This year we planted 300 mu of soybeans, with a yield of about 100 kilograms per mu. According to the farmers, this is already a very high yield, and sometimes they can plant 60 or 70 kilograms.

If all 30,000 kilograms of soybeans were given to horses, they would probably have to be eaten in one day.

There is no way, after these soybeans are cooked, the knights take them over and feed them a little every day, and feed them to the horses as snacks for our children. Although the horses really want to eat these delicious beans, the number is too small, so they are looking forward to their knights coming every day.

But in general, the treatment of horses is very good. In their huge houses, there are not just horse sheds. Many houses also have large open spaces in the middle, which are specially designed for them to stroll in the extreme cold, so that they will not eat or sleep, and then they will become horses and pigs.

Therefore, it is a bit exaggerated to say that pigs are treated better than people, but to say that horses are treated better than people, children in Sanguo Village know that this is a fact.

Unlike many people's habits, sometimes I go and see these well-treated domestic animals, and see how they eat voraciously, and they will feel very happy.

If I tell you, I actually want to be a chef the most, I am afraid no one will believe it?

But when I was young, I really thought about it when I couldn’t even eat food.

I just thought that as long as I became a cook, I could make a lot of delicious food every day, for my parents, sisters, and two sisters to eat until I had enough.

But when you grow up, you will realize that no matter how good the chef is, you must have ingredients to make food. If you don’t have food to cook, then no matter how good the chef is, you can only stare at him and have no choice but to do anything about it.

Since I was sensible, I have been busy with one thing - finding more food, more food, more food for Sanguo Village...

I am so poor that even mice starve to death that they will swear to death. They will never grow here in the next life, and of course they will not be able to find enough food. So every year, there are people who starve to death in our Sanguo Village. Usually, the elderly are willing to run to Luoxi Mountain and never compete with their descendants for the little bit of life-saving food.

Finally in this spring, we began to occupy the Liuyin Harbour, and we had enough food and hope to get rid of hunger completely.

Although wars after wars made us very troubled and confused. Fortunately, Sanguo Village finally survived. Now we can proudly say that we are already the number one on Essay Island and we no longer have to worry about others coming from land.

Since I have had my spare time and it is winter when I can’t do big things at all, I began to think about my great dream career.

So, after every day after training, I always run to the kitchen and watch the aunts and uncles cook various foods.

The logistics female workers who were originally at the port of Yinhai have long become veterans of our Sanguo Village, and have all become supervisors of all kinds of big and small aspects. Now, there are only four sisters among them in the kitchen. They are responsible for the management of day and night here, and they all take a day and a half off for a rotation.

The four thousand cooks who worked for two days were also assisted by them, most of whom were middle-aged and elderly people in their forties and fifties. They were patient and able to withstand the toss and struggles, and could also receive a good salary.

no way.

You have to try to make three meals a day for tens of thousands of soldiers every day, which is the same as the super-large portion. Sometimes you have to add meals according to special circumstances. Not to mention doing it every day, but even in management and coordination, you are absolutely tired and not taking turns. It is simply unbearable.

When I saw me coming to the kitchen, the group was a little puzzled. After I realized that Mr. Bao wanted to learn some cooking skills, these cooks were all full of energy, striving to show their best side so that Mr. Bao could see it and learn his own unique skills.

"Master Bao, look at my chrysanthemum knife technique for cutting fish meat?"

"Your Highness, does this stir-fried lobster meat taste very good?"

"Dear Master Bao, come and see the strength and accuracy of my beating fish meat, which is not something that ordinary people can achieve!"

“…”

For more than ten days in a row, hundreds of chefs showed off their power in front of me, which really made my cooking skills soar. At least when I got home, I could still make a pretty delicious meal for my parents and sisters.

However, my original intention is not that simple. The reason is that I have discovered several legendary wonderful foods from several ancient books. It is said that since the Wei and Jin Dynasties in the Central Plains, many nobles held a food called "Mantou" in terms of snacks. The outside is made of wheat, and the inside is wrapped with meat, sugar, fruits and vegetables as you imagine, which is very delicious and popular.

I roughly described it to my sister, and my sister immediately understood: "Oh, you are talking about buns. We have eaten them once before... They tasted really good. The skin is thin and the meat is fragrant. When you bite it, a hot juice splashed out... Wow, brother, it's a pity that my sister is a little stupid in cooking, otherwise I would have made it for you to eat."

It turns out that since the development has reached now, Mantou has been renamed "Bunzi". Because it contains things, it seems that it is more vivid and appropriate to call it "Bunzi".

My sister was also very pitiful. When she was a child, she followed her master and Xiaoxuan's mother to hide everywhere. After finally, on her birthday, her master earned money by writing letters to someone, so she took her wife and daughter to the restaurant for a while. My sister had forgotten what the food tasted, but the only thing she served at the table was that she ate three buns in one go. She was definitely fresh in memory.

It’s my birthday soon, so I naturally want to make delicious buns so that my beloved sister can be happy.

What?

Isn’t it a bit strange to want my sister to be happy on my birthday?

Not very strange.

For men, birthdays are not that important. The most important thing is that the family is happy, especially the wife who loves the most, that is the best.

Let’s talk about the topic, the main raw materials of buns are meat and wheat flour. They are precious grains that you can’t even think about on weekdays. Now, for us, they are nothing. I have two bags of wheat at home that are useless. As for those meat, there are everything.

There is not much pasta in the kitchen, or even none. When everyone takes the flour home, most of them are just used to make noodles. The smooth and tender noodles are paired with hot fish soup, suck them into their mouths in big mouthfuls, and then drink the noodle soup in one sip. This is simply a rare enjoyment in life.

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