Chapter 31

Su Guoer: "It's mutton soup. Look, it's already boiled into a milky white color. It has a strong meaty flavor. Feel free to try it. If it doesn't taste good, I won't charge you."

When the young man heard that they didn't charge money, his eyes lit up: "Seriously?" "Then give me a bowl." There were so many places selling mutton soup in the city of Bianjing, and he had eaten at dozens of them, if not hundreds. He had never seen any stall owner dare to make such a boast.

I have to try this no matter what, not for the loss, but for the courage of this young lady.

Su Guoer quickly grabbed a handful of chopped mutton and mutton offal and put them into the bowl and rinsed them with hot soup twice. Then she picked up a large spoon and scooped two spoonfuls of mutton soup with mutton fat in it. Finally, she grabbed some chopped green onions and sprinkled them on top.

Suddenly, the smell came out and hit the boy in the face, making him feel extremely hungry. He wanted to drink the mutton soup right there.

Finally, under Su Guoer's guidance, he entered the store. When he entered, he saw a middle-aged man holding chopsticks, drinking soup while picking up something on the plate and eating it with relish.

His attention was not on the dish, but on the middle-aged man's mutton soup which was almost empty.

He added some coriander to his mutton soup, which made it look a little brighter in color, but it was no different from his mutton soup, with the same amount of meat.

He picked up the bowl in front of him and took a sip of the mutton soup. After one sip, he was shocked by the taste of the mutton soup. Apart from anything else, how did this young lady retain the freshness of the mutton while removing the mutton smell?

He was very puzzled, but now he finally understood why the young lady dared to make such a boast. The taste of this mutton soup must be ranked among the top ten in Bianjing City, and it is not inferior to the "Lao Yang Mutton Soup Restaurant" on the west street of the city!

If it weren't so far from where he worked, he would have to make a detour to have a bowl of soup. But now that he had the mutton soup from Su Ji Fresh Food Restaurant, he might not have to walk so far in the future, he thought, and then he picked up the bowl and drank it in big gulps. Finally, he took out half a Hu pancake from his pocket, broke it into pieces and kneaded it into the soup. It tasted very delicious.

A dozen more people came into the store. It wasn't a big crowd. Compared to the people at the mutton soup stall over there, there were still fewer people on Su Guoer's side.

But it didn't matter. Not everyone likes to try new things. Her shop was barely famous, and people didn't know if her mutton soup was good, so they naturally didn't want to try it. As she sold it for a while, she would have regular customers.

But the pot stickers are selling well.

To the left of Su Guoer was a stall selling tofu. Many people would stop by to ask Su Guoer what she was selling when they were buying tofu pudding. Su Guoer took the opportunity to let them taste it, and she sold quite a few. Soon, two large pots of pot stickers were sold out.

She turned on the stove, put some more pot stickers in, and fried them over high heat, cooking them right outside. The onlookers were amazed. Regardless of whether they had bought food from Su Guoer's or not, they all ran over to watch. Some stood by with their bowls in hand, while others ate pot stickers and came closer to watch.

The recipe for these pot stickers is clear at a glance.

Su Guoer didn't hide it at all.

Pot stickers are actually very simple to make. You can tell how they are made just by looking at the appearance. Anyone who knows a little bit about it can copy them. She has nothing to hide.

He just did it so casually at the door, and others who saw it had to admire him!

The food she makes will be distributed to people who come to watch and taste it. As a result, Su Guoer's shop has become somewhat famous.

Regardless of anything else, at least they all know that a young lady has come to Qingyan Street. The young lady's cooking skills are amazing. Coupled with the braised meat last night, I believe her shop's reputation will spread quickly.

People came up soon. The trackers and warriors in this area almost all started working at the same time, so the flow of customers was mainly concentrated at that moment. There were too many people, which made Su Guoer more determined to recruit a few guys today, otherwise she would be too busy.

Fortunately, there was Pang Ya. When she turned around, she saw Pang Ya using bamboo tongs to pick up pot stickers for customers. She didn't seem tired at all and was very serious when picking up the food. She felt very relieved and decided to make her some delicious food to replenish her energy after she finished her work.

A quarter of an hour later, when the crowd gradually dispersed, Su Guoer breathed a sigh of relief. She turned around to look at the ingredients on the stall. There were not many left. She couldn't even make a whole pot, and the mutton soup was also gone.

It’s just right to wait and sell for a while, she is not in a hurry anyway.

I brought the vegetables I bought yesterday and sat on the doorstep to pick them.

A full plate of pot stickers was given to Pang Ya for her to eat first. She did not stop what she was doing, picking vegetables while watching the traffic in the distance.

The area bordering Qingyan Street is Imperial Street, where you'd often see carriages pulled by white horses speeding toward the palace gates. People might stop to buy something on the street before entering, or perhaps enjoy a bowl of clove wontons. The wonton shop Su Guoer ate at earlier was said to be a favorite treat for the aristocracy before going to court, always stopping for a bowl before leaving.

Fill your stomach to get through the difficult time.

Just as she was thinking about it, four or five carriages stopped on the side of the street, but they were not heading for Su Guoer's stall. Her stall was still some distance away from the Imperial Street. Generally speaking, they would not let the carriages turn and move forward.

Su Guoer watched them buy a few bowls of mutton soup from the mutton stall diagonally opposite her house, and after paying them the money, they drove away in their carriage without stopping at all.

The owner of the stall next door also accepted the reward with a smile.

I guess what he gave me is more valuable than that bowl of mutton soup.

Such a good thing would not be hers anyway, so there was no point in looking at it any longer. Su Guoer lowered her head and continued to pick the vegetables in her hand, thinking that she would stir-fry some vegetables with the oil residue later. There were so many oil residues left over from refining the oil yesterday, and they would taste great when mixed with these green vegetables!

Here comes another...

A servant got off a carriage parked on the street next to Daxiangguo Temple and hurriedly crossed the road to the mutton stall opposite to bring back a bowl of mutton soup to fill the stomach of his master.

There were quite a lot of carriages coming during that period of time, so he had to park his carriage a little further away and get off to buy mutton soup himself.

But before I could get far, I heard my master say, "Is there anything else to eat around here? I'm tired of the mutton soup and the clove wontons and candied fruits. Buy me some fresh food, something delicious that I won't get tired of."

The voice sounded a little vicissitudes of life, and sounded like an old man. He was indeed an old man, with a white beard, but the spirit on his face was still there. At this moment, he was sitting in the carriage with his eyes closed to rest. After hearing the movement of his servant, he lifted the curtain and said this.