass, but what did I burn it?

It was said that there was only stir-fried vegetables in the Northern Song Dynasty, so what happened to these fried eggs?

I also want to make money by cooking!

Wu Xiang, who was standing beside him, saw Li Li's appearance, said that he was anxious to think of a respect, but he didn't know whether Li Li was going to do anything. The young man was puzzled when he saw Li Li's appearance.

When I turned around and realized, I looked at Li Li again, and felt more and more contempt in my heart: Have you never even eaten this dish?

Despite his contempt, the guy was still full of spring breeze: "Did the customer have a frying chicken? The 'fried chicken' in the small shop was fryed with copper garland and served directly, which was full of flavor!"

Chicken is an egg. When Li Li heard the other party say this, he came to his senses: "Is this fried egg fried...??"

Seeing the young man nodding, he asked again: "It's fried eggs, not scrambled eggs?"

The young man was speechless when he heard this, complaining that this guy had never seen any chickens before and asked, "Cao Chicken? Where did the grass chicken come from?"

At that moment, Li Li actually felt like he was in a desperate situation and cried with joy. He remembered that the purpose of the galang was mainly to fry, and he thought that frying and frying were actually a bit similar.

When I watched the serving guy walk aside with a copper plaque, a stone fell to the ground in his heart: it turned out to be fried eggs, not fried eggs, I was really shocked.

But he was frightened by this and felt that his previous plan was unstable, so he had to adapt to the situation and switch to another wealth plan.

"To be honest..." Li Li said, using his hand to release the package on the food table, and he brewed his words in his heart.

But with a "bang", a sharp knife slid from the package and fell to the ground.

The guy had long suspected that these two shabby boys had problems. Now, seeing each other accidentally dropped a sharp knife, his pupils shrank, he turned around and ran away without hesitation, and then shouted:

"There are thieves who are using weapons to commit crimes!!"
Chapter completed!