Chapter 158: The Hawker's Life

The scents I smell are filtered. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There are hundreds of layers of defense shields near the surface of the skin, one of which will absorb all the odor factors into the carry-on space, and after research and analysis, the same gas will be recreated, and the harmless ones will be released in the other layer of energy shields...... Prevent things that I don't know from invading my body (what I smell is made by myself, and it is naturally the safest).

The pheromones of the second stupid girl are quite compatible with me.

Her scent is harmless to me, it is a complete replica...... It smells pretty good.

I'm now interested in playing with her, "the involuntary proximity that she can't refute...... Just like she dressed as a man, I tried to turn her into a brother who bathed with me.

This kind of play is not right for people.

Only the person concerned was unwilling, but she dug a hole by herself, plus she was still a little charming...... It's fun to play.

Sniff, sniff ......

When I play the violin, I try to sniff pheromones as much as possible...... Although what I smell is made by myself, it also has to match the scene (of course, she talks about hygiene, and she also mentions the conditions first).

Of course, her face turned red after playing the piano...... Ha, that's an interesting expression (shy is funny).

For the next few days, I was playing a game of hooking up with her...... and "Ershou" no longer applied for assistance in playing the violin (I guess she didn't like involuntary close contact either...... But it's fun to dislike it).

It's the 21st day of violin lessons.

Winnie changed her major...... After learning the basics of violin (without my help), I was not happy to continue practicing.

Her new specialty is food processing...... "Make a wish" to me to make something to eat (in fact, I guess she means to want to eat).

After being given a whole bunch of options as usual, she chose white bread.

So I found her ten wheat plants that were unique to the planet...... Wheat is a non-mainstream staple food (the equivalent of modern brown rice, black rice, buckwheat, etc.).

I explained to her and taught her how to grind flour.

When she grinded out a small pinch of flour the size of her thumb, I naturally moved out 20 kilograms of flour and began the next step of teaching...... She's here to learn, not to really do small jobs.

Grant They made me another 20 kilograms of flour, which was strange but didn't ask much...... Maybe it's because I have too many strange places (no luggage, camping alone, being able to travel or something).

It's their trust in me?...... Trust needs no question.

Or are you used to it?...... From the beginning of my acquaintance with them, I ignored a lot of their problems.

Or are you embarrassed to ask?...... I risked my life to save Grant (he didn't know I was invincible) and risked my life to take care of Plague Grant (he didn't know I was immune to the plague), and then they were embarrassed to show distrust of me (I didn't say, they were embarrassed to ask).

Perhaps, all three!

But they didn't ask, so I didn't bother to say it...... Of course, even if I asked, I would ignore it (I don't care to lie when I tell them, "It's a secret" or "I can't tell you", etc.).

Next, it's time for Winnie's various open-ended baker tutorials.

Let her mix flour in various proportions, and then bake bread of different characteristics (black, gray, dregs, hard, etc.) at various temperatures and at various times...... Let her know that failure is success or something.

Of course, in the end, I will also give her a better match...... Make her happy.

In the days that followed, various planned experiments were carried out.

And the bread tools that pop up every day and don't know where they are after being thrown away (take them out of their personal space and take them back when they are not paying attention), and there are no packages that can take out twenty or thirty kilograms of flour every day for Winnie to play with, and so on, Grant didn't ask about them.

That's thanks to the way I get along with them...... If I don't say, they won't ask.

In fact, there are many questions that I can answer, but I am too lazy to say...... So, we haven't evolved to get along with each other, and we ask the right questions at the right time.

After baking bread for another ten days, I was able to give Winnie a delicious recipe every day...... Oh, and by the way, the first time they ate the bread I baked with my own hands, it was as if they were eating "glowing cuisine", which was really interesting (the Middle Ages, which was of a low standard in all respects).

Winnie can already bake a dozen good breads.

Then the second stupid girl came up with a bad idea: sell bread.

At the beginning, the "second goods" were to give the "experimental waste" (bread that can still be eaten) to the friends they met on the road.

Later, the technology improved, and people began to buy ...... She came running up to her and came up with the bad idea

I am neither for nor against...... She asked for flour and did it herself, and the flour I provided was only for teaching purposes (I wouldn't sell it or give it to her anyway).

In fact, the "second goods" think this is a good idea, and the free raw materials are one of the reasons...... is also the first reason why I think this is a bad idea,

However, Grant seemed to be more interested and provided strong support...... Specializing in buying wheat and grinding it into flour by hand.

So we started our careers as hawkers in various small towns.

At this time, my baker's tutorial also reached a deeper level, such as the hand of the sun (using a special technique to make the hand still hot when kneading the dough).

Along with the career of hawkers, gangsters who collect protection money have naturally emerged...... This is the second reason why this idea is rather bad (the freshman hawkers are mainly dealing with gangsters).

So at the beginning, Winnie and the hawker career of "second goods" completely ran counter to their hopes...... I'm messing around every day, and I can't sell bread quietly to make money, and play happily all the way!

It's also mainly because our stay in one place is too short...... In fact, after fighting the gangsters and paying a normal protection fee, the local hawker's career can be on the right track.

Eh, I think about it from a different angle, if Winnie is allowed to sell bread while running, and the thugs chase after her, wouldn't it be a bit like the "hawker vs. chengguan" in modern society...... Of course, the chengguan is not a gangster, one, he does not charge protection money, and two, he will not beat the hawker to death.

But that chase and escape, there is quite that kind of tone.

So, I started the third course for bakers, "Tactics for Chengguan...... Oh, by the way, the chengguan is definitely not a gangster who collects protection money, I just borrowed the same mode of combat to commemorate the past life, and borrowed the name of "chengguan".

I asked Grant to restrain them a bit...... Winnie "fought" to fail and then came out to bubble (in the name of exercise).

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