Chapter 209 Ancestral Craftsmanship
"Come and eat buns tomorrow morning. Our bun shop will open tomorrow." Wen Zhaodi stood at the door of her shop and shouted to the people who came out of the Xingfu Noodle House after eating noodles.
"Is there going to be a bun shop here?" someone stopped and asked.
"Yes," Wen Zhaodi said quickly, "it will open tomorrow. My mother-in-law makes dumplings with an old craft passed down from our ancestors. They taste really good."
After hearing what she said, many people became interested and planned to come and visit tomorrow.
After wiping the table, Zheng Jiexiu looked at Wen Zhaodi and said, "Go to bed early tonight, get up at two o'clock, and ride your bicycle to the meat processing plant to get some meat."
It was too late to wait for the meat processing plant to deliver the meat, and there was no time left, so she had no choice but to ride her bike to get it early.
Moreover, she was reluctant to spend the ten dollars a month in shipping fees.
Wen Zhaodi frowned: "Should I go?"
It was two o'clock in the morning and it was still dark. She was a little scared.
Zheng Jiexiu glared at her. "If you don't go, who will? I still need to go to the store to knead the dough. Are you going to let your man go?"
Wen Zhaodi shook her head. "He still has to go to work."
"That's right. Go early and come back early tomorrow. We have to get the meat back at three o'clock, chop it up, and start wrapping it at five o'clock."
Wen Zhaodi just nodded.
The next morning, before two o'clock, Wen Zhaodi, who was sleeping soundly, was called up.
Wen Zhaodi got out of bed yawning. She had just washed her face and woke up when her mother-in-law Zheng Jie Xiu handed her a backpack and a flashlight.
Wen Zhaodi looked at the sky outside and felt a little scared, but thinking of the money, she still took the backpack and flashlight.
Three minutes later, Wen Zhaodi rode her bicycle out of the military family compound under the moonlight.
It was pitch black outside, illuminated only by the light of a flashlight, and there was no one on the street.
The meat processing plant is not too far from the military family compound, and it only takes about 20 minutes by bike.
Wen Zhaodi was riding her bike while singing the national anthem to give herself courage. Even a sudden cat's meow would scare her.
I finally rode to the meat processing plant, and the factory was busy loading and delivering goods.
She waited for a while before she took the special approval note and entered the factory to get the meat.
"What kind of meat do you want?" the employee of the meat processing plant looked at Wen Zhaodi and asked.
Wen Zhaodi thought for a moment and said, "Twenty-five kilograms of both the pickled dregs and the trough meat."
The employee glanced at her and asked, "I remember your family was planning to open a bun shop? You're selling these meat buns?"
The trough meat and the soaked residue meat, one is from the pig's neck and the other is from the pig's belly, both are the worst meat.
Moreover, the meat from the trough has the strongest fishy smell.
Wen Zhaodi naturally understood what the employee meant and smiled, saying, "This fattier meat makes the buns more delicious."
The employee sneered and said nothing. Only people who make dumplings can't tell whether the meat is good or bad.
Both kinds of meat are very cheap, only 40 cents per pound even without a ticket.
Wen Zhaodi bought 60 kilograms of meat at once and rode her bicycle to carry the meat back.
In the store, Zheng Jie Xiu had already kneaded three bowls of noodles and was waiting for the meat to come back and chop the stuffing.
Wen Zhaodi didn't arrive at the store until 3:30. While Zheng Jie Xiu was cooking the meat, he kept complaining that she was so late.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were busy chopping meat and stuffing. They took the meat directly out of the backpack and chopped it on the chopping board without even washing it.
There was too much meat, so the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law chopped the meat filling until almost five o'clock. By the time they finished mixing the meat filling, it was already five twenty.
Zheng Jie Xiu asked Wen Zhaodi to light a fire and boil water to cook the porridge. She rolled the dough into small pieces, pinched them one by one on the chopping board, pressed them with her palms to form a pancake, and then began to make dumplings skillfully.
They made ten steamers, each of which could hold thirty buns.
When the water boiled, Zhao Jie Xiu made five baskets of buns and steamed them first.
After the buns were steamed, they began to emit fragrance. Zheng Jie Xiu prepared the filling well and it smelled quite fragrant.
The person who delivered vegetables and meat to the grocery store smelled the fragrance and came to ask the price.
But seeing that the buns would take a while to be ready and they were busy delivering goods to other places, he left with regret.
"It's all your fault." Zheng Jiexiu scolded Wen Zhaodi while making dumplings. "If you had come back earlier, we could have steamed the dumplings earlier and wouldn't have missed out on so many orders."
Wen Zhaodi yawned and said, "I will definitely get up early tomorrow."
She was also very distressed about losing a few business deals.
At six o'clock in the morning, the buns have been steamed. Several people who work in the grocery store are tired of eating buns in the cafeteria, so they go to the bun shop to buy buns.
"Our big meat buns have thin skin and big fillings. They cost one cent for two, which is much more cost-effective than eating noodles." Wen Zhaodi picked up buns for them while picking up one and stepping on one.
Sister Tang smiled and said, "It smells pretty good. I wonder how it tastes."
Zheng Jiexiu, who was making the dumplings, promised, "You'll definitely want to try them again and again. This is a craft passed down from my ancestors. My great-grandfather once opened a dumpling shop in the capital."
"Oh, it's a craft passed down from my ancestors. The taste must be about the same. I must try it."
After buying the buns, several people at the grocery store took them back and ate them standing at the counter.
However, the expressions of the few people eating the buns were a little subtle.
"This bun tastes okay, but the meat..." Xiao Zhao hesitated to speak.
Sister Tang frowned as she ate. "This meat doesn't look like good meat. It's a bit fishy, like the meat from the trough and the scumbag meat on the belly."
Everyone else nodded.
"Didn't Secretary Wu's wife say they used good meat? Isn't that a lie?"
"The meat buns in the cafeteria are only five cents each, and they're much bigger than hers, and they use better meat."
"that is."
"I won't buy from her anymore. She said it's more cost-effective than eating noodles. Deputy Group Leader Gu's Ai Ren Noodle House uses high-quality meat."
Others also said that they would not buy it in the future, and would find someone to go to the cafeteria to buy it all.
As soon as six o'clock passed, people came to the grocery store to buy vegetables. When they saw that the bun shop was open, they wanted to give it a try and taste the new food, so they bought breakfast directly from the bun shop.
So, the steamed bun shop business seems to be quite popular.
After 7:30, fewer people go to the grocery store to buy vegetables, and fewer people buy buns.
"Why are there so few people here?" Zheng Jie Xiu stood at the door of the shop, wiping his hands and looking outside.
Wen Zhaodi said, "The students will be going to school soon, and then there will be more people."
"Mom." As soon as Wen Zhaodi finished speaking, she heard the voice of her son Wu Hongbing.
When I looked up, I saw my husband walking in with his three children.
"How's business?" asked Secretary Wu.
Wen Zhaodi replied: "Not bad, we've sold almost three baskets already."
Secretary Wu nodded and said, "It's indeed okay."
"Give us some buns and four bowls of porridge. I'm going to work after we finish eating." He said and found a table next to him and sat down.
Zheng Jie Xiu picked up ten buns for his son and grandchildren, and Wen Zhaodi scooped three bowls of porridge.
"Wu Li, Wu Fang, why don't you carry your schoolbags?" Wen Zhaodi asked with a frown.
The two sisters looked at each other, and Wu Fang blinked and said, "Mom, there's no school today, Saturday!"
Wen Zhaodi slapped her forehead. She was so busy that she forgot that today was Saturday.
If she had known that there was no school today, she would have woken up her two daughters to work.
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