The first one to go was, of course, the blacksmith shop, where several blacksmiths frantically tapped the pieces of iron on the felt, ignoring Zhang Angli. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhang Ang had no choice but to ask: "I want to build something, who should I look for?"

A rough and hoarse voice roared, "Garon, it's business!"

A strong man with knotted muscles opened a dark curtain behind the house and walked out: "Isn't this Young Master Leon from Leonar's family, what's the matter, come to hit the meteor hammer?" The voice was as rough and hoarse, "This meteor hammer is the lightest 20 kilograms, with the body of the little young master, let's go home and get a wood to practice first." ”

"No, no, I'm here to make a pot and then a knife. As he spoke, Zhang Ang took out two pieces of paper from his arms and handed them to the man: "It's about this size, it needs to be a pot of all cast iron, and the knife should be beaten with the best materials." ”

The strong man took it: "If you want such a big pot, it's not cheap to have all cast iron." Oh, this knife is small and doesn't cost materials, what's the matter, change to learn the knife technique?"

"These are all used to cook at home, let's say, how much does it cost, when will it be ready?" Zhang Ang said quickly.

"For the sake of my friendship with Lord Baron for so many years, I'll give you a cost price, the pot is 2 gold, and the knife is the best steel for you, even if it is 1 gold. Probably it can be done the day after tomorrow, and when the time comes, it will be sent to you, and then you will pay for it. With such a big pot, I'm afraid that you master and servant won't be able to hold it. Uncle Garon's voice was warm.

"Thank you, thank you, Uncle Garron. Zhang Ang thanked him again and again.

The second went to the slaughterhouse, and the fat man with a shiny face was standing by the shop with a smile on his face, and the stall was full of large pieces of pork.

"Boss, I'm going to buy pigs. Zhang Ang said to him.

"Oh, how much?" said the boss's voice languidly.

"I want a whole head, alive!" Zhang Ang said categorically.

"What are you going to do with it? You nobles are just a lot of cats, okay, come with me. Zhang Ang followed the boss to the backyard of the shop.

The backyard is very large, and the fences are full of fat pigs who are "humming", "choose for yourself" The fat boss pointed to the pigs and said.

Zhang Ang learned the ability to easily distinguish water injection pigs, hormone pigs, and sick pigs who were injected with happy agents, and it was useless here. The ones I saw were all good pigs who were healthy and lively and grew up eating pure natural feed.

Zhang Ang casually chose a pleasing one, paid for it, and asked for a rope to take the pig away.

Zhang Ang led the pig, went to the grain store to order flour, went to the salt shop to buy salt, went to the store selling vegetables and fruits to order wild vegetables and radishes and fruits, went to the spice merchant to identify and screen some spices, and went to the pottery shop, cloth shop and so on. But after looking for a long time, I couldn't find anyone selling bamboo, so I had to go to the place where the timber was sold and sell some wood. They all told them to send them home.

After being busy for a long time, the sun went down unconsciously, and most of the stalls in the market were closed.

After a tiring day and a dreamless night, he found the white light again in his dream, but this time Zhang Ang did not go in.

The next day, old Ivan brought the cook he found yesterday to see Zhang Ang.

These two cooks don't look young anymore, they are probably in their 30s and 40s, and when they are older, it is not easy to find a job, so they stay at home and worry about their livelihood. Old Ivan looked for him and agreed without saying a word.

But they all seem to be very diligent, and they came over early in the morning to tidy up the mess they bought yesterday. Feed the pigs and chickens in the backyard.

After Zhang Ang had breakfast and freshened up, he began to carry out pre-job training for the two of them and Old Ivan.

The first thing to teach is to make dough, and the bread here has not been fermented, which is equivalent to a heated dough, and when it is cold, it will be dry and hard. This kind of flour product is not fermented, and now there is no baking powder to use, so I have to use soil methods.

Zhang Ang found a clay urn, put a dough mixed with good water in it, sprinkled a layer of dry flour on it, covered the mouth of the urn with a layer of soaked linen, and placed it in the shadow under the eaves outside. In this way, after 7 or 8 hours, the dough can rise naturally.

Zhang Ang instructed them, one to sift the flour clean, one to knead the dough, and one to put it in a clay urn. The division of labor was clear, and after a while, 4 or 5 jars were made.

Then the pickled vegetables were washed, the turnips and wild herbs were washed, the turnips were sliced, the wild herbs were cut into sections, smeared with salted water, put them in a clay urn, pressed with washed stones, sealed with a damp linen cloth, and placed under the eaves as well.

In this way, they washed the vegetables, cut them, and put them in a clay urn. The division of labor is clear, and after a while, there are 4 or 5 jars.

Looking at the row of pottery urns under the eaves, the morning time was gone.

In the afternoon, the master stonemason was invited to greatly change the stove and chimney in the living room, and opened a small window on the wall facing the street. At a glance, this master stonemason knew that he was carrying superior martial arts, and he was doing it quickly and well, and of course, the price was also expensive.

I went to the carpenter on the next street to borrow tools and make a wooden steamer at home. The four of them worked until dark to make an 8-layer steamer, and Zhang Ang let them get off work, and everyone was tired.

The next day, the blacksmith shop delivered pots and kitchen knives early in the morning. The four of them worked together to put the cauldron on the new stove.

Zhang Ang finally got the kitchen knife he dreamed of, only to see that the blade of the kitchen knife was shiny, the knife surface could reflect the human face, and the handle had thin non-slip edges. Plucked a few hairs and blew them on the blade, and immediately split into two halves. What a good kitchen knife.

Of course, a good knife must be used, Zhang Ang and the four of them worked together to overturn the big fat pig, and hung the fat pig head down on the beam of the house in sweat.

Zhang Ang ignored the fat pig's terrible screams and struggles, closed his eyes, rubbed the kitchen knife in his hand, and muttered in his mouth: "With no thick into the room, there must be room for its recovery." ”

Suddenly, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and he slashed out.

The fat pig's screaming struggle stopped abruptly and remained motionless. The three people next to him were taken aback.

Zhang Ang skillfully cut the neck of the fat pig, so that the pig's blood could be left in the wooden basin on the ground. If you don't put pig blood, the pork will have a bloody smell that is difficult to swallow.

Finally, when the pig's blood ran out, everyone scalded off the pig's hair with boiling water, put the pig down, and carried it to a wooden table.

While recalling the knife technique, Zhang Ang divided the fat pig into large and small pieces, and put them in different categories.

"Sure enough, this knife technique must be practiced on living creatures to be effective, not on wooden stakes, but fortunately I am a cook. Zhang Ang thought to himself.

He chooses the right part, chops it into minced meat, pickles it with salt and spices, and puts it in a wooden basin to make steamed buns tomorrow.

Since you want to open a store, you should have a resounding name.

Zhang Ang remembered his family's family crest, a golden bull head with a spiked meteor hammer in its mouth. This meteor hammer naturally refers to his own family martial arts, but the golden bull's head is the symbol of the "Golden Bull Palace" in the "Athenian Sanctuary", the second largest sect of the righteous path in the Europa continent. The ancestors who represent themselves are the official disciples of the "Golden Bull Palace". That book "The Use of Crazy Bull Power" must be the inheritance exercise over there.

Then it's called "Golden Bull Bun Shop", it's always good to have Tiger Pila, and now call Old Ivan to order the signboard and wait for the official opening tomorrow.