"Have you heard? The taxes are going to increase again," a rumor spread through the village.
"I've heard. It's those evil seasiders. They've taken over our country!" Another villager clenched his farming tools angrily.
"Sigh … How are we going to survive like this …" Aunt Mary was Jehanne's neighbor. She was a very friendly aunt.
"Don't talk about it. Who knows how many people in this village will survive next winter?" The uncle who had just finished his farm work wiped the sweat off his forehead.
Jehanne lowered her head. She was still young, but she understood. Her country was gone, and the original noble was sent to the gallows. Then, another noble stood up.
The new aristocrat had increased the taxes. Her father had a bitter expression on his face when he was eating pizza yesterday.
"Mom, I'm going out." Jehanne was holding a bunch of woven flowers. She was going to the magical restaurant yesterday to return what she owed.
"Be careful. Don't leave the village. There's an orphan girl. She left the village yesterday to look for food and never came back." Isabella looked at her daughter worriedly.
His daughter said that a miracle had happened yesterday. However, that strange bag was indeed a magical thing. Moreover, that thing called pizza was really delicious.
There was also meat. Most importantly, the meat was quite delicious. God knew how long it had been since Isabella had eaten meat.
"Don't worry, mom. The place I'm going to is safer," Jehanne replied with a smile.
She did not think that anything dangerous would happen at the magical restaurant, especially with the gentle manager.
If there was a God, then the manager must be the archangel, right?
The young Jeanne Dark quickly ran to the magical restaurant. She couldn't wait to see the magical store manager again.
"Manager, do you know how to make Goubuli Bun?" Betty looked at Chen Ze expectantly.
"Goubuli Bun? What bun are you talking about? "Chen Ze raised his head. He did not expect Betty to ask about this.
"Goubuli Bun." Betty blinked her eyes in confusion. Wasn't Goubuli Bun just Goubuli Bun?
"Goubuli Bun is the name of a shop, not the name of the bun. You have to tell me what kind of filling you want me to know if I know how to make it." Chen Ze pursed his lips. He remembered that when he was young, he naively thought that Goubuli was the name of a type of steamed bun.
"If that's the case … then why are they called Goubuli Bun? Is it because dogs ignore people while eating? " Betty was very curious. When she heard the name Goubuli Bun, she was especially curious about the meaning of this name.
"That's not the case. It's said that the previous manager of the Goubuli Bun Shop was called Gouzi, and the buns he made were very delicious. As more and more people came, Gouzi didn't have time to talk to the old customers. Then, the old customers laughed and said that Gouzi was selling buns without paying attention to people, so it became Goubuli Bun Shop," Chen Ze explained.
"Is that so …" Betty nodded her head as if she understood something.
"Also, the current Goubuli Bun is no longer the authentic Goubuli Bun. The previous store is long gone, and the current one is a new one. However, the taste is not very good, and the price is very expensive." Chen Ze shook his head. The previous Goubuli Bun, before it was lost, might have been really delicious.
However, the current Goubuli Bun was sold for 35 yuan per bun. The locals of Tianjin basically didn't eat their buns. They were all sold to foreigners.
"I'm so disappointed. If only I could eat the authentic Goubuli Bun." Betty wiped her saliva. She had heard that the Goubuli Bun was very delicious.
"There's no way. I don't have the recipe, and there's no way to restore it." Chen Ze shook his head. This was the disadvantage of his system. There was no recipe, and it wouldn't provide a recipe.
There were so many long-lost famous dishes in Hua Xia. However, the recipe was lost, and no one knew how to make the entire dish.
Therefore, Chen Ze had a special opinion of the previous chef. A dish was hidden here and there, and in the end, it was hidden in a tomb. He didn't know if it was cooked for the King of Hell.
"Mr. Store Manager, these are the flowers you asked for!" Jeanne Dark pushed the door open and walked in. The faint fragrance of flowers filled the restaurant.
"Wow, Jeanne is so good. She made such beautiful flowers." Betty walked out and touched the flowers on the table happily.
"No …" Jeanne lowered her head shyly. Her flowers were not as beautiful as Sister Fina's.
Chen Ze also walked out. He had a question to ask Jeanne. After all, it was related to whether he needed to feel guilty.
"Jeanne, that … where are you from?" Chen Ze asked.
"Eh? I'm from France. "Although Jeanne was a little surprised why Chen Ze would ask this question, she still answered.
"It's really a Frenchman …" Chen Ze couldn't help but cover his forehead. It was basically Saint Joan of Arc who couldn't run away.
"So … France will drive England away in the future because of Jeanne …" Chen Ze shook his head, but he forgot a problem.
That was, his voice was not low now, and Jeanne heard it.
This … What is Mr. Store Manager talking about? France drove England … England away? Is it because of me?
She was now more and more convinced that Chen Ze was a god. After all, only gods knew about the future.
At this moment, a seed was planted in Jeanne's heart.
A seed to overthrow England.
"Jeanne's flowers are so beautiful. What do you want to eat today? You can also exchange them with flowers. "Chen Ze handed the flowers to Betty and asked Betty to put them on each table in turn.
"Mr. Store Manager, can I eat yesterday's pizza?" Jeanne looked at Chen Ze expectantly. Yesterday's pizza was the best.
It was delicious, and there was meat. The most important thing was that it was filling. Jeanne only ate one slice and she felt full.
In the era of hunger, being able to eat was a very happy thing.
"Pizza? That's fine, but there are also steamed buns. Do you want to try it? "Chen Ze had a bold idea.
He wanted to try to develop a steamed bun by himself. His ultimate goal was to achieve the Goubuli Steamed Bun that was praised by the empress dowager.
Chen Ze wanted to see what kind of steamed bun was worthy of that sentence.
"Wild beasts in the mountains, wild geese in the clouds, cows and horses on the land, fresh from the sea. Goubuli Steamed Bun is not as fragrant as Goubuli Steamed Bun. Eating it will make you live longer."
"What's a steamed bun?" Jeanne had never heard of this name.
"It's a kind of pasta with a lot of meat." Chen Ze smiled and threw out his trump card.
"Jeanne … Jeanne still wants to eat pizza!"
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