Chapter 278: Strange Black Thing

Zhuang Qingning followed the steps and pickled the preserved eggs in a jar a few days ago. Because of the addition of the system's secret recipe water, the pickling time of the preserved eggs was shortened. Today is the fourth day and they can be opened.

Wash off the dirt and sawdust on the outside, peel off the shell of the preserved egg, revealing the crystal clear tea-brown egg white inside. Cut it with a knife, and you will find the dark green egg yolk with a thick sugar core that emits a faint fragrance.

It looks like it's marinated perfectly.

Zhuang Qingning used the kitchen knife in his hand to deftly cut the preserved eggs into small crescent-shaped pieces and placed them on a plate. He also picked some green peppers and garlic as seasonings.

"Sister." Zhuang Qingsui, who was originally playing with Snowball, leaned over and stared at the plate of preserved eggs with a frown, "Is this the dish for dinner later?"

"Um."

After receiving a positive answer, Zhuang Qingsui opened her mouth wide, "This... Sister, are you sure this is edible?"

It's a black mass, and it smells weird.

"Not only is it edible, but it's also very delicious. You'll know when you try it later." Zhuang Qingning chopped the green peppers, garlic, etc., while deftly peeling a century egg, cutting it into small pieces, and throwing it into the bubbling white rice porridge.

Put this strange black thing in the porridge? Zhuang Qingsui pushed his chin back.

Is this really... edible?

Can I eat it? Can I eat it? Can I eat it? Zhuang Qingsui felt that his mind was full of this question, especially when the bowl of porridge was placed in front of him. He still didn't dare to move the spoon, but when he thought that this black thing was carefully pickled by his sister at the time, and it was something she said was delicious...

My sister's words are never wrong!

Zhuang Qingsui took a spoon and scooped a spoonful of preserved egg and porridge. He made up his mind, closed his eyes, and stuffed it all into his mouth. He didn't even dare to chew it, and just swallowed it quickly.

Hey, why does it seem that the taste is not as terrible as I imagined? It seems to have a mellow fragrance, and the aftertaste is quite good...

Zhuang Qingsui quickly scooped another spoonful and put it into his mouth.

The egg white is chewy, the egg yolk is rich, and there is a unique fragrance that is hard to describe. I don’t know how to describe the taste for the moment, but there is one thing that Zhuang Qingsui is very sure of.

That is - delicious! "This preserved egg is delicious." Zhuang Qingsui smacked his lips and picked up another piece of preserved egg.

With the addition of vinegar, soy sauce and sesame oil, it has the slight spiciness of chili peppers and the fragrance of minced garlic. Compared with the light flavor of century egg porridge, this dish has a richer taste and is equally delicious.

“It’s delicious!”

Zhuang Qingsui praised again with great affirmation.

"As long as it tastes good." Zhuang Qingning smiled and gave away some of the preserved eggs from the first jar after the meal.

The Wen family and Zhuang Yonghe's family were indispensable. Zhuang Qingning also gave some to Zhuang Jingye. As for the rest, when he went to the town on the second day, Zhuang Qingning took them all and gave them to Zhang Yongchang.

Zhang Yongchang is now the chef of Ruyi Pavilion. Just like when he was in Fushun Building, he is in charge of all the affairs of the kitchen.

When Zhuang Qingning arrived at the backyard of Ruyi Pavilion, Zhang Yongchang was sitting in the yard picking vegetables, together with Lian Rong and Chai Zhengzhen.

The three of them sat together, talking and laughing.

Seeing this, Zhuang Qingning couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.

I have to say that Chai Zheng is really a very good shopkeeper. He does many things together with his employees and does them personally. He does not boss his employees around in any way. Instead, he sticks to the facts and even when there are disputes, he appeals to their emotions and explains things with reason.

Especially after Zhang Yongchang arrived at Ruyi Pavilion, Chai Zhengzhen treated him warmly. In just a few days, he and Zhang Yongchang became like brothers. Zhuang Qingning alone heard Zhang Yongchang praising Chai Zhengzhen several times.

Ruyi Pavilion has been below Fushun Tower for many years. Even though the food is far inferior to that of Fushun Tower, it has still been able to gain a foothold in the whole town. It is indeed true that it has its own unique features.

"Manager Zhuang." Chai Zhengzhen was the first to see Zhuang Qingning. He dusted off his hands and stood up. "I haven't seen Manager Zhuang for a long time. How is everything, Manager Zhuang?"

"All is well. Thank you, Manager Chai, for keeping me in mind." Zhuang Qingning smiled. "I have been busy with the yuba workshop at home these days and have not been to the shop. Today I have some free time, so I came to see Uncle Zhang."

"Okay, you guys chat." Chai Zhengzhen put down his sleeves that he had rolled up when working, and said to Zhang Yongchang, "Then I'll go to the front and take a look first."

"Okay, when I come back later, I'll make you a bowl of hot and sour soup and ask Lian Rong to make you a pancake." Zhang Yongchang said with a smile.

"Okay, I've been missing this smell." Chai Zhengzhen smiled and walked towards the front yard.

Zhuang Qingning came over with a grin, "I was worried that Uncle Zhang wouldn't be able to adapt here, but now it seems that I was overthinking it."

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"That's right. I was worried at first, but as the shopkeeper Chai and Uncle Zhang chatted, they got along better and better, like brothers. Miss Zhuang, to be honest, I think the shopkeeper has a very good relationship with the master. The reason is that the shopkeeper is thick-skinned. You don't know how thick-skinned he is, but he is even thicker than mine. He follows the master all day long, wanting to eat this and that. My master is so soft-hearted that he cooks for him. After cooking and eating, he praises us so much that I can't stand it anymore..."

Lian Rong was talking with saliva flying all over his mouth, his words were full of dissatisfaction, but he couldn't stop smiling on his face.

This kind of hypocrisy, maybe it was also taught by the master and disciple?

Zhuang Qingning looked at Zhang Yongchang with a sly smile.

"Listen to him talking nonsense here. When you see Miss Ning coming, why don't you go and pour her a cup of tea? I think the can of tea that the shopkeeper gave me yesterday is pretty good. Make a cup for Miss Ning." Zhang Yongchang scolded with a smile.

"Okay." Lian Rong went to make tea like a gust of wind.

Zhang Yongchang moved a small stool for Zhuang Qingning to sit on. "But I haven't seen you for a few days. Is the matter of the yuba workshop you just mentioned going well?"

"It's going smoothly. The first batch of yuba has been delivered to major restaurants in the county. Brother Dong, who comes to deliver the goods every day, is now too busy to handle it alone. He brought another person with him and drove two vehicles to deliver the goods."

Zhuang Qingning smiled and said, "Uncle Zhang, let's not talk about that for now. I came here today and brought you some food."

"What food?" Zhang Yongchang was immediately interested when he saw Zhuang Qingning's mysterious look. "Do you have a new recipe?"

"It's not really a recipe. I just made some preserved eggs these days." Zhuang Qingning said as he peeled an egg in his hand and showed it to Zhang Yongchang, "This is it, take a look."

Zhang Yongchang took it and peeled half of the shell, revealing the half-ink duck egg inside. He stared at it for a long time and said, "This thing... is really strange. It's a duck egg, right? You just said it's called a Songhua egg?"

(End of this chapter)