Chapter 73
The next morning, Su Guoer opened the shop early, packed up everything, and no longer cared about what was happening outside. She wanted to take advantage of the good weather today to pickle the radishes.
I didn't have time yesterday afternoon.
The ingredients needed to pickle dried radish include pepper powder, pepper powder, cornel, cinnamon, sugar, salt, etc. Although the ingredients are simple, the pickled radish has a strong flavor.
It is also a great dish to go with rice.
Moreover, this thing is easier to store than pickles. After mixing it, it can be sealed in a jar and kept for up to about half a year.
Su Guoer cooked about 100 kilograms at a time, put them all in jars and asked Pang Ya to move them to the basement. Then she began to prepare the ingredients for lunch today.
Clean all the braised meats one by one, put them into the pot and stew them. For pork elbows and the like, you need to blanch them over the fire to remove the pig hairs on them.
Finally, there’s the lamb, which will be used to make pot stickers in the evening.
The pot stickers sold well yesterday, so she plans to make more today and sell them with braised meat.
But it's true, although there are three pot stickers shops on this street now, none of them are as good as hers. Yesterday, Su Guoer even asked someone to buy a few to eat.
The taste was just so-so, not as crispy as hers. Su Guoer thought it must be the sweet potato flour that worked.
She doesn't care anymore. As long as her pot stickers sell well and people eat them, she will keep selling them. She even added this dish to the menu, called "Golden Dumplings".
Shouldn’t pot stickers with a yellowish appearance and dumpling shape be called golden dumplings?
This way, she will have another special dish in her restaurant, and people who eat lunch or dinner can order it.
I was washing vegetables when I suddenly heard a noise outside, and it seemed like a plate was broken?
Su Guoer only heard a "crackling" sound, and then the front yard became noisy.
She was so shocked that she hurried over to take a look.
As soon as I went out, I saw a bearded man and a short man confronting each other.
"No, you've eaten up all the food that just came out of the oven. What are we going to eat? You have to take care of the people behind you, right?" the short-headed man shouted.
Liu Yinghu ignored him, eating a pancake in one hand and saying, "Where is the rule that each person can only buy a few pancakes? I have a big appetite and can finish this whole batch. What's wrong with ordering more? I also queued up here."
The short man: "You! You!"
“Everyone is in a hurry to go to work now, so no matter how much we like to eat these pancakes, we won’t buy too many at once. We all know to save some for the people behind us. We also eat sparingly, so why are you being so rude?
"If everyone is like you... will the people behind you still be able to eat sesame cakes? Huh?" The man was also annoyed.
Liu Yinghu seemed to have realized something, but... he didn't want to wait.
He could only look at Su Guoer who had been driven out.
Su Guoer didn't seem to have anticipated such a situation.
No matter how many people buy sesame cakes on weekdays, the number of cakes sold is no more than ten, so she never cares about these things.
But it is obvious that there are twice as many people here today as yesterday.
If she doesn't control the quantity, her store will really go bankrupt due to public resentment.
Su Guoer had no choice but to bite the bullet and go up. She asked the bearded man, "Sir, are you in a hurry to leave today? If not, could you please wait a little longer? I'll make you some pancakes inside so you can eat them first. Can you give these pancakes to those who still need to go to work?"
People who go to work are in a hurry, and time is money.
That's why Su Guoer decided to use other things to calm down the battle that was about to break out.
The bearded man didn't think twice: "What kind of pancake? Is it as delicious as this sesame pancake?"
"If not, I still want sesame cakes."
He's such a stubborn person, but it's okay if he gives in.
Su Guoer: "How about I make you some scallion pancakes? I use white flour with some chopped scallions, and then fry them in hot lard. They'll be golden on both sides and sizzling. They'll be even better than these pancakes!"
"Why don't you come in and try it?"
"It's only three cents a piece, no extra money. Could you please give these pancakes to those who are about to go to work?"
It would have been better if he had come earlier, but unfortunately, the sun had already risen and the workers would have to go to work in less than an incense stick of time.
If the pancakes are made slowly, they may not sell.
Upon hearing Su Guoer's words, the short man behind her started yelling, "Well, if he doesn't want the scallion pancake, give it to me! I don't mind, I can eat the scallion pancake. Why don't you give this duck oil pancake to this brother?"
The man's brain raced. A scallion oil pancake, made with white flour and fried in oil, only cost three cents—wasn't that like giving it away for free? And it sounded even better than a duck oil pancake.
Who wouldn't want to change?
As soon as he opened his mouth, the people behind him no longer asked for duck oil pancakes, but all clamored for Su Guoer to make scallion oil pancakes for them.
Su Guoer naturally couldn't let too many people take advantage of her. This was an emergency measure, so Su Guoer decisively rejected them.
"The scallion pancakes take a long time to make, and I'm afraid it will delay your work."
There was only a sound of sorrow at the scene.
But it's understandable.
Then Su Guoer brought the bearded man into the shop and seated him at a table near the kitchen. She asked, "Scallion pancakes take a little longer to make. How many do you want?"
The bearded man said: "No hurry, give me three to eat first. I was really impulsive just now and caused trouble for you. Please don't mind it."
Su Guoer nodded: "It's okay, there is indeed no stipulated quantity that each diner should buy. That's why this incident happened. It's our fault. How about this, I bring you a bowl of mutton soup? It's my way of expressing my apology to you." Su Guoer said so and turned to leave.
But unexpectedly, when he turned around, something fell out of his arms.
Hearing the crisp sound, Su Guoer was so scared that cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
Looking around again, fortunately there weren't too many people around.
She turned around and was about to pick up the fallen token, but before she could do that, a pair of hands picked up the token and turned it over to take a look.
Su Guoer was even more frightened and reached out to take it, afraid that others would notice something. Her hands were even shaking.
After all, this thing fell from Qi Zhang, and someone who knows the value of it might notice her.
Liu Yinghu: "This token of the shopkeeper looks exquisite, but was it made by Jiang Fu?"
Su Guoer: "Ah! This, this token was left to me by my mother. I don't know who made it, but it looks quite exquisite."
"I'm just thinking of getting another token. I wonder who this guest is talking about, Jiang Fu? Could you tell me a little?"
Since she had seen it all, she might as well take the courage to ask for clarification.
Liu Yinghu: "There's a temple fair about 300 meters west of the city. That's where Jiang Fu is."
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