Chapter 17: No more selling pig offal?
Ma Yinghe ran to Wen Zhenyi's side and saw her supporting her knees with her hands, sweat dripping from her forehead and cheeks, and gasping with her mouth open: "Yiyi, are you okay?"
Wen Zhen nodded: "Mom, I'll just walk slowly for a while."
Ma Yinghe pulled her up, took her hand and slowly walked towards home: "You've just started to recover, don't be too stubborn, otherwise it will be more trouble than it's worth."
"Mom, I know."
"Come on, let's go back and change into clean clothes. It's time to head to town."
Wen Zhen nodded, went back home, washed her face and changed into clean clothes.
The family took out the things they had prepared yesterday and put them on a flatbed cart.
Old Mrs. Wen even checked carefully next to the flatbed truck to make sure nothing was missing.
There were two flatbed carts, Wen Chengwen pushed one and Ma Yinghe pushed the other, and the others helped push them from the side so that they wouldn't be too tired.
When they left, the villagers had not yet gotten up, which saved them the trouble of greeting everyone.
Many acquaintances in the town saw that the Wen family's flatbed cart had no pork today, and they asked in surprise, "Old Man Wen, aren't you selling pork today?"
"We're not selling any food during this period. Our granddaughter said she wants to sell some food."
"Are you guys not living your life? Why are you letting your granddaughter mess around like this?"
"What do you know? You're so ignorant." After saying that, he angrily threw his sleeves and left.
The person who just spoke looked puzzled.
The person next to him smiled and shook his head: "You know their baby is a fool, but you still want to say it."
Wen Zhenyi didn't care at all.
When they arrived at the Wen family's stall, the surrounding vendors all looked at them strangely.
"Brother Wen, you're not selling meat today?"
"No, my daughter is selling food today, so we're here to help her."
The people around them were not like those people just now. After all, they saw that when Wen Zhenyi was selling food next to them yesterday, the business was so good that their business also improved a lot.
Wen Yongnan took the items off the cart one by one and placed them on the table at the stall: "Yi Yi, are we short of ingredients?"
Wen Zhen nodded: "I need some vegetables, there are not enough at home."
Wen Chengwen took out a purse from his arms, which contained some copper coins left over from yesterday's sales: "Yi Yi, take this money and ask your brother to take you to buy food."
Wen Zhen nodded slightly. After all, it is better to choose the ingredients by yourself.
The fish and shrimps Wen Chengwen bought yesterday were very fresh. They were still alive and kicking when he took them home. He killed them and brought them over this morning.
Wen Yongman pulled at the corner of her clothes. It was obvious that the little girl wanted to follow him.
Wen Zhenyi reached out and took his hand: "Let's go."
Wen Yongman led them to the market. Many vendors and locals had just arrived to set up their stalls, and many things were just being displayed. "Yi Yi, what do you want to buy?"
“Coriander, bamboo shoots, carrots, lettuce…”
Wen Yongman nodded and said, "I know which one is better. I'll take you there." Then he led the way.
Wen Zhenyi found that the market in Wenxia Town was quite good. There was a well in the alley behind their stall, which was convenient for market vendors to use.
They don’t have to worry about having no place to process the food they buy, they just need to bring a bucket and fetch water.
"Hey! You're not selling pork today?" A woman walked to the side of their stall and didn't see any meat for sale.
Wen Chengwen looked at the visitor, who was a regular customer of his butcher shop, and said with a smile, "We haven't received any good pigs recently. We'll sell them when we receive them."
"That's a shame. I think your pork is the best in this market."
"I'm sorry, I hope you'll come back when I sell it next time."
The woman smiled and nodded, looking at the items on their stall: "What are you selling?"
"Make some food. When you come back from buying groceries, you can come and see it."
"Okay, I'll come and see after I finish buying groceries."
Someone who tried their food yesterday but didn't buy any came early this morning and said, "Auntie, I want to buy some Nine-Turn Large Intestine."
Old Lady Wen looked at the visitor and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, nephew, we won't be selling offal today."
"Ah! You're not selling offal anymore?"
"Well, we're selling a few other kinds of food today. Would you like to try some?"
The man looked at the things on the stall, which included fish, shrimp, and clams.
These things are what they usually don't like to eat. They are fishy and not tasty. He was a little hesitant.
Mrs. Wen smiled and said, "The ones we make at home are different."
Seeing her say that, the man nodded and said, "Okay, let me see how you do it."
All the ingredients Wen Zhenyi bought were washed by Ma Yinghe and the others, and she asked Old Man Wen to help her make a fire.
Old Man Wen sat beside several stoves and carefully lit the fire for Wen Zhenyi: "Yi Yi, high heat, medium heat or low heat."
Wen Zhenyi first wanted to make spring roll wrappers: "Grandpa, just use a low heat."
"Okay."
Both of them were at the back of the stall, and because the market was so noisy, no one could hear Wen Zhenyi's words.
Wen Zhenyi took out the dough that he had made yesterday and rolled it in a hot iron pan. After a while, the dough in the pan dried and fell off by itself.
Using three stoves together makes cooking much faster.
When she came back from washing the ingredients, there was already a thick stack of spring roll wrappers on the colander next to her.
Old Lady Wen looked at it from the side and said: "Yi Yi, let me try this."
Wen Zhenyi did not refuse and gave her the task of making the spring roll dough.
Ma Yinghe's cooking skills weren't very good, but her knife skills were pretty good. Knowing what Wen Zhenyi wanted to cut, she helped cut it: "Yiyi, do you think this will work?"
Wen Zhenyi took a look and said, "Mom, it's okay."
Wen Yongman was already familiar with making spring rolls, so he pulled Wen Yongnan over and started working.
Wen Zhenyi saw that the flour for making spring roll wrappers was almost used up, so he reduced the number of pots used to make spring roll wrappers by two and instead made mung bean flour wrappers.
Pour water into the pot and wait for it to boil. Dry the metal plate you found yesterday, pick it up with one hand, and use the other hand to scoop a spoonful of slurry into the plate and rotate it at a constant speed.
Watch the starch inside become dry and white, add a small amount of hot water, wait until the rice paper becomes transparent, put it in a basin of cold water, carefully scrape the sides of the iron plate to let the rice paper fall off, then cover it with a wet cloth and set aside.
There were more and more people in the market. Many people knew yesterday that the silly girl from the Wen family would be cooking today, so they came to their stall early, wanting to get a good position, otherwise they would not even have the chance to try the food.
After Mrs. Wen finished making the spring roll wrappers, she took over the production of rice noodle wrappers.
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