The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin had something to say: While my family has the conditions, I can quickly record myself a record as a souvenir.

If you are late, you will be trapped.

Rachel Kervis didn't know why. She worriedly said: I will go on stage tomorrow, and I don't know if I can make it to practice today.

With your strength, you are a professional player to them, no problem.

This song only requires a drum. It is very simple and does not require rehearsal.

Rachel Kervis was stunned.

At this time, American women were still relatively traditional. The praise and encouragement Rachel Kervis heard most came not from her husband, but mostly from Zhao Chuanxin.

More than his husband has ever praised in the past year.

She happily left the manor with Benjamin Goldberg.

After the song ended and everyone dispersed, Zhao Chuanxin endured the fatigue from the long journey, sat on the recliner, and said, Sister Hua, are you worried?

Miao Cuihua immediately shook her head: No.

Lied to me.

Well, I'm getting old.

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

It turns out to be age anxiety.

I'll teach you a technique to keep your appearance and strengthen your body. Today, Zhao Chuanxin saw Miao Cuihua dancing and felt that her waist was strong and her core strength was quite strong.

There is no such skill in the world, otherwise women all over the world would flock to him. Miao Cuihua didn't believe it at all.

Previously, Zhao Chuanxin firmly believed that the balancing technique was magical.

But after practicing for a while, I found that it was different from what I thought.

Without intuitive feelings, the body can become increasingly refined.

But mentality is very important. Zhao Chuanxin vowed: Really, as long as you practice, you will still be like this when you are eighty years old. If I lie to you, I will let a thunder from the sky kill my evil disciple Benjamin.

Hey... don't talk nonsense. Miao Cuihua said in a funny tone. I just practice.

She quite believes in ghosts and gods.

In order to help Miao Cuihua relieve her anxiety as soon as possible, Zhao Chuanxian took her to the fitness area without taking a rest.

For Wilhelmina's difficult balancing act, Miao Cuihua easily straightened out the relationship between breathing and movement.

Zhao Chuanxin was behind her, helping her hold one of her legs.

As a coach, Zhao Chuanxin is undoubtedly qualified.

That big hand was holding Miao Cuihua's leg, making her feel numb as she moved, and her breathing became heavier.

Eh? Sister Hua, don't mess around.

Miao Cuihua said angrily: I'm just afraid that you will mess up, and I'm even more afraid that you won't mess around after you mess up.

Zhao Chuanxin's old face turned red: Haha, a gentleman like me can't sit still.

Miao Cuihua pouted back...

Sure enough, I hit something.

He asked with a smile: What do you mean by sitting in the arms without any chaos?

Zhao Chuanxin's nose felt a little itchy: Okay, you have mastered this short section. I will go to the recliner to rest.

He fled the scene.

But he was very tired, so he sat on the chair, took a nap inadvertently and fell asleep.

In the fitness area there was the sound of his snoring and the rustling sound of Miao Cuihua sweating profusely.

I don't know whether it was a psychological effect or something else, but Miao Cuihua felt that after practicing this section a few times, she felt refreshed and could have a good sleep after taking a bath.

At this time, she looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

I found that he was sleeping very restlessly on the recliner, and his body was shaking from time to time.

She walked over, wondering whether to wake him up or carry him back?

She definitely couldn't lift it alone.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin muttered in his sleep: Sister Hua, run quickly...

Miao Cuihua was startled.

He didn't sleep like this before.

She pushed Zhao Chuanxin and Zhao Chuanxin woke up.

Did you just have a nightmare?

No. Zhao Chuanxin wiped his saliva. I remember when I was flying on the grass, wearing iron clothes and monk clothes. No one dared to mess with me in the dream.

As he spoke, he stood up and stretched.

When returning to the room, Miao Cuihua said: We're home. I'm more alert than anyone else. You don't have to worry about anything.

Oh, I got it. Zhao Chuanxin didn't take it seriously.

Sleep until you wake up naturally.

When Zhao Chuanxin got up in the morning, the sun just popped his head.

Miao Cuihua was practicing the balancing technique she learned last night. Zhao Chuanxin was there to give guidance and correct some minor mistakes, and she also started practicing herself.

After breakfast, Benjamin Goldberg ran to the manor: Master, let's go, my mother has already gone to town!

Zhao Chuanxin saw that he was also wearing a fluffy chef's hat.

Benjamin Goldberg pulled out another hat: My mom sewed this overnight.

Zhao Chuanxin felt a faint resistance in his heart.

It's white, it looks like wearing linen and mourning.

The chef's hat first appeared in France at the end of the 18th century and was invented by a chef.

After wearing it, it looks professional and hygienic.

Later, it gradually became a professional symbol of chefs.

He never wore this thing.

But in order to show his professionalism, he gritted his teeth and put it on.

He loaded the car with slices of bread, sauces, vegetables, semi-finished lobster tails, etc. There is also a bucket of hot and sour tomato soup wrapped in a quilt.

There were no chef uniforms, so Zhao Chuanxian deliberately put on a white shirt and vest to appear more hygienic. Wear an apron over it.

Put the modified dining car on Mishan.

It's time to go out again, and this guy is quite excited.

Drive! Let's go to town!

Gan Fan led the way, and with little need for Zhao Chuanxin's control, Mi Shan ran towards the town smartly.

In the 1900 New York State census, the total population of Westchester County was 274,133.

North Tarrytown can only be considered a backwater.

But there are especially many people in the town today, with lanterns and colorful decorations, just like celebrating the New Year.

John Vaughn, the mayor of North Tarrytown, walked among the crowd with a shy belly, greeting people from time to time in a very dignified manner.

Sheriff George Maher led police officers to patrol the area to maintain law and order.

When he saw a strange-looking carriage arriving, George Maher was stunned for a moment, and then he immediately led someone forward to inquire.

There were so many people today, crowded in the middle of the town, that a small disturbance could lead to tragedy.

When they got closer, they found that the driver was Zhao Chuanxin wearing a chef's hat.

George Maher showed an awkward smile: Sir, are you also here to participate in the Harvest Festival?

The old boy was dealt with badly by Zhao Chuanxin before.

No, I won't participate in the event. Zhao Chuanxin smiled and shook his head: I'm here to do business.

...

George Maher is full of questions.

Zhao Chuanxin looked for a conspicuous position on the crowded street.

If you give in, is there any public morality? Is there any law? You don't even hide when you see a car? Zhao Chuanxin shouted dissatisfied.

George Maher smiled bitterly.

Sure enough, nothing good happened when he arrived.

Some people were angry: This is a sidewalk, why do you occupy it?

Don't talk nonsense, get out of the way or the horse will kick you.

Mi Shan tried to raise his hoof, but the man was so frightened that he quickly moved away.

Zhao Chuanxin finally found his place.

He got into the back car and opened the window.

George Maher saw that the carriage was lifted up and turned into a sun visor.

Lift the lower part and support it with a tripod to become a temporary desktop.

Zhao Chuanxin took out another board with paper nailed to it and a sandwich drawn on it.

Crawfish and Cheese Sandwich - 7 cents.

Cajun style crawfish sandwich - 6 cents.

Grilled chicken sandwich - 5 cents.

Egg Salad Sandwich – 4 cents.

George Maher's eyes widened.

Oh, are you really here to do business?

The owner of such a large manor came to set up a small stall?

Pedestrians looked at the carriage curiously.

After seeing the prices of various foods, I was stunned by the low prices.

Mobile food truck, very fresh.

George Maher found that most people were curious and waiting, but no one came forward.

He rolled his eyes, took out his wallet, and took out 14 cents: Sir, I want a crawfish cheese sandwich and a Cajun-style crawfish sandwich.

He came to beat Zhao Chuanxin's beard.

If you can't afford to offend him, then join him. His old cousin William Hope is already working for Zhao Chuan, so there's nothing to be ashamed of.

Wise choice. Zhao Chuanxin gave a thumbs up, and then said to Benjamin Goldberg: Apprentice, collect the money!

Benjamin Goldberg hurriedly put the money in the money jar.

Zhao Chuanxin skillfully toasts the bread first, then fills it with crayfish, adds cheese, and heats it in the oven.

George Maher took the sandwich wrapped in brown paper from Zhao Chuanxin, which was a little hot to his hands.

He had no hope, this was just entertainment for the rich.

But a unique fragrance filled the air, and he found that everyone around him was staring at him.

He couldn't help but take a taste.

The bread is toasted and crispy, the cheese filling is silky, and the sauce is exquisite...

It tastes surprisingly good.

Try another Cajun flavor, which has a unique spicy aroma.

So enjoyable!

Among the local American dishes, the only one that can compete is Cajun food, Cajun cuisine.

Zhao Chuanxin uses delicious semi-finished products, and after heating, the taste will not be affected.

George Maher devoured his sandwich and dazzled it in a few moments.

People around were surprised.

Someone couldn't help shouting: Chief Maher, is it really that delicious?

George Maher repeatedly praised: It's really good!

He still wants to buy it.

He felt that Zhao Chuanxuan should be making money at a loss. The most expensive lobster dishes in the restaurant might cost one or two dollars. Even if it is ordinary, selling it for 7 cents is too cheap.

Even if it's delicious, he still thinks it's a rich person's game.

Many people can figure this out.

Living by the sea, seafood may not be cheap.

Many people still don’t know that this is crayfish, not saltwater lobster.

But this does not dampen their enthusiasm.

Suddenly, Zhao Chuanxin's dining car was surrounded by people.

Give me one...

Don't squeeze, I came first...

Looking at the countless hands holding up the bills, Benjamin Goldberg said excitedly: Master, we are going to get rich!

Wrong, I'm going to get rich as a teacher. It has something to do with you, but it's not big.

Zhao Chuanxin quickly calculated the various costs in his mind. A cheese and crayfish sandwich cost less than one cent. But with the labor of peeling shrimps, bread, sauces, cheese, etc., it should cost seven cents. Make at least 4 cents.

There are two types of food he sells, one is affordable and comes in large portions, such as egg salad sandwiches. One is cheap, but delicious, just a little smaller, like the crawfish sandwich.

They are not expensive, no matter how poor you are, you can afford them, and they focus on the people at the bottom of society.

It doesn't matter if you want to be full or to satisfy your craving.

Zhao Chuanxin was not afraid of the huge crowd.

He is the type of person who performs better the more people he has.

While busy, don't forget to time it to see how many copies you can sell within the specified time.

At the same time, he warned Benjamin Goldberg: Don't make a wrong calculation!

At this time, an acquaintance shouted: Ethan, bring me a sandwich, I will be on stage in a minute...

It's none other than Benjamin Goldberg fucking.