Chapter 25 Xie the Butcher's Plan
Wen Zhenyi made golden egg fried rice for dinner. There was no ham sausage, so he used homemade bacon instead.
But I have to say, the bacon at home tastes pretty good.
She put the fried rice into a large bowl, pressed it down, and then turned it upside down on a plate. When she removed the large bowl, it took on a bowl-like shape.
Sprinkle chopped green onions on top and serve with a bowl of clam and winter melon soup.
When Wen's family saw the golden egg fried rice in front of them, the aroma of eggs, bacon, rice, and green onions, each of them tantalized their taste buds.
Wen Yongman swallowed his saliva, holding his spoon, and for a moment he didn't know where to start.
Wen Zhenyi looked at him and said with a smile, "Eat it quickly, it won't taste good if it gets cold."
Wen Chengwen picked up his plate, scooped a big mouthful with a spoon and put it into his mouth.
Old Man Wen stroked his beard, took off the rice grains stuck on it, and stuffed it into his mouth: "It's delicious. Paired with winter melon soup, it's refreshing and relieves greasiness."
"It's not only delicious, but also looks good. The rice is golden yellow, the grains are distinct, and you can taste the aroma of green beans, bacon, and eggs." Old Mrs. Wen seemed a little unsatisfied.
We have a lot of bacon at home, so we don’t need to buy more. Just cut it into cubes and bring it tomorrow. As for green beans, we need to buy some tomorrow and peel them.
There are no peeled green beans for sale in the market here.
There are not many eggs at home, so we need to go buy some. We could have bought them from the villagers, but because of what happened today, no one wants to deal with the villagers.
The next morning.
They still run around the village.
Wen Zhenyi discovered that someone was stalking their house. It was obvious it was someone from the village, one who was afraid she would run away, and the other who was afraid she would harm others.
Ma Yinghe also noticed something was wrong: "Chengwen, why do I feel like someone is following us?"
Wen Chengwen turned his head and looked behind him as he ran. It was pitch black and he couldn't see anything. "No."
Two people not far behind them were running, some of them panting. "What's wrong with Old Wen? He's out running in the middle of the night. Could he really have been resurrected by some evil spirit?"
"Who knows? Let's stay away so we don't get discovered and don't give them the opportunity to harm anyone."
Wen Zhenyi's body is recovering little by little now. He still feels tired, but not as weak as at the beginning.
After packing up, they took their things and went to town.
The two people who were watching them from the dark, watching them go to the town, said: "You follow, I'll go talk to them."
"Okay, come back soon, I'm scared." Another person said with some concern.
"knew."
Ma Yinghe felt that someone was following them along the way, but when she turned around to look, she found nothing.
Wen Yongnan looked at her strangely: "Mom, what's wrong with you today?"
"I always feel like someone is following us."
Wen Chengwen pushed the cart in the driveway: “Are you overthinking it?”
Wen Zhenyi didn't say anything. She knew that someone was following her, and even knew his location. She just let him follow if he wanted to.
They came to the market, and the other members of the family set up stalls while the three siblings went to buy the ingredients they needed for the day.
Many people already know that Wen Zhenyi is not stupid, but they still have some doubts when they see her.
Wen Yongnan didn't like them looking at his sister like that: "Yi Yi, why don't you go back first, I'll come back after I finish shopping."
"Brother, it's okay. These are things we have to face sooner or later."
"But."
Wen Zhenyi smiled and pulled Wen Yongman: "Let's go buy some ingredients."
Wen Yongnan had no choice but to follow her.
There are only two stoves today, one for cooking clam and winter melon soup, and the other for making fried rice.
Many people in the town have heard about the food they cook and come early to line up.
When Wen Chengwen had nothing to do, he would stroll around other familiar butcher stalls to inquire about their recent business.
"Thank you, butcher. How's business lately?"
Xie the butcher was chopping pork. When he didn't see him, a smile appeared on his face: "If you stop selling meat, my business will be much better."
"Isn't that a good thing?" Wen Chengwen was not annoyed at all.
Xie the butcher moved closer to him and asked quietly, "Are you going to stop selling pork?"
"I don't know. I'll tell you when the time comes."
"If you ask me, why are you still selling pork? It would be much better to do the food business. Look, quite a few people have already started queuing up." He said as he looked at the crowd queuing at their stall.
"Cooking is too tiring. I don't want my daughter to suffer so much, but there's nothing I can do now."
"Hey! After your daughter made pig offal, we have no problem finding people to buy it. People buy it every day. When will you let your daughter make something else related to pork? How about I pay for the pork?"
Wen Chengwen wasn't stupid. Besides the offal, the hardest-selling items at the pork stall were the pig's feet and head. "Maybe not right now. It'll take a while."
"No, we're all in the same business, and we usually help each other out. You wouldn't even bother to help with this little favor, would you?"
"My opinion doesn't count in this matter. Let me ask my daughter. I have to go busy myself first and we'll talk later." After saying that, he turned around and left.
When Xie the Butcher saw him leaving, he spat on the ground and said, "You really thought you were such a hot commodity." Then he started chopping the meat in his hand again.
His business had indeed improved a lot recently, and he had collected quite a few pigs. However, they were starting to look listless, and he was worried they might die of illness. That's when he decided to ask Wen Chengwen's silly daughter for help, so he could sell one or two more pigs a day.
Wen Chengwen returned to the stall and saw that there were already quite a few people queuing up.
"Boss Wen, what are you doing today?"
"Today we're making golden egg fried rice with clam and winter melon soup. It's perfect for lunch, and we'll only be selling it at noon. If you want lunch, you can line up then. We won't be serving breakfast."
"Ah! No breakfast for sale?"
"I'm sorry, I made lunch today, not breakfast."
"Okay, I'll come early at noon."
"Okay!"
The crowd that had gathered around the stall in the morning gradually dispersed, and Wen Chengwen was also responsible for explaining to the customers who came later.
The chefs of the town's restaurant report in on time every day, mainly because Wen Zhenyi never makes the same dishes again and he avoids people.
It’s just that some of the ingredients have been processed, so they have to go back and study them.
However, they have learned a lot about cooking methods, and they can't wait to squat at the stall every day.
They also learned to cook by stir-frying and frying. Although the results were not satisfactory, it was a breakthrough and innovation for them.
Before noon, a long line had formed in front of their stall again. Some of those who arrived late looked depressed and said, "I don't know if I can buy it today."
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