Chapter 396: The main crayfish
Zhao Chuanxin shrugged: "I know how to make it, but why should I give it to you?" β
Rachel Kveis rightly said, "Benjamin is your apprentice. β
"Benjamin is my apprentice, and I'm going to make a song for you?" Zhao Chuanxin looked her up and down, looking at her uncomfortably: "Then you are still Benjamin's, then can I share ......?"
Rachel Kweis: "Share a mom with him?" β
With that, she giggled.
"Blanch!"
Zhao Chuanxin was furious, raised his hand and slapped her in the ass.
Rachel Kvis jumped to her feet.
This time it was Zhao Chuanxin's turn to smile.
"I'm not going to talk to you, I'm going to take a shower, my nose is slimy."
Just looking at it and not doing it is tantamount to pouring gasoline on your desire and exposing it to the sun.
Zhao Chuanxin has to admit that now he is easily penetrated by desire.
Yes, he's such a superficial person!
After taking a cold shower, he took out the dirty clothes in the secret realm and stuffed them into the dirty clothes basket, which naturally someone would take to clean.
Changing clothes, Zhao Chuanxin left the villa and said to Benjamin Goldberg, who was in a daze: "Hey, the life of a rich man is so depraved." You don't have to learn to be a teacher, you have to have the spirit of hard work. β
Benjamin Goldberg came back to his senses: "However, I think Master enjoys the life of a rich man." β
"Superficial, naΓ―ve!" Zhao Chuanxin scolded: "That's all appearances." β
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"Okay, don't talk nonsense. Now, let's cooperate to design a model car for the dining car, build it for the teacher himself, and do a good job of experimenting in the town. β
Benjamin Goldberg scratched his unkempt hair: "Master, am I paid?" β
"Fake, you're in the eye for money, aren't you? It's your hateful capitalist father who taught you badly. β
"However, my dad has been addicted to investing lately, and I feel like he's going to stumble. So you need to save a sum of money first, and let him get through it when the time comes. β
"Huh?" Zhao Chuanxin was surprised: "How do you know that he is going to fall?" β
Samuel Goldberg is not alone in his heels.
"It's just a feeling, judged by my vast knowledge and superior wisdom."
This kid has the potential to become a "full-career Wang Yuyan", and he knows a little bit about everything.
"You kid, everything is good, but you haven't inherited the humble character of the teacher."
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Zhao Chuanxin's handicraft has reached its peak.
Don't play the kind of flower work of mortise and tenon craft, elf carving knives, hammers, and nails take turns.
He was squandered wood, metal and glass.
The master and apprentice didn't even draw drawings, and they discussed and worked on it.
Zhao Chuanxin is a strong man of divergent thinking, and Benjamin Goldberg can perfect the details.
"Master, if you want to store all kinds of seasonings here, you need to build at least thirty grids."
"No, it's different from a real kitchen, I will build a workshop to process the finished seasoning, and then I only need to control the dosage and add it to the food in batches, without the need for on-site blending."
This is the secret of the assembly line to produce street food.
It's not so much about concocting food as it's about assembling it.
Everything is ready and the food is delivered to the diners as quickly as possible on the street.
Save time, space, and cost, but also sell in the largest quantities.
"Master, you have the same idea as a genius, I really admire you!"
"Tell me, who did you learn to talk to? A teacher won't teach you this. β
The master and apprentice are, and the subordinates do not stop.
Zhao told him to take him to John Browning.
Benjamin Goldberg said, "Is that the famous old designer? β
"Yes, we are stuck in a bottleneck, and we need to find someone who knows how to break through the technical barriers."
"Okay, Master, let's go steal Master."
"......" Zhao Chuanxin emphasized: "It is an exchange, a fair and friendly exchange. β
No planer, no chainsaw and no worktop, just a fairy carving knife for the world.
The interior of the carriage is being turned upside down.
Zhao Chuanxin dug a big hole in one side, made a window that could be lifted, and there was a folding platform underneath.
By 1907, New York was well enough that gas pipes connected to homes, and even then there were gas tanks.
Zhao Chuanxin decided to make the dining car equipped with gas canisters, but this time he was useless.
When he changed the seven-seven-eighty-eight, a carriage slowly drove in outside the manor.
"Sir, I'm here to deliver crayfish!"
It came pretty fast.
Zhao Chuanxin happily paid the final payment and asked Marcus Nkrumah to unload the goods.
Looking at the buckets full of lobsters, Benjamin Goldberg was suspicious: "Master, what are you buying so many crayfish for?" β
"This is our ingredient, and we will take it to the town tomorrow to sell it. What kind of harvest festival did your mom say the town hosts? It just happened that there were a lot of people and it was sold quickly. β
In the evening, Rachel Cearn didn't leave, and was invited by Miao Cuihua to stay for dinner.
Zhao Chuanxin personally cooked today and took the maid to pick up crayfish.
It's just too much, and the maid looks at the pots of crayfish and feels black in front of them.
Zhao Chuanxin said: "I will take it to the town tomorrow to sell, and if it is sold, I will calculate the manual fee for you." β
Crayfish were cheap at this time, but Americans don't eat heads, only lobster meat, and artificial is the most expensive.
Sure enough, when they heard this, these people were motivated to work.
Zhao Chuanxin tinkered for a long time, ready to do three kinds.
One is Tabasco pepper, lemon, pepper, celery powder, bay leaf, ginger powder, mustard seeds, onion, and salt and garlic cloves.
The other is the small hemp practice that I used to love to eat.
Then there's the grilled sandwich with cheese.
Zhao Chuanxin took off his apron, wiped his hands clean, and said to a group of servants: "Make enough, you take some yourself, and the main crayfish will be tonight." β
The servants cheered.
The fragrance of the lobster meat made by Zhao Chuanxin has long made them overflow.
Zhao Chuanxin took the maid and brought all kinds of crayfish sandwiches to the table.
Miao Cuihua was stunned and whispered, "Just eat this?" β
"Hey, it's not an outsider, let Rachel make do with it, and treat her as a guest?"
Benjamin Goldberg rushed to say, "I'll take one first and taste it." β
He also made suggestions, and tomorrow he will go out of the car with Zhao Chuanxin and go to the town to make money.
Seeing this, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly thought of something, and said to the servant: "Go and clip thirty sandwiches and send them to Marcus." β
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In the era of lack of oil and water, people generally eat more.
But Zhao Chuanxin boasted that he didn't make the big black hungry during this time, and this product is still so edible.
Rachel Kvis took a bite.
The crayfish and grilled cheese are joined together and a long stranded is pulled.
Eat this, ladies are not allowed.
"Hmm...... It's so delicious! "Rachel Kvis has been dancing all afternoon, and she is already hungry." What kind of shrimp is this? β
Benjamin Goldberg rushed to say, "Crayfish! β
Miao Cuihua used chopsticks to pick up the whole hemp on the plate: "Isn't this a cricket?" There are also crickets in the United States? β
Zhao Chuanxin took matters into his own hands and peeled the crayfish for her and stuffed it into her mouth.
Miao Cuihua's eyes were crooked with a smile.
Zhao Chuanxin said: "It's different, the crickets are more expensive than this gold, but if the water quality is almost unsurvivable, and only the cricket tofu is delicious." Crayfish are different in that they can live anywhere and are prone to flooding. β
He didn't have to make a big splash of crayfish dirtier than crickets.
In Lugang Town, if a woman has a baby and has no milk, she will go to the clear river to catch crickets, go back to stew tofu, and ensure that she has milk after eating, which is nutritious.
But the way to eat is relatively simple, so although the amount at this time is very large, not many people like it, except for Zhao Chuanxin, who is not tired of eating.
Just like a toad, others are always puzzled by Zhao Chuanxin's stew of a big pot of toads every autumn, so what's delicious?
Zhao Chuanxin asked her, "Is it delicious?" β
Miao Cuihua nodded: "It's just troublesome." β
"It's okay, I'll pick it up for you."
Rachel Kveis looked at it with a sour heart.
It seems that Samuel Goldberg had never treated her like this.
So she decided to interrupt the spell casting, interjecting, "Ethan, do you have a song for me?" Otherwise, I'll have to repeat the same old tune tomorrow. β
"Tell me after eating, don't you see that I'm busy?"
Miao Cuihua smiled but did not speak.
Rachel Kwis glared at Benjamin Goldberg: "You pick it up for me." β
Benjamin Goldberg: "Mom, I won't, I'm waiting for you to pick it up for me." β
"......" Rachel Kvis simply didn't move: "It's insulting to grab it with your hands like this, or eat a sandwich." β
After the meal, several people came to the courtyard.
Mosquitoes fluttered around the gas lamps, and the grasshoppers died down after autumn.
Zhao Chuanxin said: "I can teach you to sing, but the day after tomorrow I will take Benjamin away." β
"Still leaving?" Rachel Kvis is not happy: "He's going to school too." β
"He can teach the teachers in the town school, as long as he passes the exam. Do you want to learn or not? β
"Learn!"
Zhao Chuanxin cleared his throat and sang: I'm my mother's savage daughter......
A strong Celtic "Savage Daughter" slowly flowed into everyone's ears.
There was a bonfire in front of me, crackling. Witches worship the gods and chant ancient incantations that are empty and far away.
It is like a bard, telling historical stories in the hollow valley.
Later, Zhao Chuanxin's "Woo Woo ......" was sung in a broken tone.
After singing, there was silence at first, and then Rachel Cvis was the first to applaud: "Beautiful, really beautiful!" β
Everyone applauded.
In fact, Zhao Chuanxin sang very ordinary.
But the unstoppable song is indeed a good song.
He wrote down the lyrics and handed them to Rachel Cweiss: "You try to sing it." β
Rachel Kvis grimaced, but cleared her throat.
As soon as she spoke, everyone was stunned.
"We came out of darkness, into this world, through blood and pain......"
Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help it: "Fake, how many Han Hong can you eat at one meal, can you sing like this?" β
She has a good voice and a wide vocal range, like a trill, like singing a long Mongolian tune, which is 100% in tune with the song.
I don't know how much better it is than what Zhao Chuanxin sang.
Rachel Cearn is not very confident in herself: "Is it really possible? So I'm going to sing this? β
I was stunned, and I added more at the end of the month, and now I have a weak heart.
Does anyone know why fever makes it so hard to urinate? Is something wrong?
(End of chapter)