The sky was still dark, and in the small bluestone kitchen, the stove was pressed small, and in the clay pot above, the rice soup was gurgling up, and a little rice fragrance slowly came out.

Lin Yan didn't care about it, and occasionally stirred it to prevent it from sticking to the outside of the pot, so he let it simmer.

She looked up at the sky, then at the jumping flames in the hearth, and couldn't help but start.

She Lin Yan, the youngest national first-class chef, was still busy in the kitchen one second, and the next second she traveled to a barbaric era that was not even recorded in the history books.

I don't know if the body she wears is considered a child daughter-in-law, the original owner is only thirteen, also called Lin Yan, she has just married into the Shen family for only two months, and her cheap husband Shen Jingan is only fifteen, fortunately they don't live in the same house, so Shen Jing'an didn't find out that this body has changed the core here.

I want her to learn to cook wholeheartedly, and I haven't even seen a few men, but once I crossed over, I even had a father-in-law, and I was still a little sick man who owed a lot of debts, and yesterday a group of people who wanted debts rushed into the shop and smashed it, and the original body blocked it for her mother-in-law, so she had the opportunity to cross.

Lin Yan was unhappy, but he had to try to earn money to survive first, and after a long sigh, Lin Yan got up and continued to be busy.

Her small body wandered around in the kitchen, and after a while, she turned out a small bag of beans, opened it to see that it was still red beans, and saw that there was still a little sugar in the small clay pot on the side, so she happily washed the red beans and soaked them.

Turning around, he checked the remaining flour in the bag again, estimated the weight, and touched it enough, and then went out and opened the door of the shop next door.

The door of the shop had not moved for a long time, and when the door was pushed, a puff of dust rushed to her face, choking her and coughing violently.

She coughed, and the shop opposite also opened the door, stared at her for a while, and saw Lin Yan take down the sign hanging on the door, and couldn't help but call out curiously: "Little lady Lin, your shop is not for sale?" ”

Lin Yan turned her head and happened to see a glimmer of light lit up from afar, she smiled at him and squinted: "Don't sell it, thank you Uncle Wang for helping to say good things yesterday, otherwise I would have to call them to death." ”

Speaking of yesterday's incident, Uncle Wang couldn't help but sigh a long sigh: "If you don't sell this shop, those people will definitely not agree, but I'm afraid that I will have to come again in two days." If you want me to say that your milk is really ...... Look at how good you are at studying, you are an official, and you don't know where to go, and you only protect the unsuccessful, put all the debts on you, and ask you to sell the shop, as well as your mother's ......"

This is not something she can interject, Lin Yan just laughed, and turned around and went in under the pretext that the shop had not been open for too long and had to be cleaned.

Entering the door and looking at the Tao Weng with the gap, Lin Yan felt sad.

Indeed, as Uncle Wang said, whether this shop can continue for a long time depends on whether the family's debts can be paid off.

As soon as he mentioned this, Lin Yan felt mysterious.

Her sick and weak husband is still studying, her mother-in-law is weak and unable to take care of herself, and her grandmother is a vicious eccentric.

Eccentric eyes don't miss family affection, her father-in-law owes so much debt for treatment, she doesn't want to help pay off the debt, and stares at the only remaining shop in her family all day long, thinking that she wants this shop to make a lot of money for her other grandson.

While thinking about these things, Lin Yan cleaned the entire shop with his hands and feet, steamed the beans that had been soaked in the morning, and began to mix noodles again.

There were a lot of noodles, and Lin Yan was thinking that the beans were not enough, and he happened to hear the door in the house open, so he reconciled the noodles and put them aside to wake up, washed his hands and went out, and stretched out his hand to the young minister who had just gotten up: "You...... Lend me some money? ”

Shen Jing'an got up when he heard the movement of the shop, it was not yet dawn, he glanced at the shop, and knew that Lin Yan wanted to open the shop. But he was also a little worried, and couldn't help but look at Lin Yan's head: "Does your injury still hurt?" ”

Lin Yan couldn't help touching the back of his head, hissed in pain, and shook his head again and again: "It doesn't hurt, it's already better." ”

Where does this look like it doesn't hurt?

Shen Jing'an felt guilty, and saluted her heavily: "Thanks to you yesterday." ”

took out the money again: "This is the money given by the bookstore yesterday, how much do you need, I will copy more in the next few days." ”

Lin Yan knew that Shen Jing'an thanked her because the original owner protected his mother yesterday and didn't let those debt collectors beat his mother.

He went out to the bookstore yesterday, and he can't be blamed for this, but it is also true that the original owner protected his mother and hit his head and paid for his life.

Looking at the money in his hand again, he actually had nearly half a penny, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that copying books was really good to make money, and he counted half of it, and gave the rest to him: "You still have to buy medicine, my two hundred and fifty yuan should be enough." ”

As he spoke, seeing that the sun was rising, he hurriedly went out without waiting for Shen Jing'an to reply.

Shen Jing'an saw that she was full of energy, so he also knew that the injury on his head was not in the way, he didn't go back to the house directly, went to the kitchen and saw porridge simmering on the stove, and ate some. Knowing that Lin Yan was going to open a shop to make breakfast, he couldn't help much, so he only filled the water in the jar before going back to the house to copy the book.

After copying a few pages, I saw his mother Huang come in with tears and red eyes: "An'er, you hurry up and persuade Yanniang, she ......"

Before Huang finished speaking, Shen Jing'an already knew what she was going to say, and interrupted her: "I know, I gave her the money." ”

Huang Shi immediately came down from tears when he heard this, and before he was about to persuade, Shen Jingan said again: "Anyway, it can't be worse, let her get it, maybe she can open the shop?" ”

Shen Jingan wants to gamble, how dare Huang?

Seeing that his son didn't support him, he hurriedly ran to persuade Lin Yan again.

Who knew that after coming and going like this, Lin Yan had already cut the meat, and the white meat was directly put into the pot, and he was suddenly stunned and burst into tears.

This is meat, how expensive is meat in this town!

With so much meat, you have to weigh two or three pounds, right?

How much does it cost!

Huang was distressed, but Lin Yan didn't seem to see her, while turning the fat boiling in the pot, chopping the lean meat, adding an appropriate amount of salt, chopped green onion and ginger, thought about it, added a little sugar to it, and finally put the cooling oil residue into it.

No way, the meat is too expensive, and the oil residue foam is fried to a crispy crisp, and it is delicious to make do with.

After all this was done and the noodles woke up, Lin Yan turned out the rolling pin and began to roll the noodles.

She originally wanted to make steamed buns, but the 5,000-year history of development told her that selling steamed buns for breakfast would make a steady profit.

But from the memory of the original owner, there is no such thing as old noodles here, and there is no way to make noodles, so her buns can't be made.

She pulled a small ball of dough, added a little sugar and warm water, kneaded it a little softer, found an urn, sealed it and put it in the corner.

If you want to make old noodles that are used to ferment steamed buns, you can use wine and white vinegar, and they can be fermented in a few hours.