Chapter 8 Free Trial
The soup in the pot becomes less and less as the fire is turned high, and the aroma becomes more and more intense.
The people around looked at the burnt large intestines in the pot. Although it was not yet time for dinner, they were already feeling a little hungry.
“Is this edible?”
"I don't know. I've never seen anyone do this before."
"Yeah, but it smells so good, it makes me hungry."
Wen Zhenyi waited for the soup to thicken, then used chopsticks to pick up the large intestine from the pot, removed the bamboo sticks stuck in the large intestine, and placed them one by one on a white ceramic plate.
She found this white ceramic plate in a corner of her house. Her family was reluctant to use it, so she carefully placed it in the corner.
Now she carefully placed the nine-turn large intestines one by one on top, arranged them in a circle, poured soup on them, and sprinkled chopped green onions on them for garnish.
This is pleasing to the eye, but I don’t know if it tastes really good.
Old Mrs. Wen also cut the one or two remaining ones into small pieces, inserted bamboo sticks into them, and placed them in a separate small plate.
He walked to the front of the stall with a small plate in hand and said, "Neighbors, do you want to try it for free? If you think it's delicious, you can buy one. You can't get this anywhere else."
"Mrs. Wen, is this really free?"
"Of course, we'll give each of you a taste for free. After all, the ingredients are limited, and we can't afford to give you more."
A big man came out: "Let me try it."
Old Lady Wen dipped a small piece of pig intestine on a bamboo skewer in the soup and handed it to him: "Here, it's absolutely delicious."
The big man took the bamboo stick and smelled it first. It didn't have the bad smell he imagined. Instead, it had the aroma of sugar and vinegar, which made his mouth water.
Old Lady Wen ignored him and continued to shout to the crowd, "Is there anyone else who wants to try it?"
A fat woman came out and said, "Auntie, let me have a taste."
Old Lady Wen handed over a bamboo stick.
After the first one, there was the second one, and soon the large intestine on the tasting plate was gone.
The big man closed his eyes and bit into the large intestine on the bamboo skewer. It was very chewy, with a sweet and sour taste, leaving a lingering fragrance in his mouth. He felt a full sense of happiness: "It's so delicious."
Those who were originally hesitant, after hearing what he said, also ate the large intestines on the bamboo sticks.
The fat woman was still unsatisfied and wanted to take another bite, but she found that the sample was gone. "Auntie, are you selling this large intestine?"
Old Lady Wen's smile became more sincere. "For sale!" She took out the large intestines that Wen Zhenyi had arranged earlier and said, "This one is fifteen cents."
"So expensive?" The fat woman hesitated when she heard the price.
"I bought it." The big man didn't hesitate like the woman and spoke directly.
Old Lady Wen smiled and turned to look at the big man: "Nephew, do you want to take it away, or eat it here? If you want to take it away, I'll change a bowl for you. I can't give you this porcelain plate."
The big man saw Wen Zhenyi behind her fiddling with something else: "Aunt, is your granddaughter planning to make something else?"
Old Lady Wen turned her head and looked in the direction of Wen Zhenyi: "Yes, there are also pig hearts, pig livers, pig stomachs, pig blood and pig kidneys."
"Please pack it for me. I'll take a look at what your granddaughter made later. If it tastes good, I'll buy a few more." As he said this, he took out an ounce of silver and handed it to her.
"Okay." Old Mrs. Wen deftly put it into a ceramic bowl and covered it with a large clean leaf.
When the woman saw that the Nine-Turn Large Intestine was gone, she became a little depressed: "Auntie, is there anything left to see in this large intestine?"
Old Lady Wen glanced at her and said, "Wait a minute, I'll go take a look." Then she went to check the ingredients and asked Wen Zhenyi in a low voice, "Yiyi, can the Nine-Turn Large Intestine still be made?"
Wen Zhenyi nodded slightly, said nothing, and started to make other dishes.
She didn't plan to make pig lungs today because she lacked the ingredients. She would wait until the stall closed and then go see if there was any for sale.
The next dish is stir-fried pig heart. Pour oil into the pan and put peppers and carrots into the pan and stir-fry until they change color. Then add some more oil and pour in the chopped pig heart. Stir-fry until it is about 60% cooked. Pour in a little soy sauce, cooking wine and salt.
Add the chopped onions into the pot and mix them. Finally, add the fried peppers and carrots and stir-fry until done.
After the chili peppers were fried, the aroma stimulated everyone's taste buds even more, and everyone stared at the stir-fried pig heart in the big bowl.
When Mrs. Wen saw the prepared dish, she also gave it a small plate for tasting.
This time, they were sold out before she could even start selling them.
The big man standing at the front quickly grabbed a piece and mumbled while eating, "Auntie, how much is this?"
"This portion is ten cents, and the preparation is not as complicated as that of large intestine."
"I'll have one too."
"Okay, does anyone else want some? There are only three in total, and if we sell them out today, they'll be gone."
The fat woman immediately said, "I, I, I want one."
Old Lady Wen took the money with a smile, filled a ceramic bowl for them, and handed the portion to the woman.
The fat woman smiled and said, "Auntie, I have a small family, so this portion is enough. I don't want the large intestine."
"Okay, it's okay. It's delicious. I'll come back next time."
The people around shouted, "Auntie, she doesn't want it, I want it, I want it."
Wen Zhenyi continued to cook the remaining dishes. As for how much to sell them for, let Old Lady Wen set the price herself. Anyway, she was not very familiar with the prices here.
Wen Chengwen and his friends' business was booming because of Wen Zhenyi. The market had only been open for a short time, but they had almost sold out of meat.
At this time, an old woman saw the pig offal on their stall and asked: "Are you selling these pig offal?"
Wen Chengwen wanted to say that he didn't want to sell it, but Ma Yinghe interrupted him: "Aunt, we don't plan to sell this pig's offal."
The old woman originally thought that what Wen Zhenyi made was quite simple, but the price was too expensive. When she saw that they had pig offal at their stall, she decided to buy some and try it herself.
Now, when she heard that she was not selling it, she felt unhappy: "Wen's wife, you are being disrespectful. This pig's offal would be given away by everyone and no one would want it. I am willing to spend money to buy it, and you are not willing to sell it?"
"Aunt, if we sell it, my daughter will be so angry with us. She finally got better and can cook. I can't let her down. If we sell it and take it back, I won't be able to explain to her."
After hearing what she said, the old woman stopped making things difficult for her and turned to buy some pig offal from another store, ready to go back and try it out. She didn't believe she couldn't make it.
Wen Chengwen watched the man leave and said, "Madam, you're not going to sell it?"
Ma Yinghe pointed to the side and said: "Look at the things Yi Yi has made. They are all sold out as soon as they are made. There are still many people waiting to buy them. We have nothing to make after selling for a while. We can't let her down."
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