"Mom, I'm going to my mom's house and ask her if she has any extra pickles. If not, I'll ask her to help me collect some in the village." Lin Yan guessed that Zhou Chunlan should be home, so he said to Li Yuemei.

Li Yuemei was washing the mold by the well and responded when she heard this.

Lin Yan returned to her mother's house and found the door open. As expected, Amo had returned.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Zhou Chunlan was sitting in the yard with her head down. Because her back was facing Lin Yan, he couldn't see clearly what she was doing.

"There's a thorn in my hand. I want to pick it out." Zhou Chunlan said without turning her head.

"Let me help you." Lin Yan took a few quick steps forward, ready to take the needle from Amo's hand.

Zhou Chunlan carefully pinched a small thorn between her right index finger and thumb and blew it onto the ground. "No need, I've already picked it out. Brother Yan, why are you here?"

"I've changed to a new dish, spicy and sour chicken offal, and I need pickled cabbage, pickled ginger, and pickled radish. How many do you have?" Lin Yan explained his purpose.

Zhou Chunlan took him to the utility room to take a look. There was a large jar of each kind. Lin Yan was surprised and said, "Mo, how come you made so many?"

"When the Chinese New Year was approaching last year, I somehow felt that you would need it, so I pickled a lot of it, including pickled beans and pickled cabbage." Zhou Chunlan's pickle jar is the kind of big jar that holds wine. One jar contains a lot of pickles, and it is estimated that they can be used for several months.

"Okay, then I'll buy it according to the market price." Brothers should settle accounts clearly and not let Ah Mo suffer any loss.

Zhou Chunlan waved her hand and said, "No, no, just use it."

Lin Yan pretended to be angry and frowned, "If you don't accept it, I'll go buy it from somewhere else."

Zhou Chunlan, who knew him well, rolled her eyes at him and said, "Okay, but just give me the cost price, not the market price."

After hearing this, Lin Yan smiled and took Zhou Chunlan's hand, "Mom is the best."

"Oh, I brought some chicken giblets. Keep them for yourself." Lin Yan handed over the basket. He had bought an extra portion of chicken giblets today.

"Do you put the same things you just mentioned in your spicy and sour chicken offal?" Zhou Chunlan also wanted to try it.

"Yeah, add some red pepper. Or stir-frying sour beans and chicken giblets would be delicious too."

Zhou Chunlan took the chicken offal and set it aside, planning to deal with it later. "I'll give you some to use first. Go buy a few medium-sized jars tomorrow and fill them up and bring them to the store."

Finally, Lin Yan took a large bowl of sour food home, his mouth watering all the way.

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"Boss, do you have the spicy and sour chicken offal today?" Li Sixi shouted as he approached the shop door. Lin Yan had just finished preparing lunch and quickly replied, "Yes, yes, yes. You came at the right time. It's fresh out of the pot."

Li Sixi was overjoyed and called Wu Liuhai to come in quickly, "We want two servings of chicken offal and a vegetarian winter melon."

Soon, the spicy and sour chicken rice bowl arrived. Li Sixi mixed it briefly and scooped up a large mouthful. "It's delicious!" he praised generously. The aroma of this dish was overwhelming. He had been thinking about it since yesterday and now he finally got to eat it. Wu Liuhai was no less eager to eat, and his mouth never stopped. The sight of the two eating attracted passersby, and soon the shop was full.

Stir-fried bean curd with pork and spicy and sour chicken offal were the most popular. Some people wanted to have both and asked Lin Yan if they could have a combination. Lin Yan quickly said yes, so many people ordered a combination and both dishes were sold out before 3 p.m.

"Looks like we'll have to order more tomorrow," Lin Yan said, wiping his sweat. There's still a little minced meat and tofu left, so we need to add ten more samples of each dish. We need to be able to sell them until at least 3 p.m. After all, many people don't eat lunch on time, so there are still many people out looking for food in the afternoon, especially at the market.

There will be another market tomorrow, so we can prepare twenty more. We can prepare ten more on weekdays. Let’s decide this for now and see how the situation goes.