Stepmother in charge: Making a fortune through farming and raising her children to fight back

December 25th.

It is suitable for moving into a new house, traveling, and opening a business, but it is not suitable for installing doors, repairing graves, and getting married.

On the street, the teahouse that had been deserted finally put up a new sign, satisfying the curiosity of many people.

"There is a tavern..." A young man dressed as a scholar softly read out the few big words on the sign and shook his head repeatedly.

Another illiterate uncle looked at the tavern curiously and asked the scholar, "Excuse me, young man, what is the name of this newly opened shop?"

"There's a tavern."

"I can tell it looks like a tavern. I mean, what's the name of this tavern?"

"It's just a tavern!" The young man dressed as a scholar shook his head and walked away.

Such a vulgar and straightforward name, it is obvious that it was opened by illiterate and rough people. I don’t know what kind of customers it can attract. It is really not elegant at all.

Forget it, forget it, let’s go to the teahouse across the street to have some tea and listen to some storytelling.

The uncle who stayed where he was was actually curious, so he strode in and asked, "Boss, what's the name of your tavern?"

Wen Yuan, who was counting the money with his head down, looked up and saw the uncle coming in.

"Sir, please come in. Our tavern is called Youjian Tavern."

"This name..." The uncle thought for a long time, and only managed to utter a few words: "It's so damn straightforward."

When Wen Yuan heard these words, the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously.

He also felt that it was a bit perfunctory, but the name of the store was given by the new owner and everyone thought it was good, which made him suspect that there was something wrong with him.

Look at the reaction of this strong man, he is obviously normal.

The strong man walked into the tavern and saw that the lobby was brightly lit, the tables and chairs were new, and even the layout was something he had never seen before. He couldn't help but nodded in satisfaction.

"I have some ideas..."

Although the name of this store is strange, the decoration is clean and tidy, and it looks like I have never seen it before. It is full of novelty and you can sit in it.

The burly man walked straight to the window and put on a heroic attitude: "What are your signature dishes? Pick out the delicious ones and serve them to me."

Although he can't read, he still has some money in his pocket.

Wen Yuan opened his mouth awkwardly, and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Sir, I'm really sorry, but our restaurant is closed at noon. If you want to eat and drink, you might as well come back in the evening."

"Huh?" The strong man was stunned.

Does making money have to be divided into noon and night? Could it be that he hasn't been out on the streets for a long time and has fallen behind?

As a qualified waiter who grew up in a shop, Wen Yuan felt a little ashamed and could only patiently explain: "I'm really sorry, this is the rule set by our boss. There is a wine shop that is only open at night."

The burly man slammed the table and said coldly, "Your restaurant is open but you don't welcome customers. Are you making fun of us?"

He had never heard of a restaurant that required different dining times.

They must have taken advantage of him because he was illiterate and looked down on him, so they refused to entertain him and tried to find a way to drive him away.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. The strong man raised his hand and slapped the table again. With the strength he was using, this slap would probably break the table into pieces.

At this moment, a whirlwind rushed over and caught his palm: "Are you trying to ruin the place?"

The sturdy man was stunned again when he saw Ning Shan in front of him, and couldn't help but want to rub his eyes. An ordinary tavern is equipped with such powerful thugs. Is this really just a tavern?

Thinking of the strange rule of only opening at night, the strong man suddenly understood.

"Calm down, I didn't know the rules. I'll come again in the evening." The strong man bowed to the two people present and left happily.

Ning Shan scratched his head and looked at Wen Yuan: "Do you think there's something wrong with the smile of this villain who messed up the place?"

He replied expressionlessly: "No."

The most wrong thing is obviously this tavern!

Seeing him say that, Ning Shan didn't want to say anything more and just waved his hand: "Then I'll go to the side. Call me if you need anything."

In the blink of an eye, Wen Yuan was the only one left there. After thinking for a long time, he silently closed the door of the tavern.

No, this is not the way to do business. He won't even receive the guests. He needs to have a good talk with the new owner.

……

back kitchen.

Wang Ze stood at the door, staring at the three large pots placed side by side.

The three large pots were half a person's height, and the lids were pressed down tightly, so only the gurgling sound could be heard from inside.

After staring at the first pot for a long time, Wang Ze asked dryly, "Godmother, when can we eat this braised beef?"

Yun Zhenzhen walked out of the house and wiped her hands with a handkerchief: "This is prepared for tonight. The beef needs to be soaked for a long time so that it can absorb the flavor. It will taste better then."

Wang Ze could only sigh with regret.

He saw with his own eyes that his godmother broke a large beef leg bone, added water to the bottom of the pot, and then added dozens of kilograms of beef and secret seasonings to cook together.

Just thinking about how the beef marrow is slowly boiled out over low heat, and how the large chunks of beef gradually absorb the delicious broth, you know how delicious that bite will be.

Wang Ze looked at the second big pot again: "Godmother, what about the pot of roasted pig's head?"

He had been watching the pig's head meat when it was being cooked just now. Today, he specially asked for leave from his teacher and came to the town to have the first bite.

This pot of spicy braised sauce soup was made at home yesterday and kept until today. A few fried red pig heads were added to continue stewing.

In such a cold day, he would not know how delicious it would be if he had a mouthful of meat soup.

"Wait a little longer." Yun Zhenzhen lifted the lid of the pot and stirred it: "Stew it until it's softer and more flavorful."

Erya on the other side looked at him unhappily: "Master Wang, the kitchen is so small. Don't stare at us. It makes it difficult for us to serve the food. We will definitely give you the meat when it's cooked. Don't worry."

"Then I just asked more questions. What if it's overcooked?" Wang Ze swallowed silently and looked at the third pot with regret.

This pot made him yearn for it even more.

He saw with his own eyes as his godmother put two old hens, a few pork elbows, and dozens of pork bones into the pot...

But in the end, he took everything out and left only the pot of soup, saying that he would use the soup to top the noodles.

But the plain noodles he had eaten were obviously not made like this. At this moment, Wang Ze stared at it with only one thought in his mind - hungry.

I have never had a hard life since I was a child, but for some reason, after staying in Yun Zhenzhen's house for a while, I always feel so greedy.