It was still dark, and in the small bluestone kitchen, the stove fire was set low. In the pottery pot above, rice soup gurgled, and a little bit of rice fragrance slowly emerged.

Lin Yan didn't care about it, occasionally stirring it to prevent it from sticking to the outside of the pan, and just let it simmer.

She raised her head and looked at the sky, then looked at the dancing flames in the stove, and couldn't help but froze.

Lin Yan, the youngest national first-class chef, was busy in the kitchen one second, and the next second she was transported to a barbaric era that was not even recorded in history books.

I don't know if the figure she wears is considered a child bride. The original owner was only thirteen, also named Lin Yan. She had just married into the Shen family two months ago. Her cheap husband-in-law Shen Jingan was only fifteen. Fortunately, they didn't live together. There was only one room in the house, so Shen Jing'an didn't notice that this body had changed its core until now.

I thought she was so focused on learning how to cook that she didn’t even meet a few men, but once she traveled through time, she even had her husband-in-law. She was still a sick young man with a lot of debt. Yesterday, a group of debt collectors broke into the shop and smashed it. The original person blocked it for her mother-in-law, and she had a chance to travel through time.

Lin Yan felt aggrieved, but he had to try to make money to survive. After sighing, Lin Yan got up and continued to work.

Her little body wandered around the kitchen. After a while, she dug out a small bag of beans. When she opened it, she saw that it was still red beans. There was still a little sugar in the small clay pot on the side, so she happily washed the red beans. Washed and soaked.

Turning around, he weighed the remaining flour in the bag, estimated the weight, and after feeling about enough, he went out and opened the door of the shop next door.

The door of the shop had not been opened for a long time. When the door was pushed open, a cloud of dust rushed towards her face, causing her to choke and cough violently.

As soon as she coughed, the door of the shop opposite also opened. He stared at her for a long time. When he saw Lin Yan taking down the sign hanging on the door, he couldn't help but shouted curiously: "Ms. Lin, this shop of yours doesn't sold?"

Lin Yan turned around and happened to see a faint light shining in the distance. She smiled at him and narrowed her eyes: "I won't sell it. Thank you, Uncle Wang, for your kind words yesterday. Otherwise, I would have asked them to be beaten to death." "

Speaking of what happened yesterday, Uncle Wang couldn't help but let out a long sigh: "If you don't sell this shop, those people will definitely not agree. I'm afraid they will have to come back in two days. If you ask me, your breasts are really... look at your husband's study. How powerful, she is just an official, but she has no idea where she has gone. She only protects that useless person, puts all the debt on you, and asks you to sell the shop, and your mother..."

This was not something she could interrupt, so Lin Yan just laughed and excused himself that the shop had not been open for too long and had to be cleaned, so he turned around and went in.

After entering the door and looking at the gaping Tao Weng, Lin Yan felt sad.

Indeed, as Uncle Wang said, whether this shop can continue to operate for a long time depends on whether the family's debts can be paid off.

Lin Yan felt mysterious when he mentioned this.

Her sickly husband is still studying, her mother-in-law is too weak to take care of herself, and her grandmother is a vicious and partial person.

She was partial to family ties, and her husband-in-law had owed so much debt for medical treatment. She didn't want to help pay off the debt, so she just stared at the only shop in her family all day long, thinking about how it could make a lot of money for her. A grandson made a bundle and repaired it.

While Lin Yan was thinking about these nonsense, he quickly cleaned the entire shop, steamed the beans he had soaked in the morning, and started kneading the noodles again.

There was a lot of noodles, and Lin Yan didn't have enough even though he was counting the beans. He happened to hear the door open in the room, so he mixed the noodles and put them aside to wake up. He washed his hands and went out, stretching out his hand to the little husband who just got up: " You... lend me some money?"

Shen Jingan got out of bed when he heard some movement in the shop. It was still dark. He took a look at the shop and knew that Lin Yan wanted to open a shop. But he was also a little worried and couldn't help but look at Lin Yan's face. Head: "Does your injury still hurt?"

Lin Yan couldn't help but touch the back of his head, hissed in pain, and shook his head repeatedly: "It doesn't hurt, it's better."

How does this look like it doesn't hurt?

Shen Jingan felt guilty and saluted her heavily to thank her: "Thanks to you for yesterday."

He took out the money again and said: "This is the money the bookstore gave you yesterday. How much more do you need? I will copy more in the next few days."

Lin Yan knew that Shen Jingan thanked her because the original owner protected his mother yesterday and did not let the debt collectors beat his mother.

He went out to the bookstore yesterday and was not there. He couldn't be blamed for this. However, it was true that the original owner protected his mother, hit his head and paid with his life. Lin Yan believed that the original owner deserved this thank you, so he did not avoid it. Accept it calmly.

Looking at the money in his hand, he actually had almost half a pound of money. He couldn't help but sigh that copying books is really easy to make money. He counted half of it and gave the rest to him: "You still have to buy medicine. I have these two hundred and fifty." The money should be enough."

With that said, seeing the sun rising, without waiting for Shen Jingan's reply, he hurried out.

When Shen Jingan saw that she was very energetic, he knew that the injury on his head was no longer a problem. He did not go back to the house directly, but went to the kitchen to see the porridge simmering on the stove and ate some. He knew that Lin Yan was going to open a shop to make breakfast. , he couldn't do anything to help, so he just filled the tank with water before going back to the house to copy books.

After copying only a few pages, his mother, Mrs. Huang, came in with tears in her eyes and red eyes: "An'er, hurry up and persuade Yan Niang, she..."

Before Huang finished speaking, Shen Jingan already knew what she was going to say, so he interrupted her and said, "I know, I gave her the money."

Mrs. Huang burst into tears after hearing this, and just when she was about to persuade, Shen Jingan said again: "It can't be worse anyway. Let her do it, maybe we can open the shop?"

Shen Jingan wants to take a gamble, but how dare Mr. Huang do?

Seeing that his son did not support him, he hurriedly ran to persuade Lin Yan.

Unexpectedly, just after going back and forth like this, Lin Yan had already cut the meat, and the white meat was directly put into the pot. He was stunned and burst into tears.

This is meat. How expensive is the meat in this town?

That’s a lot of meat, two or three kilograms, right?

How much did this cost!

Huang was heartbroken, but Lin Yan didn't seem to see her. While turning the fat meat in the pot, he chopped the lean meat, added an appropriate amount of salt, chopped green onion and ginger, thought about it, and added Put a little sugar in, and finally put in the cooled oil residue.

There is no way, the meat is too expensive, the oil residue is fried to a crispy texture, it is just okay and delicious.

After all this was done and the noodles were ready, Lin Yan took out the rolling pin and started rolling the noodles.

She originally wanted to make steamed buns, but five thousand years of development history told her that selling steamed buns for breakfast was a guaranteed profit.

But from the memory of the original owner, there is no such thing as old noodles here. Without the ability to make noodles, her buns cannot be made.

She took a small ball of dough, added a little sugar and warm water, kneaded it until it was slightly soft, found a vat, put it in a jar, sealed it and placed it in a corner.
Chapter completed!