"Have you heard? Taxes are going to increase again," the villagers whispered among themselves.
"I heard. It’s those evil coastal people, they’ve occupied our country!" another villager said angrily, clenching the farming tool in his hand.
"Ah, how are we going to survive this..." Aunt Mary, Ronna’s neighbor, was a very enthusiastic woman.
"Let’s not talk about it. Who knows how many of us will live to see next winter," the uncle who had just finished farming work wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Ronna kept her head down. She was young, but she understood that her country was gone, the forr nobles had been sent to the gallows, and then another noble took their place.
The new noble had increased taxes, and her father had a look of worry on his face while eating pizza yesterday.
"Mom, I’m going out," Ronna said, holding a bunch of woven flowers. She was going to that magical restaurant from yesterday to repay what she owed.
"Be careful and don’t leave the village. A little orphan girl went out yesterday looking for food and never ca back," Isabella said, looking at her daughter with concern.
Her daughter claid that a miracle had occurred yesterday, but that strange bag was indeed a miraculous thing, and that thing called "pizza" was really delicious.
And it had at, the taste of which was quite good. God knows how long it had been since Isabella had last tasted at.
"Don’t worry, Mom. The place I’m going to is even safer," Ronna replied with a smile to her mother’s words.
That magical restaurant, she didn’t think anything dangerous would happen there, especially with that gentle manager.
If there really were a God, then surely the manager must be the Archangel, right?
The young Ronna Dake ran quickly to that magical restaurant, eager to see the magical manager again.
"Manager, do you make Goubuli buns?" Betty asked Chen Ze expectantly.
"Goubuli buns? What are you talking about?" Chen Ze looked up, caught off guard by Betty’s question.
"Just Goubuli buns," Betty said, blinking in confusion. Aren’t Goubuli buns just Goubuli buns?
"’Goubuli’ is the na of a shop, not the na of the buns. Tell what filling you’re talking about, and then I’ll know if I can make it," Chen Ze replied with a slight smirk, recalling his own childhood misconception that ’Goubuli’ referred to a specific type of bun.
"So that’s it... But why are they called Goubuli buns? Is it because even dogs would ignore people while eating them?" Betty was curious, having always wondered about the origin of the na ever since she heard it.
"Not exactly. It’s said that the forr owner of the Goubuli buns shop was called ’Gouzi’, and he made such delicious buns that more and more people ca. Gouzi had no ti to chat with his regular custors, so they joked that ’Gouzi makes buns without acknowledgnt’, which eventually turned into Goubuli buns," Chen Ze explained.
"I see..." Betty nodded, sowhat understanding.
"Moreover, the current Goubuli buns aren’t the authentic ones any longer. The original shop is long gone, and the new one is just that—new, and the taste isn’t that great, not to ntion the exorbitant prices," Chen Ze shook his head, recalling the ti before the authenticity of Goubuli buns was lost, perhaps when they were truly delicious.
Nowadays, the Goubuli buns, sold at thirty-five per bun, are largely avoided by the locals in Tianjin and are mainly sold to tourists.
"What a disappointnt. It would be so nice to taste the authentic Goubuli buns," Betty said, wiping her mouth. She had heard that Goubuli buns were very delicious.
"There’s nothing that can be done, I don’t have the recipe, and I can’t replicate it," Chen Ze shook his head. The drawback of his System was that without a recipe, it wouldn’t provide one.
It was truly a sha that so many of the once-famous dishes of Huaxia had been lost over ti, and with the loss of their thods, no one knew how to make them anymore.
So Chen Ze had a complaint about the previous chef, how a dish was hidden and eventually buried with them, leaving no one to know if it was even cooked for Yama.
"Manager sir, here are the flowers you asked for!" Ronna Dake stepped through the door, coming in, and a faint floral fragrance incidentally filled the restaurant.
"Wow, Ronna is amazing, creating such beautiful woven flowers." Betty ca out, joyfully touching the flowers on the table.
"Not at all..." Ronna shyly lowered her head, her woven flowers were not as pretty as Sister Fina’s.
Chen Ze also ca out, he had a question he wanted to ask Ronna, after all, this related to whether he needed to feel guilty or not.
"Ronna, um... where are you from?" Chen Ze asked.
"Eh? I’m from France." Although Ronna found Chen Ze’s question a bit strange, she still answered.
"Really from France, huh..." Chen Ze couldn’t help but cover his forehead with his hand, it was pretty much certain that she was Joan of Arc.
"So... does that an France will drive out England because of Ronna..." Chen Ze shook his head, but he forgot one thing.
That was that his voice wasn’t quiet, and Ronna heard him.
"What... what is the manager saying? France drove away Eng... England? Because of ?"
Now she was even more convinced that Chen Ze was a god, after all, only gods would know the future.
At that mont, a seed was planted in Ronna’s heart.
A seed of overthrowing England.
"The flowers woven by Ronna are so pretty. What would you like to eat today? You can also trade with woven flowers." Chen Ze gave the woven flowers to Betty, who placed them on each table in turn.
"Manager sir, may I have the pizza from yesterday?" Ronna looked at Chen Ze with anticipation, yesterday’s pizza was the tastiest.
It was delicious, and it had at, but most importantly, it was filling, Ronna felt full after just one slice.
In an era of hunger, being able to feel full was a very happy thing.
"Pizza? Sure, but there are also baozi you can try, would you like to give them a go?" Chen Ze had a bold idea.
He wanted to try and develop a type of baozi, with the ultimate goal of achieving recognition by Lao Buddha, akin to the praise Dongpo Pork received.
Chen Ze was quite curious to see what kind of baozi would live up to the saying.
"The beasts in the mountains, the geese in the clouds, the cattle and horses on land, the seafood in the seas, nothing is as aromatic as ’Goubuli’ baozi, eat it for longevity."
"What’s baozi?" Ronna had never heard of this na before.
"It’s a kind of flour-based food, with a lot of at." Chen Ze smiled slyly, throwing out his trump card.
"Ronna... Ronna still wants the pizza!"
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