Chapter 111 Are they going to let her farm?

No one could answer Ji Qingzhi's doubts. She clicked on the screen and saw that she already had a thousand points. She couldn't help but wonder, because she was rewarded with 600 points when the braised food was made, so there would be no reward after selling these?

This kind of doubt continued until the next person came to buy braised food. Sure enough, the points screen remained motionless. Ji Qingzhi no longer paid attention to the points and began to put the braised water, which had just been put into the basin and had completely cooled down, into the refrigerator. She couldn't help but wonder if she would still have 600 points if she continued to use this braising water to make braised food next time.

When Zhang Shuai brought the egg custard back, Meng Meng had already fallen asleep. He was a little surprised: "Why did she fall asleep?"

"He fell asleep because he was tired of crying." Huang Jing said with a sigh. Although the little guy was only one year old, he had a very stubborn temper. She made him milk powder, but he just refused to eat. He kept calling "Dandan" while crying, and fell asleep after a while.

"You can eat the egg custard. It will be cold by the time she wakes up." Zhang Shuai said as he handed the egg custard in his hand to Huang Jing. Thinking of the fragrance he smelled in the store, he got up and took the disposable lunch box on the table. Inside was the braised food that Ji Qingzhi asked Uncle Wu to give them.

"Is it delicious?" Huang Jing asked after seeing him take a bite.

"It's delicious, but a little salty." Zhang Shuai prefers light taste.

"Let me try." After swallowing the egg custard in her mouth, Huang Jing reached out and took a chicken wing.

The smell of the braised food was very overbearing. As soon as the box was opened, the smell filled the air. She took a bite and the meat was tender and full of braised flavor. She nodded as she ate: "It tastes good. Let's buy some before we go to the high-speed rail station to eat on the train."

They were traveling from the neighboring city. The high-speed rail ride takes 50 minutes. They originally planned to buy some snacks to kill time, but now they have a new option.

"I think it's okay." Zhang Shuai nodded.

Therefore, Ji Qingzhi soon welcomed regular customers again. Probably without the attraction of points, Ji Qingzhi was not very interested in these marinated dishes. However, when she met Huang Jing's bright eyes, she couldn't help but straighten her eyes: "Today's marinade is newly brewed, you can try to see if there is any difference from the previous ones."

"Okay." Huang Jing became interested. She has had a very sensitive tongue since she was a child. Even if it is the same restaurant, the taste is slightly different every time she goes there. Unfortunately, every time she brings it up, everyone looks at her with a look of "Is that so?" I think their expressions are similar, so when she heard Ji Qingzhi actively asked her to taste the difference between the two before, she immediately became interested.

Mengmeng, who had just woken up, had forgotten her obsession before going to bed and was drinking milk in big gulps. Until she saw the chicken wings in Huang Jing's hand, she began to reach out and called Huang Jing, trying to get her attention.

The one-year-old child has begun to be interested in adult food, and they have just started to add salt to her various complementary foods. Occasionally, they will let her lick the adults' food to let her taste it, so Mengmeng is becoming more and more interested in adult food.

Huang Jing had already started eating. She took a bite of the wing and then slowly compared the taste with the previous one. She then raised her eyes to look at Ji Qingzhi and carefully compared the difference between the two stews: "Personally, I like this one better. The previous one was a bit too salty. This one is moderately salty and you can even smell a hint of spice."

"Has anyone ever told you that you have a great sense of taste?" Ji Qingzhi looked at Huang Jing who was talking in front of her, as if she saw herself in the past. Every time Old Ji made something delicious, he would leave a small plate for her, let her eat it, and then test her what he added to it. That was the happiest time for her.

"Many people say this, but it doesn't seem to be of much use." Huang Jing spread her hands. Every time she pointed out a subtle difference, everyone thought it made no difference.

"If my dad had met you when he was a child, he would have definitely asked you to become his apprentice." Ji Qingzhi's eyes were filled with smiles. Another reason for the decline of Ji's restaurant was probably because Old Ji had not accepted suitable apprentices. If he had an apprentice that satisfied him, he would not have felt that Ji's restaurant would end in his hands. Thinking of this, Ji Qingzhi actually felt a little regretful.

Huang Jing smiled but said nothing. Although she had a keen sense of taste, she had no interest in being a chef. Mengmeng was still behind her, clamoring for the chicken wings in her hand. She turned around and put the food to Mengmeng's mouth, letting her take a sip, then quickly took it out.

Mengmeng, who had just tasted the delicious food, was still immersed in the aroma of the stew, when the meat in her mouth suddenly disappeared. She burst into tears, and Huang Jing sped up her hands and finally handed a chicken wing bone to Mengmeng.

Meng Meng got the chicken wing bone and put it in her mouth busily to taste it. The chicken wing bone was thoroughly flavored. Since she couldn't bite it, she licked it instead and was busy having fun.

Ji Qingzhi couldn't help laughing when she saw this. After Huang Jing came out after washing her hands, she looked up and asked, "How much do you want to weigh?"

"Two pounds, let's pack them separately." They would eat one pound on the high-speed train and take the other one back, which would serve as a dish in the evening.

Upon hearing this, Aunt Liu put on gloves and started to weigh the items. She then handed her two bags. Huang Jing took the bags and looked at Ji Qingzhi, looking as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself.

"Is there anything else?" Ji Qingzhi was a little confused.

"Boss, I want to ask how you steam your egg custard. Mengmeng really likes the egg custard here." Huang Jing felt a little embarrassed after saying this, but she really had no choice, because Mengmeng was a rice dregs.

"It's mainly about the force with which you beat the egg liquid. Remember to add some lard when adding warm water." Ji Qingzhi said and repeated the detailed steps.

Different people have different ways of making the same recipe. Different people will naturally produce different tastes when making the same recipe, so this is all she can help with.

"Thank you, boss." Huang Jing was surprised and thanked him quickly. She thought, she is such a good person, how could those black fans have the heart to blacken her? The next time she meets black fans, she must battle with them.

"It's okay, as long as the kids like it." Ji Qingzhi said in a gentle tone.

After the family of three left, Ji Qingzhi glanced at the braised food on the tray and was unsure whether she could sell all of it today. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but frown. If she had known earlier, she would try again tomorrow. The first principle of Ji's Restaurant is food safety, and cooked food cannot be left overnight.

But soon Ji Qingzhi realized that her worries were unnecessary. In the neighborhood group of Boulevard Road, Nie Yuanyuan posted pictures of braised food. It looked very tempting. The neighbors of Boulevard Road all knew that Ji Yuanfu’s braised food was excellent, but it was a pity that he didn’t make it often.

Everyone knows that the Ji family has old brine, so the taste must be good. Just after Huang Jing and her family of three left, the old men and women who were not working on Linyin Road began to patronize Ji's restaurant.

The remaining braised food was quickly bought up, and the people who came after him basically got nothing. It was the first time that Ji Qingzhi knew that braised food was so popular on Linyin Road.

"Qingzhi, will there be any braised food tomorrow?" The person asking the question was Jiang Wei, who was eight years older than Ji Qingzhi and worked in a company in the city center. God knows how greedy he was when he saw the picture of Nie Yuanyuan's hair in the group in the afternoon.

"Brother Wei, it depends on the situation." Ji Qingzhi was not sure whether he would get points if he continued to do it, so his answer was a little vague.

"Okay, can you leave a portion for me next time you make it?" Jiang Wei pleaded. For a foodie, the greatest pain is that there are some things that you can see but cannot eat.

Ji Qingzhi was amused by his appearance: "Okay."

"Then it's settled." Jiang Wei transferred the deposit immediately, and even Ji Qingzhi couldn't stop him due to his quick action. It was no wonder that Jiang Wei was quick, because Uncle Ji never accepted reservations before, so he was afraid that Ji Qingzhi would regret it.

"Okay." Ji Qingzhi responded somewhat helplessly. It would have been fine if he hadn't received the deposit. After receiving the deposit, he would still do some more tomorrow, otherwise he would always be thinking about this matter.

Although he didn't buy the braised food, Jiang Wei was still satisfied when he left, at least he had made a reservation.

It was getting darker and there were fewer and fewer people outside, so Ji Qingzhi asked Aunt Liu to go back first as she was planning to close the shop. Compared to the bright lights and nightlife in the city, there were almost no people in the suburbs after dark.

Aunt Liu wiped her hands and took off her apron. To be honest, this job was a lot easier than before, so easy that she felt a little embarrassed.

She glanced at Ji Qingzhi and saw that she was not anxious because of the lack of business, so she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Aunt Liu had cleaned the store before she left. Ji Qingzhi calculated today's turnover at the front desk. Although she didn't expect the restaurant to make money, it couldn't lose money. She looked down and didn't expect that the most profitable item today was the braised food.

No wonder there are so many braised food stalls outside. Her prices today are in the name of rewarding customers, and the prices are not high, but after making a pot of braised food, she still makes a 20% profit. It would be great if the points could be calculated like this.

Before she retired from the entertainment industry, Ji Qingzhi often suffered from insomnia. Since returning here, she not only no longer suffers from insomnia, but can fall asleep as soon as she lies down. She moved her wrist that she had used to shake the pot today. It seems that she needs to train more in the future. Speaking of which, after moving back to the Ji family's courtyard, she felt that her body had become two degrees lighter.

Before going to bed, she took a look at the information about Old Ji sent by the hospital. It was still the same as before. She suddenly thought of the thousands of points she had accumulated and wanted to exchange them for something that could alleviate Old Ji's condition. However, the points that could be exchanged on the screen all started at tens of thousands. How stingy! Ji Qingzhi couldn't help but complain in her heart.

During the day, he was still feeling complacent about his thousands of points, but now Ji Qingzhi could only sigh. The cheapest sleeping pill required 10,000 points, and the refreshing pill required 50,000 points. If he wanted to exchange for the refreshing pill, he would need 49,000 points. This was really a distant number.

Probably because she was still talking about points before going to bed, that night Ji Qingzhi's dream was full of various points, all of which fell on the ground. She picked them up with great joy. After waking up, she saw the one thousand points on the light screen and she couldn't help but sigh. It was indeed a dream.

At this moment, the mechanical voice in my head sounded again: "Ding, grow shallots, and get 800 points as a reward."

Upon hearing this, Ji Qingzhi sat up with a somersault. Growing green onions? If it was really what she thought, it meant that she not only had to flip the pot, but also had to start farming?