Transmigrating To Ancient Times With A Kitchen

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90 Suspected

The guests all tried it once. Among the 20 guests, 2 could not even stand the degree of mild spiciness. 3 could only accept mild spiciness, 15 could accept medium spiciness, and 5 could accept heavy spiciness.

Among the 5, two said that heavy spiciness was only average spiciness, and could also accept even more spiciness.

However, even the 2 who could not even accept mild spiciness felt that the spiciness was delicious and made people want to eat it again. Seeing that the two were still eager to try it, Jian Qingqing laughed.

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She recorded their reactions and suggestions and planned to adjust the different degrees of spiciness and the amount of stewed meat with each degree of spiciness.

“Okay, if you like it, you are welcome to buy it tomorrow!”

The guests smiled and said, “Of course, of course!”

These guests were all regulars and they liked Jian Qingqing quite a lot. They felt that although this girl was young, she was polite and knew her limits. She spoke funny and treated them with great respect.

With chili, there were many types of stewed vegetables. Stewed duck head, duck heart, duck neck, duck feet, duck intestines, duck wings, chicken wings, and so on. They could be eaten as dishes or as snacks.

Jian’s Food Shop was very famous in Shifeng County, and there was an endless stream of people coming and going every day. It would even be considered successful in modern times. It was not that there had not been rich people who wanted to set their sights on this food shop. After all, these foods were selling so well every day. However, they found out that behind this shop was the County Magistrate, and they had no choice but to give up. Ming Zhiyan was a good official in the eyes of the common people. However, in the eyes of those rich people who did not have good intentions, he was a complete devil.

At the end of October, all the corn, yams, sweet potatoes, and potatoes were collected and piled up in two rooms.

Jian Qingqing took some for Ming Zhiyan to eat. She wanted to get these things over with. After all, she wanted the whole village to plant these crops next year.

Ming Zhiyan looked at the things in the basket that he had never seen before and asked curiously, “What are these things?”

Jian Qingqing smiled like a flower and said, “These are high-yield crops. Each of them can produce more than 500 catties per acre.”

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Hearing this, Ming Zhiyan’s face, which had been calm all these years, cracked a little. He asked in surprise, “What did you say?”

Jian Qingqing repeated the words.

Ming Zhiyan’s face turned completely cold. His sharp eyes stared at Jian Qingqing deeply, as if a ferocious beast was locking its prey tightly.

Jian Qingqing was shocked. A cold light rose behind her back. She asked in a trembling voice, “What, what is it?”

She had never seen anyone with such an imposing manner. Their eyes were filled with murderous intent, as if they could swallow her up in the next second.

Ming Zhiyan had restrained his imposing manner, he asked with a gloomy expression, “Where did you get these things?”

Jian Qingqing finally realized why his expression had changed just now. It seemed that he suspected that there was something wrong with her identity. She had to answer this properly, or she would be accused of being a spy if she was not careful.

She pretended that she did not understand the meaning of his words. She said innocently and happily, “I dug up this yam when I was on the mountain. At that time, I was digging for mushrooms and accidentally dug up these two. You know, at that time, everyone was so hungry that they ate tree roots. How could they care about whether it was poisonous or not? Seeing that it was tender and wet, I boiled it and ate it. I didn’t expect it to taste good. Later, I took it to grow and found that its yield was very high.”

She had planted the yams in the mountains, so she was not afraid that people would check.

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