Many of the small-town tenants travel in groups, and they feel that their plants should be planted together, so as not to be embarrassed if they don't remember the location even if they grow the plants themselves.

With one person, you can also remember where they planted the plant together.

Under the advice of the little boy, Han Yinghe took other friends to the botanical garden to buy dozens of fruit trees, and brought a lot of free saplings to plant outside.

In addition to the survivors who shopped for fruit trees and flowers, there were also some survivors who planted ordinary trees.

They have nothing but hope that these trees can grow a little bit and bring more greenery and hope to this last days.

Fourth tenant: I want to have more frozen food in the self-service store, I want to set up a stall, but there are not many things to sell. If I could have more frozen food in the self-service store, I could use the frozen food to make my own stall food.

Qi Wan took an ice cream from the freezer and sat back in her chair.

There are really not many items in the self-service store, basically what is produced in the town, and what the self-service store will sell.

Frozen food for no reason, Qi Wan felt that this was too unrealistic. She thinks it's best to sell whatever she has.

Don't rely on the town all the time, learn to do it yourself.

According to the opinion of this tenant of the town, he wants to make a stall and use frozen food for processing.

There are many raw materials in the self-service store, and you can use the raw materials to make them.

For example, flour and pork can be made into dumplings or wontons. Or, make homemade mashed sweet potatoes and mashed potatoes.

A lot of things are processed and don't have to be off-the-shelf. Something that is processed by an individual tastes better than something that is made by a machine.

So the frozen food that this tenant said directly ignored.

People who have the ability to make a lot of delicious things can also make a lot of delicious food.

Qi Wan remembers that there were survivors setting up stalls next to the stalls in the town, and they were also buying raw materials in self-service stores and processing and selling them themselves.

Since there is already a precedent, there is no need to additionally ask the little butler to add frozen food.

And now she's going to rent out the 10 self-employed shops so that the survivors can put their craft to work.

Let the town be responsible for everything, so how can the survivors make money with their craft.

"Xiao Qi, do you want to eat a little spicier tonight, or a little lighter?"

Uncle Han was working on a solar-powered rotating stove with a few chili peppers in his hands.

Qi Wan looked at the chili pepper in Uncle Han's hand, and suddenly felt that she was very appetizing, and threw the ice cream stick in her hand into the trash can on the side and nodded.

"I'll eat a little spicy tonight, I kind of want to eat spicy chicken." Qi Wan glanced at the yard, as if she didn't see the ingredients for the chicken, "I'll bring a chicken over, and I'll be responsible for cutting it." ”

Qi Wan stood up and walked directly to the table where the vegetables were chopping, and the void took out a feathered chicken.

The chickens raised in the town are very large, and they are about six or seven pounds. But now the town is so big that even if there are enough specific employees, there is no way to harvest every chicken when it is ripe.

Especially those chickens that run around on the hills outside the walls of the town, it is even more difficult to harvest them in the first place, so that the chickens harvested later are basically about ten catties.

This kind of chicken is an old chicken, and it stands to reason that the taste will be more chai, but this is a small town, even if it is an old chicken, its taste is kept at the best time.

So these late-harvested chickens are some of the heavier and more flavorful.

This kind of chicken sells quite well in self-service stores, and everyone likes to be big.

Qi Wan picked up a knife that specialized in chopping bones, and directly cut off the neck of the chicken.

Then break it down little by little and pull out the contents of it.

Han Yinghe had already gone to plant trees outside the town with his friends, and when he came back, he saw Qi Wan chopping chicken.

chatting that the internal organs on the side were not treated, he consciously came over to help deal with them.

"Sister, the base chief of the C City base just now, let me ask you if you are free tonight, and he invited you to dinner. I said that I won the first place in the competition today, so I should celebrate. ”

When Qi Wan heard Han Yinghe's words, she raised her eyebrows slightly, tilted her head, and hooked the corners of her mouth slightly.

I didn't expect there to be such a thing as a celebration.

"We're going to make our own food tonight, and he's going to invite me to dinner, so we'll have to wait until tomorrow." Qi Wan replied.

Chickens, she cut them all. It doesn't make sense that this chicken is cut in half, and it has to eat other people's food. The main thing is that no matter where you go to eat it, there is no diced spicy chicken.

She wanted to eat this appetizing spicy dish tonight.

Han Yinghe shook his head again and again, and half of the chicken had already been processed.

"Then I'll talk to the base master."

After speaking, Han Yinghe walked to the side of the sink to wash his hands first, and then walked out of the fence gate, but he didn't expect Song Junling to be standing at the door.

"Hello, Kowa. Did Mayor Qi reply? It's not early, so it's time to go to dinner. ”

Song Junling stood at the door, his eyes just looking at Han Yinghe.

Han Yinghe glanced back, Qi Wan, who was still dealing with the chicken, and shook his head.

"My sister said that the chickens are already halfway processed, and if you want to have a treat, you have to wait for tomorrow."

Song Junling looked inside, and saw Qi Wan who was concentrating on cutting chicken nuggets.

"Why don't you help me ask, my cooking skills are also good, why don't you let me help?"

Song Junling doesn't invite guests now, but just mentions his own cooking skills, he has been cooking by himself for more than ten years, and he has already practiced good cooking skills.

Han Yinghe stood in place, just glanced back at Qi Wan, and said Song Junling's question.

Qi Wan raised her eyes to look at Song Junling, only to see him standing in place with a sincere face, expecting Qi Wan's reply, and even making a very lively gesture of stir-frying.

By the way, he gave himself a thumbs up, and the expression on his face was full of confidence.

Qi Wan looked sideways at Uncle Han, thought for a moment, and decided to agree.

It's also a good thing that someone comes over to help. At least Uncle Han didn't work so hard, and there were people who could help fight together.

"Then trouble Mr. Song, Xiaohe, let Mr. Song in."

After speaking, Qi Wan continued to chop the chicken in her hand. She wants to eat spicy chicken, but the chicken still needs to be chopped where it should be.

This whole chicken, except for the chicken wings and drumsticks, she intends to cut it into small pieces.

Small pieces of chicken are more flavorful when stir-fried.

(End of chapter)