Chapter 42 Chapter 42 Who knew—— They just...
Who knew——
They were just catching chickens when they saw Song Zhuo holding a large bowl filled with vegetables and meat. He smiled and said, "My sister asked me to bring it over to Grandma Zhao's house for a snack."
Sun Erya's eyes lit up instantly.
It still has to be Mian Mian.
It was very thoughtful, and the bowl of meat touched her heart.
"Don't tell me, if Mianmian were a man, I would definitely want to marry her." It would be against the will of heaven not to take something that is so good as mine.
"Well, she's a girl, and I've been thinking about marrying her. But unfortunately, the boys in our family aren't very good at anything. Whether it's character, talent, or looks, they're not even a fraction as good as hers."
Zhao Jufang felt regretful whenever she mentioned it.
Just mentioning it is humiliating to others.
It's totally disproportionate.
Sun Erya nodded repeatedly, saying, "Please don't mention it. They're down and out, but they were once a noble family, unlike us rough folks."
If they angered someone and were not allowed to make pan-fried dumplings, they would have no idea what to do.
Besides, Mianmian is such a good girl that she deserves to be married to the best man in the world.
Song Mian didn't know about their chat as she was making fruit tea.
Put apples and pears in water and boil them. The fruit tea will taste sour and sweet. You can eat it later when you get tired of eating goose.
"Mash this pear." Song Mian handed a bowl of diced pear to Junsheng beside him and asked him to mash it into paste with a stone pestle.
He was happy to have something to do.
Wait until everything is ready before you start eating.
The goose is specially stewed in a wood-fired pot. The fire is relatively strong, and the stewed goose is tender and crispy and smells very fragrant.
Just as the food was served on the table, I heard someone knocking on the door.
Song Fuxue stopped eating and looked outside. She saw Song Zhiwen seeing the door open and about to walk in, but when he saw that they were going to eat, he stopped immediately.
"I came at an untimely moment."
Song Fuxue said quickly: "It just so happens, it just so happens, come and have a bite."
As he said this, he led the people into the yard.
Song Zhiwen didn't know that they were stewing a goose and thought it was a home-cooked dish. But when he walked into the yard, he realized something was wrong. It smelled incredibly delicious.
"I've eaten." He was a little embarrassed.
As a result, my stomach growled.
"Try it, this is Mianmian's cooking." Song Fuxue greeted with a smile.
He thought for a moment, then asked Song Zhuo to go to the kitchen and get a small bowl. He divided the dishes on the table into two portions and said with a smile, "We have something to discuss. Let's eat at the small table."
Song Fuxue knew that Song Mian liked cleanliness and didn't like to eat at the same table with strangers.
As he said this he took it and left.
Song Zhiwen had no objection.
As he ate the stewed goose, his eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly: "It's so delicious! The food in your house is amazing."
It’s the same stewed meat, but his is better.
Otherwise, how could they be a wealthy family in Beijing?
He came here just to say that the foundation of the house had been built and the flue had been prepared, and they were just waiting for inspection before they could continue building.
I didn’t expect to get a free meal, and it was quite delicious.
Song Fuxue took out some wine and drank with him. Since he was here, they came to keep in touch.
Song Mian went to fry some peanuts for them.
It can be considered as entertaining guests.
When Song Zhiwen came, he came with an empty stomach. He didn't know that his family was stewing meat today and eating so early.
But when I left, I felt melancholy.
I will never be able to eat such delicious stewed goose in the future, so I will miss it more.
He sighed.
I felt so satisfied, it was so delicious.
After seeing Song Zhiwen off, it was completely dark. It was a cloudy autumn day and there was no moonlight.
Song Mian lit the oil lamp, washed up and went to sleep.
The next day, as soon as she arrived at the store, she saw Zhang Chunhua coming over with her child, saying that his shop could be bought and asked her to go and take a look after she was done with her work.
Song Mian's face lit up with joy: "So fast?"
Zhang Chunhua smiled and nodded. The other teahouse wasn't making much money. In a small town, who would be willing to spend twenty or thirty coins on tea? Even if it was for business, they wouldn't spend it. If they were to spend two or three coins on three teas, they wouldn't make any money.
They had been thinking about closing the store for a long time, and as soon as they heard that someone wanted to rent it, they immediately gave up the lease.
"That's great. I'll go when I'm done with my work." Song Mian responded.
The diners were also excited. They had been eating pies here for so long, always buying and leaving. Now they finally had a place to sit down and eat.
"He left all the tables and chairs in his house. You can give him three taels of silver as a reward. Do you want it?"
Zhang Chunhua said with a smile.
Song Mian did not agree immediately, saying that he would go and take a look first.
She took a quick glance at it last time and thought it looked fine, but it had been so long and she didn't know if there was anything wrong. She had to see it with her own eyes to know for sure.
After going to see it, she found that the other party took good care of the tables and chairs and maintained them in good condition, so she agreed without hesitation and gave three taels of silver to the teahouse owner.
The next day, Song Mian brought Song Fuxue to sign the contract.
After all, he is an adult and has worked as an editor, so he understands these twists and turns best.
Song Fuxue had no objection. He let Song Zhenge take charge of the students in the private school first, and he would go to the town to handle this himself, which would not affect anything.
I went to the yamen to sign the deed and paid the silver. After everything was done, I thought that since I was already here, I might as well buy some paper and pen to write the inscription and set up a shop sign at the same time.
"Is this shop so expensive?" He was surprised after asking the price.
Just one plaque costs three taels of silver.
"This is lacquer. Making it will ensure your immortality and bring you a lot of wealth. What a wonderful thing!" The shopkeeper looked at him seriously, still holding a plane in his hand.
Song Fuxue paid the deposit and said with a smile, "I know this truth, but it's not easy for a farmer to make money, so I can't help but feel distressed."
The shopkeeper curled his lips and said, "I know your family. My wife is practically living in your Songji Pie Shop. She lines up every day to buy pies. She's elated when she gets one, and dejected when she doesn't. She gets up earlier and earlier every day. I'm at my wit's end. And you tell me you don't have money?"
Song Fuxue: ...
"Is that so?" He touched his nose with a guilty look and said repeatedly, "Oh, it's a small business, a small business, there's no profit."
The shopkeeper nodded affirmatively. He earned his money through hard work. It was not easy to run a lacquer shop. Just cutting the lacquer was extremely uncomfortable.
Some people break out in rashes just from smelling paint.
If you come into contact with it, your whole body will be covered with feng shui bumps, which will be itchy and painful, and you have to endure it.
"Then boss, please take your time, there is no rush. I'll be back first." After giving the instructions, Song Fuxue bowed and turned to leave.
I went back to the shop and told Song Mian that everything had been packed up and I could go buy the things and take them over later. I could open the shop tomorrow.
When Song Mian heard this, the corners of her lips curved up. She smiled and said, "That's great. Tell the villagers that tomorrow they'll buy two and get one free."
Although I make less money, it’s good to have a good start and some popularity.
As soon as she finished speaking, the diners heard it.
"Boss, you're so generous! This small business is hard-earned money, and you're offering a buy two get one free deal. That's really generous of you."
"Yes, yes. It's rare to see someone so generous."
"If you don't make money and don't do these fancy things, we'd still like to come."
"That's right, if you're tired and don't make any money, and then you don't like making pies, then we won't have pies to eat. Wouldn't that be even worse?"
"Then don't lower the price. You're scaring me."
The waiting diners had nothing to do, so they started chatting.
Song Mian couldn't help but find it amusing as he listened.
What kind of diners don't want activities? If she really doesn't do it, they will be unhappy again.
"It's just for one day, just for fun. We only have a few griddles to make pies, and we can't make many meals a day. Profits and losses are not as important as your happiness."
Song Mian explained with a smile.
Occasionally, you need to maintain a good relationship with the customer so that they will be more loyal and you can help them if they have any problems. It is meaningless to just think about making money.
"That also requires making money. Don't worry about it. We know what we are doing."
"That's right. Those who are willing to enjoy the promotional price can also do so. There are also wealthy masters and mistresses who can pay the original price and give a tip to please Mr. Song. That's fine too."
"This is good, this is good, two good and one good. Young Master Song treats us with all his sincerity, and we should also treat Young Master Song with all our heart."
Song Mian: ...
"Don't be like this." She tried to persuade.
But it was all talk, she just took it as empty talk and didn't say much.
After the pies were sold out this time, Song Mian asked Lu Jinshu to reserve the hindquarters of three pigs, as this part also tastes good when minced into meat.
We agreed to pick it up at around 3:00 AM tomorrow.
Fortunately, there are many men in the family to chop this amount of meat, otherwise it would be impossible.
After making all these arrangements, he invited some idle men in the town to help clean the teahouse, making sure to wipe it clean with a rag until there was no dust or stains.
I tidied up everything again and went to the grocery store to buy a griddle, a steamer, etc., so as to serve as much food as possible tomorrow.
She was busy until dusk, and after checking the new shop and finding no problems, she went home.
When I got home, I quickly cooked, ate, and went to sleep.
There will be a tough battle tomorrow.
really.
When I woke up in the morning, several men in the family were already cutting meat. There were six kitchen knives in a row, which looked quite impressive.
"We need to make the meat filling quickly. Today we're mainly selling pies. Let Junsheng, Jinshu, and Zhuyu help make them. With five griddles working together, it should be fine."
Arranged by Song Fuxue.
Song Mian nodded. She thought so too. Even if she couldn't wrap it, she could still flip it over.
This way you can get it done. There is no point in being anxious. The pie is baked slowly, so it doesn't matter how quickly you wrap it.
After she had thought everything through, she went to wash up with peace of mind.
Xie Zhuyu chopped the meat for a while, then suddenly looked up and asked, "Dad, is this how it feels when you kill people on the battlefield?"
The knife doesn't even need to use much force to chop the meat.
Xie Luzhi's face was solemn, and he said softly, "That's different."
How can they be the same?
Living life and food can never be compared.
Even if you can accept it physically, it's hard to accept it psychologically. The constant backlash can lead to psychological collapse.
Xie Zhuyu pursed his lips.
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