Chapter 50 Chapter 50 But then again. (First update)...
The next day, before the hour of Chou, when the full moon was high in the sky, the Linzhi family got up from bed, washed themselves up a little, and went into the kitchen.
By the time it was noon, the shop was already bustling with activity.
Lin Sen was responsible for slaughtering and cleaning, Lin Zhi was responsible for marinating, blowing, hot water shaping and subsequent grilling, while Song Jiaoniang was responsible for brushing the ducks with a layer of crispy water, hanging them in a ventilated place, and drying them with a fan.
At the beginning of the morning, Zheng, the owner of the steamed bun shop, opened the door, climbed up the ladder, turned on the lights, and began to prepare for today's business.
While busy, he smelled a familiar aroma. Shopkeeper Zheng followed the scent toward Linzhiji and saw the chimney in the backyard puffing out air. His eyes widened in shock.
Madam Hua pushed the door open and came out: "Sir? What happened? Why hasn't it been fixed for so long?"
Shopkeeper Zheng came down from the ladder and asked without turning his head, "Why is Linzhiji open so early?"
"..." Madam Hua was slightly startled. She looked up and saw that although the front door of Linzhiji was locked, smoke was coming out of the chimney in the backyard. The smoky smell was mixed with a strange fragrance and wafted out. "No, you don't know?"
With a look of caution in her eyes, she murmured quietly, "You can't possibly be doing the breakfast business too, right?"
Linzhiji does not do breakfast business, so in the past few days it only opened the door at noon and started preparing for business.
If their family also started making breakfast...
Mrs. Hua's face darkened, and her eyes were filled with vigilance.
Shopkeeper Zheng thought about it, but had other ideas. He saw with his own eyes yesterday that everyone was scrambling for roast duck. Even Dongji Restaurant and Furongzhuang sent people to buy roast duck... but it was said that they went too late and didn't get a turn!
I heard from the waiter inside that the steward of an official's family also went to the shop to buy food.
Although Manager Zheng looks up and looks down on everyone, when he meets someone powerful and wealthy, he nods and bows, eager to go up to them and have a chat.
Thinking of this, he questioned Madam Hua: "I heard from Shopkeeper Wu that their family and Linzhiji had a joint event, and it was Madam Yu who arranged it. Did you know about this?"
Mrs. Hua was embarrassed, how would she know?
Shopkeeper Zheng couldn't help but complain: "You hang out with them every day, how could they not invite you for such a good thing? Do they really consider you a friend? The same goes for Madam Song. You've helped so much, but you've never taken care of our business..."
But I never thought that the two of them were still looking down on me behind my back two days ago, saying that Linzhiji would go bankrupt in a few days. They never cared about Linzhiji's business and never helped me. They just said a few words about hard work, as if they had done a lot.
Mrs. Hua knew what was going on, but she didn't dare to retort and could only respond in a muffled voice.
Shopkeeper Zheng complained a few words, then hurried back in to knead the dough and prepare to steam the steamed buns.
As the fragrance in Linzhiji became stronger, Madam Yu from the Yinzipu turned over and could no longer sleep.
She sat up and scratched her head, listening to the rumbling sound in her stomach, feeling helpless: "Madam Song's house..."
The smell is so strong and fragrant.
What about the people who live next to them?
When the time was almost up, Song Jiaoniang pushed open the shop door in front of her and was sweeping the floor in front of her when she felt several resentful gazes fixed on her.
Song Jiaonian was confused and looked up. Most of the gazes disappeared in an instant, only one gaze remained.
Song Jiaoniang went to look for Madam Yu and stared at her. She blinked and asked in confusion, "Madam Yu... Good morning? So your house is open so early?"
"That's right." Madam Yu nodded, still staring at Song Jiaoniang: "But I don't usually get up this early."
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“…”
Song Jiaoniang was even more confused: "???"
Madam Yu's shoulders slumped, and she complained indignantly, "You've already started roasting something at home! The aroma is so good! I dreamt I was chewing on it, and then biting my husband's arm!"
Song Jiaoniang opened her mouth wide: "Ah?"
Shopkeeper Wu also leaned forward and lifted his sleeves to show Song Jiaoniang: "Here, this is what she bit!"
The bright teeth marks, coupled with Shopkeeper Wu's mournful expression, immediately made Song Jiaoniang laugh. She thought for a moment and said, "Are you guys starting business now? If not, why not come in and have a bowl?"
"Is it okay?" Madam Yu's eyes lit up.
"Is that okay?" Song Jiaoniang turned around and asked, "Sister Zhi, can you make two more bowls with the remaining amount?"
"Of course, no problem." Seeing that it was Mrs. Yu's house next door, Lin Zhi nodded immediately: "Uncle Wu and Aunt Yu, you guys sit down and wait for a while, it will be here in a while."
Shopkeeper Wu and Madam Yu responded happily, sat down in the shop cheerfully, and then curiously asked what Song Jiaoniang was.
"Oh, secret."
"Guess what, giving a reminder has something to do with ducks?"
"Duck, duck fried rice?" Madam Yu thought for a moment and asked tentatively. She had seen Lin Zhi's family eat fried rice for the past two days, and it seemed to be Zhi's specialty.
"Wrong, wrong, wrong."
"Could it be offal soup?" Shopkeeper Wu thought for a moment and asked curiously.
The mixed soup that Shopkeeper Wu mentioned is a common snack in the market nowadays. It is sold not only in night markets, but also in morning markets. Each shop has its own recipe, which contains various offal, chopped chicken and duck, or pork, and is topped with tofu, radish, gourd and other ingredients. It is stewed into a dense and sticky consistency. A hot bowl of it is very warming to the stomach.
"It's a bit similar, but not quite." Lin Sen nodded happily and said with a smile.
As she spoke, Linzhi brought over the duck blood vermicelli soup (repurposed as a thin rice noodle version). She placed several bowls in front of everyone and then sat down to eat herself.
The Linzhi family had been busy until now and was already starving, so they just held the bowls and worked hard, completely unaware of the shock that Manager Wu and Madam Yu had suffered.
Shopkeeper Wu just sniffed the fragrance and felt that his brain was not working very well. After taking a sip of the soup and then another, he was completely stunned.
He looked at Madam Yu dimly. "You didn't say you usually eat so well, did you? No wonder you keep going to other people's shops every day!"
Madam Yu was also feeling aggrieved—she didn't get to eat this on weekdays. Besides, Linzhiji was a small place, so she usually went to her own place!
The couple exchanged glances, and then looked at the Linzhi family together, and saw that they reacted calmly and were eating seriously.
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Are you guys just so ordinary?
If Lin Sen and Song Jiaoniang saw this, they would definitely complain: If you work for two hours on an empty stomach and still have the energy to comment, then it must be... you're not working to your full potential :)
Mr. and Mrs. Lin Sen, who tried their best, said that although the food was delicious, they couldn’t resist their stomachs growling.
Madam Yu and Shopkeeper Wu were so distracted by the sight of Linzhiji that they almost drifted away after the meal. When they returned to the shop, they were both a little absent-minded when doing their work.
“What a delicious breakfast…”
"Um……"
"That taste is so good..."
"Um……"
“It would be nice if I could keep eating…”
"Um……"
A customer who came to buy a drink couldn't help but ask curiously, "Manager Wu, Madam Yu, what breakfast are you talking about? Where did you buy it from?"
Madam Yu subconsciously pointed to the next door: "That's Linzhiji, their food is really delicious."
"She even sells breakfast!" The man turned around quickly, Meimei picked up her drink, and excitedly went into the next shop: "Boss, what do you have for breakfast?"
After finally killing the fat duck, Lin Sen, who was rubbing his wrists in front of him after washing his hands, asked: "?"
He blinked, "We don't make breakfast at home."
The diner shook his head repeatedly and put his hand on Lin Sen's shoulder: "Brother Lin, I came to your house the day before yesterday! You can't lie to me. Madam Yu next door said that she had breakfast at your house."
“That’s what we eat…”
"Have a bowl!" When the diner heard that it was for him, his eyes lit up, and the only difference was that his left eye was saying "found a treasure" and his right eye was saying "super surprise".
“…”
"One bowl, please!" The diner rubbed his hands together. Seeing that Lin Sen was still hesitant, he said, "Two more boxes of Chongyang cakes, please."
Lin Sen surrendered shamefully.
Lin Zhi in the kitchen: "...Dad."
Seeing his daughter's bad expression, Lin Sen said weakly, "But he said to buy two more boxes of Chongyang cakes."
But then again, it's not impossible to do it. She had originally intended to sell it, but the sudden huge amount of roast duck work forced her to put the duck blood vermicelli... no, rice noodle soup aside for the time being.
Since the customer had come to the door on his own, and he couldn't be chased away, Lin Zhi immediately became motivated: "Please ask him to wait a moment. Oh, and the Chongyang cake needs to be pre-ordered, so it will be available later."
Lin Sen breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "How much is this duck blood rice noodle soup?" He was still waiting to pay.
Linzhi paused, pondering. While the roast duck alone could cover the full cost of the fat duck and spices, and still make a profit, the price couldn't be too low. It should be comparable to or slightly higher than similar offal soups and duck soup noodles on the market. Then, the daily sales volume would be adjusted based on the number of roast ducks sold in the shop. Even if a small amount of stock was needed later, costs could still be controlled...
Lin Zhi thought for a moment and said, "In the market, duck soup noodles are about 18 to 25 wen per portion, and offal soup is 10 to 15 wen per portion. If they were sold separately... our portion would be larger, so the price could be around 20 wen."
"Well...but the amount is still too little."
"This is a regular customer, and he's also buying Chongyang cakes, so let's make a group. Ten cents."
"We only have about ten bowls left, so please don't sell too many."
"Don't worry." Lin Sen patted his chest, indicating that he knew what was going on. Besides, this diner was also accidentally brought in by Madam Yu. How could there be so many people eating breakfast...
Lin Sen's hand that was lifting the curtain stopped in mid-air, and he stared blankly at the people in the shop... people... people?
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Why are there so many people sitting in the shop?
"The boss is here? I want a bowl too."
"A bowl of what?"
"I don't know, but it's delicious anyway."
"Yes, yes, I'll have a bowl too."
Lin Sen: “…………” This is not right!
Lin Sen roared in his heart, but he had to put on a smile on his face: "Dear guests, our shop——"
"Ah, you want two boxes of Chongyang cakes, right?"
"Me too, two more boxes of Chongyang cakes!"
"..." Lin Sen was silent for a moment, then smiled brightly as he introduced, "This breakfast is called Duck Blood Rice Noodle Soup. It uses duck broth, duck offal, fried bean curd, and rice noodles. There are only ten servings this morning. If you buy it with the Chongyang Cake, it's only ten cents a bowl!"
The diners present responded enthusiastically and rushed to eat.
But in the blink of an eye, ten servings of duck blood rice noodle soup were sold out.
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