After saying goodbye to the wretched stablekeeper, Brandi returned home as a victor after a long absence, and a successful trade that gave him the upper hand was a good rehab for his personal self-confidence.

Passing by the butcher's stall and seeing all kinds of fresh meat hanging on it, Brandi suddenly had an idea in his mind.

He paced slowly to the butcher's stall, where the butcher was intently cutting the meat on the cutting board, and the sound of broken bones sounded very good to Brandy, a man who already had a lot of lives on his hands.

Brandy's arrival didn't make the butcher look up, and as he concentrated on cutting the meat, he said, "Welcome, guest, what would you like to have?" I've got a lot of good beef, would you like to take a look?"

Brandi looked intently at the various types of fresh meat on the butcher's stall and asked, "How is the beef sold?"

"Ten cents a pound, trust me, sir, it's a fair price," the butcher put away the chopped meat, looked up, and saw Brandy's face, and immediately showed a very surprised expression, "Mr. Manny, you are such a rare guest, I thought it would still be Miss Ross today."

Brandi stayed at Marty's house to recuperate, and now it is a well-known thing in Valentine, so Brandi didn't ask the butcher why he knew about this household chore, but said, "I just saw the horses at the stable, aren't you close, come and have a look." You just said beef is 10 cents a pound, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Manny," said the butcher, smiling innocently, "but I'm a small business here, and I don't make a counteroffer, so you can't make a bargain with old Carson just now."

The scene of Brandy's bargaining with the stable owner, the butcher was next to him, but he really saw it, Rao was just an observer, and he was sweating like rain when he heard it, and he was very sure that if he was allowed to face Brandy's words, then he would not make a penny in every business he did with Brandy.

Brandy smiled and tossed a 50-cent coin in front of the butcher, who scrambled to catch it, and Brandy said, "Don't worry, the price of a few cents is not much for me, and I will cut a few pounds of fine steak meat for the money I gave you."

The butcher held the coin in his hand, opened his hand, looked at the coin that was still shining in the shadows, showed a sincere smile again, and raised the sleeves that had been rolled up a little more, while saying, "Okay, you wait a while, the meat will be ready soon~"

In a short time, five pounds of fresh steak meat were packed up by the butcher and delivered to Brandi.

Brandi looked at the unexpected proper packaging, smiled slightly, and said, "Although your store is small, the service is quite considerate."

The butcher patted his tight chest muscles and smiled, "Of course, I'm famous here for dozens of miles."

In fact, the butcher only treats Brandi like this, and is basically cold to the other guests, only a little kind to a child like Marty, and at this time, he brags about his thoughtful service, but in fact he thinks something like "Thank you for not killing".

"By the way, I'll ask you something," Brandi said in a deliberately low voice, "I'd like to get some better quality oil, do you have it in stock?"

The butcher looked embarrassed and said, "If you want to talk about oil, I do have it, but I have it made from animal fat, and I can say that it is fresh, but I dare not boast of its quality."

At this point, the butcher seemed to suddenly remember something, and said, "Ah, by the way, I remember, the owner of the grocery store next door likes olive oil, and I heard that he has recently gotten a good batch of olive oil from California, and he is going to keep it for himself, so if you want to, you might as well try your luck with him."

Brandi glanced at the humble façade of the grocery store, turned around, and said like a gossip, "Okay, then I'll go and have a look, you can get busy first."

The butcher immediately smiled with relief and said, "Okay, you go slowly!"

Pushing open the door of the grocery store, Brandi was immediately greeted with groceries

The shopkeeper gave him a warm welcome: "Ah, welcome, Mr. Manny, it's been a long time, what do you want?" I've got it all."

Brandi habitually replied to the boss's welcome by holding the brim of his hat, and after walking around the store a few times, he took some eggs, starch, and some spices and put them on the counter.

"Twenty cents, sir," said the boss, smiling, "is there anything else you need?"

Brandi looked at the owner and said, "Do you really have everything you need in this shop?"

There was a hint of pride and pride in the boss's smile: "Of course, Mr. Manny, this is not the first time you have come to me, and I can confidently say that whatever you want, you can find it in my little shop."

"So I want some good olive oil from California, and I can do it?" Brandi asked with a smile on his face.

When the grocery store owner heard this, he immediately became alarmed and said, "What are you talking about, how can I have such a thing here?"

Brandi smiled and said, "Okay, boss, you don't have to be sloppy with me, since I dare to say this, naturally there is an accurate source, you can give a quasi-word, sell, or not?"

The grocer couldn't get out of the way, so he stiffened his head and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Manny, it's not for sale."

"Ah, so it looks like you do?" Brandi smiled and said, "Don't worry, I don't want you for nothing, I only need a bottle, and whatever price you buy these olive oils, I'll buy them at 25 percent higher than that, what do you think?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Munny, it's not about the money." The grocery store owner seems to have a hard tone.

「50%。」 Brandi raised the price with a blank face.

"Mr. Manny......

「75%。」

"Well......" the grocery store owner finally sighed, and said, "That's three dollars and sixty-five cents, Mr. Manny."

When the boss took out the bottle of clear liquid, Brandi could see the boss's reluctance, because he had almost written the pain on his face, thinking about it, it is understandable how difficult it is to get such a bottle of olive oil in this era when olive oil has not yet been popularized to the table of ordinary people in the United States, although Brandy spent more than the ordinary market price to buy it, but there are some losses, which are indeed not compensated by money.

At home, little Marty was busy lighting a fire on the stove at home, and it seemed that she was about to reheat the leftover stewed beans she had eaten yesterday, when she heard the movement at the door, Marty ran out to take a look, and saw Brandi coming in with a large bag of things, raised her eyebrows, and wanted to say something, but suddenly thought that she and this man were still in the stage of being angry, so she held back stiffly, turned around and continued to do what she didn't finish.

Looking at the little girl who was angry with him with all her memories and a mouthful of resentment that had long been left, Brandi smiled helplessly and said to her back, "Don't rush to make a fire yet, Marty, I will cook today, it may take some time to prepare."

Marty didn't mean to resist, just stared at him with a strange look, and the meaning was obvious: "You can cook too?"

Brandi smiled slightly, showed her the ingredients she had just purchased, and said, "What's wrong with trying it? I'm spending my money anyway, isn't it?"

Marty wanted to say that if something went wrong, it would be her kitchen that would suffer, but she didn't have the ability to express such a complex meaning with her eyes alone, and she still didn't want to talk to Brandy, so she had to glare at Brandi and let the kitchen out.

"Don't worry, Marty, I'm pretty confident in my cooking," Brandi said as she washed her hands, "Oh, by the way, could you please light a fire for me when I need it?" That's the only thing I'm not good at, and for the safety of your kitchen, I guess it's not too much to ask, right?"

Marty gave Brandi a blank look, feeling more and more distrustful of Brandi's cooking skills, but she still didn't show obvious resistance, and it was obvious that she was still curious about what Brandi wanted to do.

It seems to be seeing Ma

Ty has no clear objection, so Brandi leaves her alone and goes about her business.

Marty had nothing to do at this time, and according to her nature, she naturally wanted to watch from the sidelines, but because of that little self-esteem, she could only sit on the sofa in the living room, and deliberately pinned her head to the side to prevent a little shadow of the kitchen and Brandi from appearing in her field of vision.

At first, it was just the jingle of pots and pans, and Marty was really curious about what Brandi was going to do, because in her consciousness, cooking didn't need such a big movement.

Soon, however, the pot and pan commotion came to an abrupt end, replaced by a brief silence, which was short-lived, but in fact, in Marty's personal feelings, it was longer than a year, and she was a girl with a strong sense of curiosity, and if her curiosity was not satisfied in time, her IQ would drop dramatically in a short time.

"Marty, make a fire!"

The cry was like the last straw for a drowning man, and Marty jumped up as if she had a spring on her buttocks, scrambled to grab a match from the coffee table, ran into the kitchen, crouched down in front of the stove and started to light a fire.

When she stood up, she found that the kitchen furnishings seemed strange to her, at least she had never used so many bowls and pans to cook, the steak marinated in salt, white pepper and other spices, the golden egg mixture, and the starch and breadcrumbs on the side, as if the grocery store owner had placed the goods on the shelves one by one.

"What are you going to do here?" Marty finally couldn't help herself and asked such a sentence.

"Ah, my little mute girl has finally spoken," Brandi said with a slight smile as she poured the bright-eyed olive oil into the pot, "Want to know what I'm going to do?" Stay here and see."

"Hmph, don't blow up my kitchen." Marty was now like a hard-billed duckling, she turned her head and looked unconcerned.

Brandi first coated his marinated steak with egg wash, starch and breadcrumbs, and when the aroma of olive oil wafted out of the pan, he began to put the chopped steak into the pan and start frying, and soon the aroma of the fried meat spread throughout the kitchen, and soon spread throughout the room.

Marty hadn't been gone, and as the smell of olive oil wafted out of the pot, she stared at a pair of surprised blue eyes as Brandi roasted pieces of steak wrapped in egg wash, starch and breadcrumbs until golden brown as she watched the scent of olive oil waft from the pot.

For the first time, she knew that steak could be done in the past, and that she had eaten steak many times in the past when her family was still wealthy, but the method was very traditional, completely different from the frying method used by Brandy.

Soon, two plates of golden steak were brought to the table by Brandi, who poured two cups of warm coffee while Marty was extinguishing the stove fire, and added a sugar cube to Marty's cup very intimately, although the poor life made Marty's taste not too particular, but Brandi knew that the coffee with a sugar cube was the little girl's favorite.

By the time Marty was done, Brandi was already sitting at the table, and he invited her to say, "Come on, try it, I haven't cooked for a long time, and I'm a lot rusty, I hope it won't affect the taste too much."

Marty didn't sit down as impatiently as Brandi had imagined, for she was still torn between the temptations of the outside world and her own already fragile little pride, but as her teeth gently crushed the crispy crust of the steak and touched its tender interior, that last bit of tangled was destroyed like a wither.

Looking at Marty, who had completely ignored the image of a lady and gobbled up, Brandi smiled slightly, he knew that he had finally resolved the little contradiction before.

After all, no matter how difficult a child is, it is just a child after all, and it may be difficult to find an example that can provide reference for what a woman will like, but children, especially children in this era when ordinary people are basically short of food and clothing, the things they love are actually similar.

Brandi had struggled for a long time with how to please the little girl, but in fact, he had fallen into a misunderstanding, because Marty was far more mature than her years, he had always regarded her as a young woman rather than a ten-year-old

The child came to treat, and after he went out for such a trip, maybe he saw the scenery that he couldn't see in the house, maybe it was a sudden flash of inspiration in his mind, and the right strategy answer was in front of him.

As for his cooking skills, they are all a little bit experienced in the celibate life of the previous life, after all, a modern person who lives alone, in the case of not wanting to live on expensive and unhealthy takeaways, and not wanting to take instant noodles to wrap his stomach, a little training of his cooking skills is the only way to find someone who can cook.

You ask him why he doesn't just find a good girl who can cook to be his partner? Hehe, don't dream, this year, if you want to find a girl who is willing to cook for you, it is no less difficult than looking for a needle in a haystack, instead of doing this kind of useless work, it is better to sink down and cultivate yourself, and try to find a girl who is willing to be a princess to spoil, but unfortunately, in the last life of more than 20 years, there are many girls passing by, but there is no one who really meets his heart.

Brandi put his work in his mouth and savored it, frowning slightly. The meat is a little old, although it is harmless, but it is a reflection of his substandard; The olive oil is slightly overloaded, so the taste is a little greasy.

Brandi ate only two pieces before putting down his knife and fork. In terms of cooking, he has always been very harsh on works that he does not approve.

However, when he saw Marty's unladylike appearance, he suddenly felt that as long as his work was recognized by others, even if it was only one person, it would be a success.

Brandi looked at Marty with a smile like she looked at her own sister and said, "How's it going? You're not angry, are you?"

Marty put down her knife and fork and took a long sip of coffee, giving her mouth a little room to speak.

"Forgive me," she said, slicing the steak with her knife and fork as if in a puff, "but I'll still be angry if you put yourself in unsolvable danger next time."

"Okay, I promise you, it won't be like that again." Brandi said perfunctorily.

Anyway, when he heals his injury, the intersection between himself and this little girl is estimated to end here, and it will not be her turn to worry about things in the future, but now, having a good relationship with this little girl is conducive to the physical and mental pleasure of his life.

"By the way, how do you make this steak?"

"Want to learn? I'll teach you."

"Really?"

"What else could this be forged?"

The sun sets, the lights and stars are getting brighter, and every ordinary family living in this land lives slowly and leisurely in the ordinary or warm or warm communication with their families.