Tian's little cook

Chapter 125 Happy too early
It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, and without soybeans, Lin Zhimo can't make tofu empty-handed.

Seeing her frustrated face, Lin Jiao said, "I'll go shopping in the city tomorrow, do you think there is anything else to prepare?"

After the blow just now, Lin Zhimo's mood has returned to calm: "Tofu is mainly made of soy milk, and the soaked soybeans are beaten into soy milk..."

"With what?" Lin Jiao asked.

"Soymilk maker..." Lin Zhimo stopped.

There is no machine or electricity here, so how can I make a call?

Sure enough, I was too happy too early.

"Sister-in-law Yuan, have you ever seen a stone mill? It is used to grind soybean milk." Fortunately, she suddenly remembered this ancient tool.

"Stone Mill?" Yuan Shi heard this name for the first time: "What is that?"

That is no more.

Lin Zhimo sighed: "It's only one step in the Long March..."

Seeing her turn from high spirits to downcast, Lin Jiao comforted: "Take your time, you gave up at first, but you found brine today."

"Yeah." Lin Zhimo nodded, the most important thing is already there, and the others will be found.

Sleeping on the bed at night, Yuan Shi still couldn't believe it: "Zhimo, brine can really make the tofu you said? It's poisonous."

"As long as the concentration is diluted, there is no problem." Lin Zhimo put it in a more easy-to-understand way: "One person will be poisoned if one sip is taken, but if you share this sip with 1000 people, they will be fine."

Yuan Shi seemed to understand but bowed her head. Anyway, she believed that Lin Zhimo must have a sense of proportion.

Lin Jiao listened to their conversation in the outer room and gradually fell asleep.

He seldom dreamed, but these days he always dreamed of some vague fragments, as if seeing flowers in a fog, unable to distinguish clearly.

When he tried desperately to see clearly in his dreams, he often woke up.

Today is the same, Lin Jiao wakes up from the dream, and can still recall the sword, light and sword in the dream.

He vaguely felt that these should be related to his identity, but he couldn't remember.

There was the sound of rooster crowing outside, and it was already dimly lit.

Lin Jiao got up and got out of bed.

No matter who I was before, as long as I can guard Lin Zhimo and live a good life now.

When we went to Jukefang, a muscular man was sitting in the backyard, talking to shopkeeper Qin.

Shopkeeper Qin faced the back door, saw Lin Zhimo coming in, and immediately waved to her: "Zhimo, come quickly."

Lin Zhimo guessed, could it be a newly recruited chef?

She guessed right, and shopkeeper Qin introduced: "This is Wang Shun, the new chef I hired yesterday."

Pointing to Lin Zhimo again, he said, "This is Lin Zhimo. She is mainly responsible for cooking lunch."

Wang Shun glanced at Lin Zhimo, a little surprised at her age and appearance, but quickly recovered.

"I heard that there is a chef coming to Jukefang, but I didn't expect it to be so young."

"Chef Wang won the award, so I only know how to do this." Lin Zhimo said with a smile.

"Zhimo lives far away. She is mainly in charge of the noon, and Wang Shun is in charge of the evening, but there are few guests in the evening, so he also comes to help at noon." Shopkeeper Qin explained his arrangements.

Neither of them had any objections. After Wang Shun left, Lin Zhimo asked, "The shopkeeper, where is Chef Li..."

She was thinking that Li Ran would come to intercede again.

"I've already made it clear to him that if you come again, you're just asking for trouble." Shopkeeper Qin shook his head, "I should have given some money away at the beginning, otherwise these things wouldn't have happened.

With an extra cook and Lin Jiao and Yuan's help, Lin Zhimo was much more relaxed, and the closing time at noon was brought forward.

After eating, the three went straight to Doctor Zhang's clinic.

(End of this chapter)