She Only Cares About Cultivation
Chapter 314: 【313】Tasty and Pretty Fisherman 164 (2 Updates)

Chapter 314: 【313】Tasty and Pretty Fisherman 164 (2 Updates)

"On Nameless Island, life is quite nice, rising at sunrise and returning at sunset, men fishing and women farming. Just thinking about it feels comfortable. Most importantly, there’s no competition with the world, none of the dark scheming and plotting that fills society. How wonderful it is not to have to grovel and please others or to boss people around with arrogance. I think such a monotonous life is quite nice, free and full of hope."

Yan Qing had lived on the island for nearly a year, so he could imagine the scenes described by Xiao Yu.

How to put it? It always seems that those who can speak such words have experienced dislocation and hardship outside, even forced by life, subsequently sacrificing their dignity and pride. But she had not been out long; how could she have gained such deep insight?

He was born into wealth, seen as born with a golden spoon in his mouth, and he was the legitimate second son of the current emperor, destined for a lifetime of glory. But, he detested this identity and instead, an accidental sea drift ended up living on the island for a year, which he found most nostalgic, even developing anorexia from it.

All things considered, it was that peaceful life away from worldly strife that completely relaxed his body and mind.

At that time, if not for the urgency to go out and assist his brother, he might have chosen to stay there for a lifetime.

He thought he would never live that kind of life again, but the woman before him shared his thoughts. Just on that point alone, she should be his wife, while those high-class legitimate daughters only had schemes and power in their eyes. They grew up amidst conspiracy and forgot what kindness was, so he detested them.

Now, having confirmed her intentions, everything from here would be easy to handle.

"Don’t worry about the ingredients; I’ll find a way for you."

However, Xiao Yu said, "It’s okay. If seafood can’t be sold, then don’t buy it, just change the method. Hot dry noodles don’t need many vegetables, only sauce is necessary, and fried bean sauce noodles are also good with just meat and sauce. I will add ramen, oil-poured noodles, and tomato sauce noodles, none of these require many vegetables. As for other seasonings and sauces, I can manage that, so don’t worry."

Unless Prince Zhao could shut down her space, their family’s restaurant would definitely continue to operate normally. Don’t believe it? Just wait and see!

To increase the flow of customers, she also made Northeast sticky rice buns, which are made from grinding Sunny rice, rice, and sticky rice into powder mixed with cornmeal. This Sunny rice was also grown locally, and with the weather getting colder day by day, her space had red beans and various other beans. Slow cooking with a small fire and adding sugar made a delicious breakfast.

Of course, just having that wasn’t enough, so she prepared pickled radish strips, salty vegetables strips, spicy cabbage, dried radishes as side dishes, along with tea eggs and millet porridge for meals. To attract people, she even set a steamer at the front door of the restaurant. Whenever someone came by and saw the golden-colored rice buns, they would ask what these were. The more they asked, the more they tasted—the better her breakfasts sold.

While selling breakfast, why worry about having few people at noon by promoting the newly added noodles?

Heh, Shen Xiaoyu has one thousand recipes. Was the culinary school for nothing? Was earning the second-level chef title for nothing? Were all those years of running a restaurant also fake?

Prince Zhao, right?

Come at me with whatever big moves you have, and let’s see if I can handle them.

Meanwhile, the spicy small potatoes that Yaya had been eagerly waiting for also made their grand entrance. Their farm’s potatoes would not be ready until December, so they asked the farm’s workers to purchase small potatoes in the villages in the suburbs of Beijing. Since they were only buying small potatoes, the prices were extremely cheap, at one copper coin per jin, nearly as good as being given away for free.