The backpack that Huamian carried with him when crossing was indeed a small stationery such as a notebook ballpoint pen used in a meeting, but he was not willing to use it, and this booklet that recorded recipes was still made of the world's paper, but Huamian was really not used to the brush, so he used a very thin charcoal strip instead of a pen.

The clarity of the text on the booklet is there, but it is too ugly to look at, so it is thought to be a children's workbook.

"I'll see, this is... Hemp... Old woman... Beans... Beans... beans or something", the fat woman carefully recognized the recipe information recorded in the flower sleep booklet, but the words on the book were too difficult to read, and there were many typos.

"Mapo Tofu", this is Huamian's favorite dish, because there is no chili pepper for a long time, at this time, I heard her read it out and immediately picked it up.

The fat woman shook it, and with such a strange name, it was impossible to imagine how it was going to be made, or to see if there were any others.

"Longjing shrimp", these words are finally recognized, but what kind of ingredients is this Longjing?

The fat woman took the flower and looked at it a few times, and there were not many words that she could recognize, but there were still many words she didn't recognize, but she thought that this was the exclusive chef of His Highness Eleventh after all, and there was something special about it, so she looked at it seriously.

Huamian on the side was a little embarrassed at this time, typing on the keyboard all the year round, and almost forgot the feeling of handwriting, plus the charcoal strips used instead of pens, some words even she couldn't recognize.

After reading this recipe, the fat woman respectfully returned to Hua Mian, determined not to mix with the food of His Royal Highness Eleven, and still asked the ordinary chef to come much simpler.

Hua Mian didn't think much about the other party's decision to give up cooperating with him so happily, and took Xiaocui to the kitchen after cleaning up the ingredients for dinner.

I didn't expect this post house to be built strangely, even the layout of the kitchen is strange, not so much the kitchen is more like a semi-open canteen, and it looks a bit like a university cafeteria in that world.

"There are only so many people in this village, how can there be such a big kitchen? It looks like our old maid's canteen."

Hearing Xiaocui say this, Hua Mian also reacted, whether it is from the number of rooms or the area of the courtyard to the canteen in front of him, it is too abnormal, it is not reasonable to say that it has been used, but what about those who use it?

The fat woman led the chefs of the mission to the kitchen, pointed to the room behind the stove and said, "That is our food store, you can take it yourself, the firewood and grass here on the stove have been added, if there is any need you can ask at any time, then I will help you make it according to what I just said."

While they were still discussing what to cook, Hua Mian had already entered the room where the ingredients were stored, and as expected, the main dishes were mountain goods, and the other fish and meat were mostly air-dried and easy to store.

"I'm afraid it's not easy to soak now", Hua Mian pinched the dried fish at hand, this hardness can be used as a lethal weapon, and now tell them that they can use the ingredients here, isn't it embarrassing?

But the other party has invited them like this, and if they don't need it at all, they will look a little contemptuous.