A farming master in Stardew Valley

Chapter 702: What if I’m a good cook?

On the other side, Leon took a picnic basket and rode his bicycle towards the Stardrop Salon. He first returned the picnic basket to Guts, and then went to the Blue Moon Vineyard. He used the key given to him by Sophia to open the door, entered the kitchen, found the door of the wine cellar, opened it, and went in to get two bottles of Blue Moon wine.

What surprised him was that he could actually put the two bottles of wine directly into the system backpack, which meant that he really owned the two bottles of wine.

Lyon couldn't help but try it, and found that he could put all the wine in the wine cellar into the system backpack without any hindrance.

This is terrifying, as it means that the system recognizes that Lyon owns all the wine here.

Fortunately, Leon was not a thief who was short of money. In the end, he only took two bottles of Blue Moon wine and left Sofia's big house. He even locked the door before leaving.

The last stop was Clint's blacksmith shop. After knocking twice, Clint opened the door for Leon.

"How is it? Does it meet your requirements?"

As soon as he entered the room, Clint couldn't wait to point at the triangular fire pit stand that had been built next to the counter and the large iron pot on it and asked Leon.

Leon didn't answer immediately. Instead, he stepped forward and picked up the iron pot. Looking at the mirror-smooth bottom, the weight that felt right in his hand, and the perfect thickness, he looked at Clint in surprise and asked, "Did you polish it with sandpaper?"

"It was hammered out one hammer at a time. As for why it is so smooth and you can't see the hammer marks, that's our exclusive secret recipe." Clint answered proudly.

"sharp."

Leon gave Clint a thumbs up. He didn't use sandpaper, but only a hammer to make the bottom of the pot so smooth. Clint really had something.

"And I've made some additional optimizations so that this iron pot can be heated evenly regardless of the size of the fire," Clint added.

"That's really helpful, thanks Clint." Lyon was even more satisfied with the iron pot after hearing the good news.

"It's okay, as long as you're satisfied. Do you want to go to the bar for a drink together tonight?" Clint asked.

"No, there are guests at home and I have to entertain them, so I'll leave first." Leon shook his head, and at the same time hesitant whether to persuade Clint not to go to the bar. After all, Emily was not in the bar tonight.

"Forget it, go and get busy." Clint didn't try to persuade him much after hearing that.

Leon nodded, put away the iron pot and the fire pit stand, and left the blacksmith shop.

But he was not in a hurry to go back, but rode north and visited John.

"What would you like to order?" John was as calm as ever when he saw Leon appear.

"Do you have lard? I also want some greasy pig skin." Leon asked.

"I have all of them, but why do you always like to use these weird scraps?" Even though John doesn't like to talk much, he couldn't help but complain when facing Leon, a guy who has completely different needs from other meat-selling customers.

"Maybe my cooking skills are better than theirs, so I'm not picky about the ingredients. Instead, I can discover their unique features." Leon answered shamelessly.

John did not refute, but silently found what Leon wanted. A large piece of lard was served first, followed by a whole piece of pig skin with fat, which was so big that it was comparable to a bath towel.

"It's too big. I only need a small piece." Leon explained quickly. "A small piece? Is that enough?" John asked.

"It's not for eating, it's for cooking." Lyon added.

"?" The word "open the pot" was unfamiliar to John after all, but since Leon asked, he didn't hesitate and cut a small piece of pig skin the size of a rag: "Is this enough?"

"Enough, enough, let's calculate the price." Lyon nodded and prepared to pay.

"Um, just give me 20G." John thought for a moment and replied.

"Ah?" The price was surprisingly cheap. After all, Lyon estimated that this large plate of lard weighed about 15 kilograms.

"These are generally scraps that are processed at a low price. Not much lard can be used, and only the small piece in the center is needed. This piece has the most core fat ball cut off in advance. The rest is generally sold to recyclers." John explained.

"Okay, just don't lose money."

Lyon did not try to persuade them much, as it was good to have a cheaper price. However, as for those who only wanted to buy the small piece in the center when buying lard, Lyon could only say that they were being picky. After all, lard was lard, and no matter how you looked at the piece in the middle, there was no difference between it and other lard.

"Goodbye." After collecting the money and packing it in Leon's bag, John continued to busy himself with his own business.

Lyon put the things into the system backpack and rode his bicycle back quickly.

When they returned to the farm, Robin had already gone back. Leon took out the fire pit stand and the iron pot and placed them outside the house. After all, it was not safe to keep these things in the house. Although the walls were made of stone bricks, the floor and furniture in the house were all made of wood. If they were ignited by sparks from the fire pit, it would be a big trouble.

After putting his things away, Leon entered the house and saw Abigail and the others sitting on the sofa watching TV. When they saw Leon come back, the girls stood up and asked Leon if he needed help.

Leon thought for a moment, and then decided to ask them for help. After all, the crayfish still needed to be washed, and then the heads and shrimp threads had to be removed. If he did this job alone, he was afraid of delaying dinner time.

Hearing that Lyon had a need, the girls immediately came over to help. Lyon found a large basin and started taking out the crayfish from the backpack. Then he found scissors and a brush and taught the girls how to handle the crayfish.

First, give these crayfish a full body scrub with clean water, then pinch the shrimp tail and pull out the shrimp thread, finally remove the cephalothorax, pick out the internal organs and shrimp brain, leaving only the shrimp tail, legs and claws, and cut off the swimming legs under the shrimp tail.

It was a simple operation and the girls learned it quickly, except that they didn’t have enough scissors.

"You guys go in and rest, I'll be fine."

In the absence of sufficient tools, Abigail spoke first.

"Can you handle it? You're alone, so we should lend a hand. At worst, we can just do it manually." Emily suggested.

"I can handle it, don't worry." Abigail nodded with a smile, then motioned Sophia to greet the others. After all, they were family members, and since she, the hostess, was busy, Sophia, the younger sister, naturally had to take on the responsibility of taking care of the guests.

Sophia did not refuse. Instead, she happily pulled Leah, Emily and Haley and half-pushed and half-shoved them back into the house. Although Emily still wanted to help, she had no choice but to go back into the house and wait under Sophia's coercion.

(End of this chapter)