Waking up, Zheng Baozhu transmigrated to the 1980s, marrying a divorced man with a child and becoming a military wife in the family compound.
Fortunately, the other party also opposed arrange...
Song Zhiting said: "The taste is okay, but the price is too expensive. When the tide is low in Dongxian Island, you can pick up seafood at will. Let the kitchen team go to the beach in the morning to pick up some."
The next day, the army canteen also made shredded squid. Although the taste was good, after being on the island for so long, everyone ate seafood like cabbage.
Captain Qian said, "They are all squid, why is the taste so different? No wonder they sell it at such a high price."
Song Zhiting didn't think so: "It should be because of the seasoning. Next time, I'll buy some for Lao Li from the kitchen team to taste and figure out the ingredients."
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On the weekend, Song Zhiting arrived at Zhaozhuang Market early.
There is no market today, but he heard that the little girl selling shredded squid comes every day.
Soon, Zheng Baozhu came with a backpack on her back. Seeing Song Zhiting there, Zheng Baozhu was stunned for a moment, then pretended nothing had happened and put the backpack down.
Song Zhiting came over and took out money: "Give me a portion of shredded squid."
Zheng Baozhu said, "I'm sorry, today's squid strips are reserved."
Song Zhiting saw people coming to buy squid strips one after another, and they also paid in cash, so he asked, "Did they also make reservations?"
Zheng Baozhu nodded: "The quantity I make every day is limited, and these customers didn't buy it yesterday."
The customer said, "Yes, my wife is pregnant and she likes this dish. If you don't make a reservation, you can't buy it.
Song Zhiting said: "I'll reserve one too. I'll have someone come buy it tomorrow."
Zheng Baozhu said: "The seasoning is all used up. I need to spend time mixing it. I won't sell it tomorrow."
"So when will you come again?"
"I don't know. I have other things to do during this period and I don't have time to do it."
Zheng Baozhu felt very happy when she saw Song Zhiting returning disappointed.
You little bastard, why don’t you get a divorce soon? You still want to eat the food I cook. You’re so flattering!
I would rather not make any money than sell it to you!