Yang Chengzhi was speechless for a while when he heard the words of his best cousin, and he was careless when he ate it, and he could accidentally take a bite of Yandi cake that looked like an adult's fist and a longevity peach.

"Brother Xiaohua, there are a few more, I can't be careless if I give you another one." Yang Chengzhi said with a smile.

As soon as he said this, there was a burst of laughter in the restaurant, Zuo Jianhua didn't care how others laughed, walked into the kitchen quickly and grabbed a piece of Yandi cake with chopsticks, and half-covered it with his hand, as if he was afraid that others would snatch it away.

After each of the old men ate a piece, they all turned their heads to look at Yang Chengzhi at the door of the kitchen, needless to say that several old people still felt that it was not enjoyable.

Yang Chengzhi smiled bitterly, and said in his heart that he had made two pots, otherwise, he would have to redo it, turned around and entered the kitchen, and there was another plate of Yandi cake on each table.

When everyone saw that there was another plate, they hurriedly stretched out their chopsticks and sandwiched their own piece of Yandi cake into their own plates, and a few people sandwiched a piece of Yandi cake, and walked out of the kitchen with the plates, it seemed that they were going back to the room to taste it slowly.

After eating Yandi cake, people looked at Yang Chengzhi with unfinished eyes, as if they were still waiting for Yang Chengzhi to serve a few more plates from the kitchen.

Yang Chengzhi shook his head and said embarrassedly, "I didn't make two pots of Yandi cake just now, and the remaining flour is waiting for tomorrow to entertain guests, everyone wants to eat it and I'll make it for you when it's over in the past few days."

Everyone reluctantly left the restaurant and went back to the room to taste the taste of this rare treasure, and those who had not finished eating Yandi cake walked in front of people with a small plate, and also picked up the plate to show it in front of everyone, and those who did not have Yandi cake wanted to reach out and grab the Yandi cake in their plates.

Seeing that everyone had left the restaurant, and several old men who were still sitting in the restaurant tasting Yandi cakes, Old Man Sun looked at the few pieces of Yandi cakes left on the plate, and his eyes showed reluctance.

Old Man Wang hurriedly pulled the plate down in front of him, and shouted loudly: "Look at what, two pieces per person, you have eaten two pieces, and the rest is a few of us."

Old Man Sun smiled bitterly, and secretly blamed himself for why he was in such a hurry to eat, and now where are people savoring it, he can only envy it.

Old Man Hua put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth, "Chengzhi, can you plant this millet rice on a large scale, if you can, I want to take a look in Huaxia." Several old men stopped their chopsticks and looked at Yang Chengzhi when they heard Old Man Hua ask about this, wanting to get the real result from his mouth.

Yang Chengzhi nodded, then shook his head, and said with a complicated face, "Grandpa Hua, I don't know how to tell you all the time, saying that large-scale planting is definitely possible, but I think most people are not willing to plant this kind of thing."

His words confused several old men, and even the two old men, Liang Yugui and Yan Yongqiang, who were sitting not far away, were also puzzled, they didn't know what Yang Chengzhi meant by this.

"Grandpa Hua, millet rice can be found anywhere, but the yield of this millet rice is too low, and it can be dozens of catties at most per acre of land, do you say people are still willing to plant it?"

The rest of these people heard that one acre can produce dozens of catties, and this meal ate several acres of millet rice, they all felt incredible, and finally people thought that God is fair, and this kind of crop against the sky can appear, if the yield goes up, people will not plant other crops.

However, everyone also wondered, if it was such a low yield, why did Yang Chengzhi plant a thousand acres, and where did these millet rice come from.

"Since Chengzhi's output is so low, how can you guarantee the supply of Yanjing Hotel in the future," Old Man Hua asked a question related to his granddaughter's hotel business.

"Grandpa Hua, you all know that I now have a special set of planting methods, and these millet rice is the result of my actual yàn, otherwise, how dare I let the people in the village grow this kind of thing."

"Then is it okay for you to plant this way," Old Man Hua stepped step by step*, wanting to ask Yang Chengzhi what method he had to plant this kind of crop against the sky.

Yang Chengzhi shook his head, "There are many things involved, if you want to increase the yield of millet rice, you must have traditional Chinese medicine to grow, which is why I chose to plant this crop near the reservoir, because the liquid medicine I prepared can be put into the reservoir, this liquid medicine is not easy to prepare, even if I say the prescription, others can't prepare it, so the millet rice leaves Yangjiagou to plant, and the low yield is on the one hand, and on the other hand, it may not be able to be planted."

Because these people have monkey wine and fairy drunk, two kinds of medicinal wine that others can't brew at all, Yang Chengzhi said that in order to increase the yield of millet rice, it must be watered with water mixed with traditional Chinese medicine, and the people in the restaurant believe it.

When Mr. Hua and the others heard Yang Chengzhi say this, they couldn't help but sigh, if millet rice can't be large-scale, this can be regarded as a loss for the country, if millet rice can be as high as other crops, then China's GDP can at least increase by a few percentage points.

"Can Chengzhi give me some millet seeds, I will ask people to take them back to study and see if they can grow varieties with higher yields", the old man Hua did not give up, he wanted the agricultural institutions in Huaxia to study millet rice to see if they could cultivate a new type of millet rice.

Yang Chengzhi nodded, "Grandpa Hua, of course this is okay, when do you need to talk to me", he said this in his mouth, but he was thinking in his heart, now the millet rice has become like this mainly because of the effect of space water, if there is no effect of space water, even if it is planted, the taste will change greatly, which is the same as the vegetables he grows and vegetables grown in other places.

After the old men left, Yang Chengzhi went into the kitchen to look at the half-used bag of millet flour, looked back at Li Jihong and Tong Mei who were following behind him, spread his hands, and smiled bitterly, "This bit of flour is definitely not enough for tomorrow, I'll find someone to grind a little more."

Li Jihong and Tong Mei nodded, they all heard that more than 500 people from the village will come to cheer tomorrow, this bit of flour is enough for 200 people at most, and the remaining 400 people can't just stand there and watch the play.

Yang Chengzhi went out of the restaurant to find a few villagers, and then took two large bags of millet rice from the backyard cellar and asked them to take it to the mill to grind it into flour. Then he turned back to the kitchen.

When he returned to the kitchen, there was no one in the kitchen, Yang Chengzhi looked at the rice flour bag on the ground, and his heart moved, if this thing is made of space water, I don't know what the taste will be.

Thinking of this, Yang Chengzhi took action, took out a large bucket of space water from the space, weighed it, mixed the noodles, and made a pot of Yandi cake according to the method taught by the old man Liang Yugui to make Yandi cake.

In more than 20 minutes, a pot of Yandi cake was made, and the Yandi cake was basically the same as the Yandi cake just made, but the color of the Yandi cake made in the shape of a peach was darker than the Yandi cake made just now.

The color of the Yandi cake made just now was pink, but now the color of the Yandi cake has changed to bright red, which looks even more attractive.

Yang Chengzhi picked it up and tasted one, the taste was a few points stronger than the two pots just now, he was overjoyed, and hurriedly found a big bag to pack this big pot of Yandi cake, he wanted to take this pot of Yandi cake back and give it to a few old men to eat slowly at home.

He cleaned up the restaurant briefly, and then carried this big bag of Yandi cake out of the simple dining room, and returned to the building, several old men in the living room were talking and chatting with Liang Yugui and Yan Yongqiang, and on one side of the living room, only Wang Haiyan and Zuo Yuxia sat there and poured some tea or something for a few old men from time to time.

Several old men, Wang Haiyan, and Zuo Yuxia were all surprised when they saw Yang Chengzhi coming in with a big bag, because Yang Chengzhi put the Yandi cake that he had just made into a big bag, and when he arrived in the courtyard, the weather was cold, and the bag was coated with a layer of white mist, so the people in the living room didn't know what Yang Chengzhi had brought in a bag.

"Chengzhi, what did you mention", Zuo Yuxia asked with a puzzled face.

Yang Chengzhi made a silent movement, turned his head to look around, and asked in a low voice, "Mom, those people in the family have gone there."

Zuo Yuxia couldn't help but smile when she saw her son's mysterious appearance, "They all went out to see Yangge in the village, rest assured that there are only a few people left in the family."

"Mom, I just made a pot of Yandi cake according to the Yandi cake that Grandpa Liang taught us, and the taste is different from what you ate just now, you can taste it."

Hearing Yang Chengzhi's words, Wang Haiyan stood up and went into the kitchen, took out a few plates, a handful of chopsticks, and put them on the coffee table.

At this time, the old people sitting there drinking tea and chatting also noticed the situation on their side, and when Yang Chengzhi took out the Yandi cake from the bag, the faces of Liang Yugui and Yan Yongqiang changed.

From the aroma emanating from the two plates of Yandi cakes, the two knew that the Yandi cake made by Yang Chengzhi tasted better than the Yandi cake made by their brothers just now.

When Wang Haiyan brought a plate of Yandi cake to several old people, several old people also saw that the color of the Yandi cake on the plate was darker than what they had just eaten, and the aroma was also stronger.

"Chengzhi, this is the Yandi cake you made," Liang Yugui asked, pointing to the Yandi cake on the plate.

Yang Chengzhi smiled, "Grandpa Liang, I have nothing to do, so I tried to do it once, and it became like this, you and Grandpa Yan have a taste and give advice."

Liang Yugui and Yan Yongqiang, the two old men, took a bite of one of them, their eyes lit up, the taste of this Yandi cake was much stronger than that made by the two of them, the two of them couldn't help but nod and stretched out their thumbs to Yang Chengzhi.

"Chengzhi, it's a pity that you don't do the chef business, the taste of the first time you make it is so much stronger than our two old men."

Yang Chengzhi scratched his head, handed over the remaining Yandi cake to Wang Haiyan, and asked him to put it away for the old men as a snack, then turned his head and said with a smile, "Grandpa Liang, I'm just fooling."

Liang Yugui and Yan Yongqiang had a dark head when they heard this, how can they talk This kid made such a taste by fooling around, the Yandi cake made by our two old guys with great effort is not as good as your foolishness.

But the two didn't say anything, anyway, Yang Chengzhi is also the authentic heir of the Yang family's recipes, the things he makes are delicious, and he is also his junior. The two of them suddenly felt a lot more comfortable.