But I must say, Grandma Huang's pickled vegetable recipe really does taste great.
For a period of time, they survived by eating these pickled vegetables mixed with wild vegetables.
However, only Huang's family knows about this, and they would never undermine Grandma Huang.
The brigade secretary and Village Chief Huang looked at each other, puzzled by Grandma Huang's serious expression.
They had never tasted Grandma Huang's pickled vegetables, and making Grandma Huang a key technical staff member was simply to give Huang Qinqin face.
Moreover, they didn't think that a pickled vegetable could be that delicious. Now that Grandma Huang had brought up a family recipe, they didn't know how to continue the conversation.
Seeing their troubled expressions, Grandma Huang got up and took out some pickled vegetables, intending to let them try them.
Grandma Huang took out a little bit of each of the following: pickled radish, pickled taro stems, pickled cowpeas, and pickled cabbage.
"Come on, Secretary, you all have a taste. Once you've tasted it, you'll know whether this old woman has been lying or not."
Everyone looked at the various pickled vegetables on the table. They did look quite appealing, but they wondered how they tasted different from the pickled vegetables they made at home.
The pickled vegetables on the table are common varieties eaten in several nearby villages, and almost every household knows how to make them.
The brigade secretary picked up his chopsticks first, intending to be the first to try it. Because he had bad teeth, he skipped over the several obviously sour pickled vegetables.
I picked up a piece of pickled radish, and the first taste wasn't salty, but rather slightly sweet, without being overly sweet.
With its crisp texture and perfectly balanced sweet and salty flavor, it was truly a pleasant surprise. The brigade secretary had never imagined that pickled vegetables could taste so good.
After finishing the pickled radish, he tasted all the other pickled vegetables that he hadn't planned to try.
The texture and flavor are just right; no wonder the city leaders demanded that the taste be consistent. This kind of pickled vegetable is something most people really can't replicate.
The brigade secretary was about to call on others to try it out as well.
I wanted to see if everyone thought it was delicious, but I found that others had already started eating.
Nonsense! Seeing that the brigade secretary was eating non-stop, they knew the food must taste good. So why weren't they eating?
After everyone had finished eating, Grandma Huang asked, "How was it? I didn't lie to you, did I?"
"If it weren't for the family recipe, how could it taste so good?"
Then Grandma Huang said with a helpless expression, "It's not that I'm selfish and want to get more spots for my family, but this recipe really can't be passed on to outsiders!"
Everyone nodded in agreement, indicating their understanding.
With this skill, even if it's not a family recipe passed down through generations, it's still a unique secret. They can understand why Grandma Huang doesn't want to pass it on.
Since she does indeed have this skill, the brigade secretary did the math in his mind and figured there were only three spots available, so he might as well give it to her!
After all, without Grandma Huang's cooking skills, this deal probably wouldn't have been possible.
Then the brigade secretary asked, "Is your secret recipe expensive? Does it take a long time to marinate? How long can it be stored after marinating?"
"The cost is manageable. If you don't count the cost of the vegetables, one dollar's worth of ingredients is enough to pickle about two large vats."
Grandma Huang pointed to the large water vat in the yard. In the countryside, many people pickle vegetables in a large vat, so everyone understood her explanation immediately.
The brigade secretary roughly understood, and having asked all the necessary questions, they had nothing more to ask.
Now there are only two things left to resolve. One is to go to the commune and try to get the commune leaders' approval.
The other issue is the jars we need to store the pickled vegetables; that needs to be resolved.
The brigade secretary looked at Huang Qinqin: "Qin'er, I'm entrusting the bottle matter to you. Let's go to the commune first and try to finalize the workshop matter as soon as possible."
"Don't worry, Secretary, I'll take care of the bottle problem. I'll leave the brigade in your care."
After watching them leave, Huang Qinqin said to Li Chen and Huang Guiming, "Our mission for today is complete. We don't need to go back to the department store today."
"Do you plan to go back today? The bicycle belongs to my family. If you don't plan to go back today, you can return the bicycle to me tomorrow when you go to work."
Li Chen and Huang Guiming were clearly surprised by this turn of events and happily said, "Thank you so much! We'll return the car to you tomorrow!"
The two of them happily went home to their respective mothers.
Fang Chuchu was speechless to discover that she was always the one left alone.
Huang Qinqin looked at her and said, "Chuchu, wait for me here. We'll go back together. Otherwise, if you go back to the village chief's house now, your second brother won't know if he's back yet."
Fang Chuchu nodded listlessly, then she thought of the pickled vegetables she had just eaten and thought they tasted really good.
After hesitating for a moment, she asked, "Qinqin, could you sell me a little of each of your grandma's pickled vegetables? I'd like to take some home for my parents to try."
Before Huang Qinqin could answer, Grandma Huang immediately said, "No need to buy any! Grandma will pack some for you to take back right away!"
Fang Chuchu waved her hands repeatedly: "No, how can I take it for free!"
Huang Qinqin also advised, "It's alright, these vegetables aren't worth much in the village. Since you've come all this way, take some back and try them."
Although Dundun didn't understand, since her great-grandmother and aunt both said so, there must be a reason behind it.
He also shouted loudly, "Mmm! Try it~ Try it~"
Pfft
Fang Chuchu squatted down and looked at Dundun, asking, "Your name is Dundun, right? How old are you?"
Dun Dun nodded vigorously. Fang Chuchu looked at Dun Dun's cheeks, which were jiggling up and down, and felt her hands starting to itch. She really wanted to pinch his face.
Dun Dun confidently held up five fingers and answered, "My name is Dun Dun, and I'm four years old!"
Seeing this, Huang Qinqin suppressed a laugh and helped Dundun bend one of his fingers back into place. Then she whispered, "Dundun~ this is how you make four."
Dundun nodded, looking confused.
......
After parting ways with them, Fang Huai walked along the village for about ten minutes until he finally saw the cowshed.
Calling it a cowshed is no exaggeration. Unlike some cowsheds in other places, which are actually just abandoned houses or old cowsheds.
The cowshed in Huangjia Village was a real one. He could smell the cow dung from a distance. And there was a cow eating there.
Not far from the cowshed, several people were picking up cow dung.
Fang Huai looked at them with mixed feelings and called out in a trembling voice, "Commander!"
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