At this moment, looking at such a large vibrant vegetable garden in front of him, Bao Jixiang was eager to try.

This Chinese cabbage is delicate and pleasant, stir-fried with a little lard, and a little salt, it is fresh enough.

This fat winter melon is good for stewed soup.

This green cucumber is very delicate and lovely, and you can use it to shoot the cucumber with a knife!

……

Bao Jixiang walked while arranging the vegetables in his sight, and from time to time he picked one down to taste, nodding while tasting.

Shen Yizhi smiled and followed behind, didn't bother him, and introduced him when he asked.

"Why haven't I seen this red fruit?"

"It's called a tomato? Did you come from overseas? Fan, Gentile also, this name is also appropriate. ”

Actually, no, the seeds were bought from the grocery store by Shen Yizhihua points.

"Can you eat it?" Mr. Bao is most concerned about this.

Shen Yizhi smiled secretly, feeling that he and Nian Nian must have a lot in common, and he could let Nian Nian accompany him another day, and keep the old man happy.

"You can eat it, you can taste it."

Shen Yizhi took one off, performed a cleaning technique, and handed it over.

Bao Jixiang took a bite, "Well, it's sweet and sour, it's okay." ”

By the time they finished walking around the vegetable garden, the vegetable baskets in their hands were already full.

Next, the two went to the farm again.

Not far from the vegetable garden, a pond that used to be a pond has been filled in with earth and a farm has been built.

Although it has only been built for a few days, it is already very large-scale.

There are chickens, ducks, geese, cows, sheep, pigs and so on, and the people who take care of the farm are some elderly people recruited by Shen Yizhi from the village.

There is a fixed working time for the farm, and they don't have to be exposed to the wind and sun, and they are used to serving these livestock, and most importantly, they are paid every month!

Two taels of silver a month, and there are all kinds of festival red envelopes during the New Year's holidays.

The old people are happy to come to the job and rush to apply for the job.

But a farm can't have so many employees, right? Naturally, there were some unsuccessful candidates.

The old man who lost the election was very disappointed.

Shen Yizhi comforted them, there are more opportunities to work in the future, and they will be given priority when the time comes!

Her current status in the hearts of the villagers is more arrogant, and she may be more authoritative than the emperor. One sentence calmed everyone.

And those who are admitted work the farm, and they have to find work if they don't have a job.

So although it is a farm, it is cleaned up, and it is comfortable to look at.

Bao Jixiang thought he was in the wrong place at first.

However, it is now broad daylight, and the livestock on the farm are let out to roam freely.

A chicken in a cage and a free free-range chicken, the taste is absolutely different.

Therefore, Shen Yizhi pursues a free-range policy, allowing employees to take their livestock out as much as possible during the day.

In this way, the meat of the livestock will taste good.

After Bao Jixiang learned about her philosophy, he deeply agreed.

"This is the same as raising children, why do those children of rich and noble families get sick at every turn? Wow wow cry when you fall? It's not that there's less exercise. Those free-range children in the countryside are different, and they are very solid. ”

Shen Yizhi can only agree with half of this, children's exercise is exercise, but they can't be completely free-range, and nothing can be learned.

Anyway, she hadn't checked Qingbao's schoolwork for a while, so she had to do a spot check at night.

Qingbao and Niannian, who were sweating profusely with their friends, didn't know that they were already "in trouble".

There is egg fried rice in the three dishes of the competition, so eggs are indispensable.

Shen Yizhi originally wanted to say that he would let someone come directly with a basket of eggs, but Bao Jixiang refused to let him and insisted on touching the eggs by himself.

The eggs in the chicken coop have long been touched by the staff.

If the old man wants to touch it, he can only try his luck in the place where the chickens often visit.

Shen Yizhi naturally has no opinion, picking up eggs is also a kind of fun.

In order not to let this happiness be discounted, she didn't open her divine sense to cheat, but picked up the grass one by one to find the past.

Luckily, she found an egg in the grass a short time later.

"Don't move, let me come!" Bao Jixiang saw it sharply, rushed over at a speed that was completely inconsistent with his age, picked up the egg, and put it in the basket preciously.

Then he gave her a smug look.

Shen Yizhi: "......"

It's good that you're always happy.

She doesn't care about an old child.

In the end, the eggs were picked up, the chickens were also caught, and the two returned to the kitchen of Mingyue Restaurant with a full load and began to cook.

Shen Yizhi did not use Chang Burning Ding, but the same firewood stove as Bao Jixiang.

The ingredients are the same, the tools are the same, the seasonings are the same, and the taste of the final dish is only related to one factor.

That's cooking.

Simmering chicken soup is a delicate job, and there is no hurry.

However, the two dishes of stir-fried shredded pork with green pepper and egg fried rice are made quickly.

Shen Yizhi invited He Bujian and the seventh uncle of the village chief to be referees, and Master Changfeng came to join in the fun after hearing about it, and recommended himself to become a member of the referees.

Du Zhenzhen, who was one step behind, could only become a servant, but she was very unconvinced, and said to Changfeng: "Aren't you a monk?" How can you eat meat? ”

Changfeng was calm: "The donor doesn't know, the meat eater, smoked, refers to garlic, onions, green onions, orchid onions, Xingqu these five kinds of dishes smell smoky, eating will dissipate popularity, damage sincerity, difficult to pass through the gods, so don't eat."

"And the meat in your mouth is meat, which in Buddhism means fishy. The old man is practicing Hinayana Buddhism, and Hinayana is allowed to eat three kinds of 'pure meat', one is that I can't see the one who kills me, the second is not to hear the one who kills for me, and the third is not to kill for me.

"The meat used in the dishes of the two donors was not killed by Lao Gao, the second was not killed under Lao Gao's nose, and the third was not killed by Lao Gao, so why can't Lao Gao eat it?"

Du Zhenzhen was speechless by his question.

The other people present all felt that they had gained a long understanding, so it turned out that this was the case, and they thought that monks could not eat meat.

In this way, the three referees were decided.

Du Zhenzhen brought out two plates of fried shredded pork with green peppers.

Just by looking at the appearance, you can't tell which plate is made by whom. This also guarantees fairness.

It's not that Bao Jixiang suspects that the three referees will be unfair, but if he knows who did it in advance, it will inevitably affect the judgment.

When the two dishes are at the same level, people will inevitably prefer acquaintances to make them.

Two dishes were placed in front of them, and the three of them each tasted a bite.

"How?" Du Zhenzhen is more concerned about the outcome than the two parties.