The next day, Zhang Ang felt much better, especially his mind was exceptionally clear, and he was able to reluctantly walk. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info but you can't walk fast, you can only walk slowly.

After eating another meal of milk soaked in black bread, Zhang Ang asked old Ivan to help him go out to see. Out of the room, there was a small living room with some miscellaneous items in the living room and a small stove with a chimney. There is a small yard at the back of the house with a few chickens. It's a small house with only two rooms and a backyard, but it looks neat and clean.

Out of the house, there is a bustling street outside, which is not very wide. But early in the morning, you can see a lot of people, mostly commoners with bulging bags or things, but also samurai with swords or axes at their waists, and occasionally a few richly dressed nobles. Old Ivan said that this side is just at the junction of the aristocratic district and the civilian area, and there have always been many people.

"Let's go to the market first. Zhang Ang commanded.

"Young master, I'll carry you. Old Ivan was a little worried.

"No, no, I'm feeling better now, let's go. Although he still felt very weak, Zhang Ang saw the thin body of old Ivan, and still resolutely rejected his kindness.

The market is not far from where they live, about a 20-minute walk.

The market is even more lively, with all kinds of people rubbing shoulders with each other.

After walking so many roads and seeing many natives of this world, Zhang Ang did not find anyone wearing robes and holding a staff. "It doesn't seem to be a magical world," Zhang Ang thought to himself.

The two of them had no choice but to move forward with the flow of people.

Zhang Ang saw the blacksmith shop. A few big men sweated in front of the iron furnace, but most of them were weapons and armor, swords, axes and hammers, and some adventurers brought broken weapons to repair.

Saw the tailor shop. There are high-end shops that tailor clothes for the aristocracy, using colorful high-end fabrics and soft velvets. There are also civilian roadside stalls with shelves full of brown linen and white wool pants.

I saw that it looked like a sake brewery. Under the command of a fat man, several strong men carried barrels of unknown wine to a carriage transporting goods, and accidentally one of the barrels fell and spilled on the ground, causing the fat man to shout and curse.

I saw the fruit seller. The red-skinned ones look like apples, and the yellow-skinned ones look like pears, but looking at the shapes, they don't look like them, and after thinking about it, I still don't dare to buy them and eat them.

I saw the grain sellers. The door is full of bulging bags, most of which are ground flour, but in the bags that are opened to make samples, the flour you see is always white with yellow, yellow with black, and there should be a lot of impurities.

See those who sell raw meat. A strong man with a shiny face chopped a fat pig was slashed and flesh scattered, and large chunks of hairy pork were thrown onto a large wooden table to be sold.

Saw the spice shop. A strangely dressed alien with a turban on his head, clutching a handful of spices of unknown origin, was talking loudly to a man who looked neatly dressed.

Saw the drugstore. But Zhang Ang could only find some ordinary bone-setting medicines, trauma hemostatic medicines, and other special medicines that were said to cure any disease. I couldn't find anything strange like taking the strength plus one, or any fire attribute potion, and I was faintly disappointed.

Saw the bakery. It was the largest shop that Zhang Ang had ever seen, and a dozen men kept putting the kneaded dough in the stove to bake, and the queue waiting for the bread to be baked was lined up for a long distance.

There are also a variety of other shops and roadside stalls.

Zhang Ang also found a lot of snacks or cooked food, so he went to each stall to observe it, and bought it and tasted it when he saw something interesting. But most of them only ate one bite, and the rest were wiped out by old Ivan.

Because Zhang Ang found that these foods were too difficult to swallow, the meat was either grilled or boiled, and there was a fishy smell, and he knew that there was no blood when he tasted it. Bread or something, smeared with a layer of dark black sauce and sold as a special snack, these breads are the same as the ones he has eaten, they have not been fermented, and once they are cold, they will not be hard. But for these dark dishes, the business is not bad, and there is an endless stream of people buying them, and everyone eats them with relish.

"We used to eat like this when we were in the big house?" asked Zhang Ang old Ivan.

"Almost, there is a special cook at home. The flour is sifted, and the bread is baked at home. It turns out that we have 3 people in one kitchen. No worse than what these stalls do. Old Ivan said with a full hiccups.

Zhang Ang smiled without thinking about it, and silently swore in his heart: "As a senior technician-level chef registered with the national labor and social security department, I must let you stupid medieval natives have a good understanding of what is the basic quality of a white case chef in a three-star hotel's Chinese restaurant." ”

calmed down his excitement, and together with old Ivan, he went to understand the basic prices of various ingredients, so that he knew it in his heart.

"How much does it cost to hire a cook now?" asked Zhang Ang.

"It's about 20 to 30 silver a month. Old Ivan thought for a moment and replied.

"I thought of a good business, I need a few cooks, you go and ask the ones that used to be made in our house, 25 silver a month, if you are willing to come, if you are willing to come, you will go to the place where we live to start work. Zhang Ang commanded.

"Why do you want to hire them, they left the young master and ran away at the beginning, and they will definitely be unreliable in the future. Old Ivan said reluctantly.

"After all, you know the roots, and you won't come to harm me. At the beginning, the family was so messy, and there was no money to pay them, so it was normal to leave, after all, they also had to support their families. And my business is especially secretive, after all, these people are more reliable than some people I don't know. Zhang Ang had to persuade him patiently.

"Okay, okay, I'll go find them tomorrow. Old Ivan reluctantly agreed.

Zhang Ang looked at the sky, good guy, unconsciously his eyes were in the evening, and it was almost dark. So he bought some milk bread with old Ivan and went home, after all, he really couldn't eat anything else.

When he got home, Zhang Ang had eaten and scrubbed his body. Ask old Ivan: "Do you have a pen and paper at home?"

Old Ivan hurriedly took out a large box from under the bed, took out parchment paper and quill from the box, and handed it to Zhang Ang.

Zhang Ang moved the bench, lit the candle, and wrote on the table.

"A bag of flour 3 silver, an egg 5 copper, pork 30 copper a catty, a bucket of milk 30 copper, a bag of salt 1 silver, and buy some spices and honey, but also find a blacksmith shop to make cooking utensils, this price forgot to ask, tomorrow I will go to the blacksmith shop to ask......" Zhang Ang had words in his mouth, and his hands also quickly recorded and calculated, this is what he used to do every day when he was a chef, the basic skill of a chef: catering cost accounting.

Before you know it, it's late at night.