After all, it was the first day of business, so the whole family was mobilized.
Ye Erniang also came early to help set up the barbecue grill.
In the Chu Dynasty, only the nobility had access to charcoal; the common people didn't. Barbecuing used charcoal, but Wen Xi didn't know how to make it, so she cut some thick wood. The charcoal left after the fire died down was just the right temperature.
So once the barbecue grill was set up, the first thing they did was burn the wood while the others arranged the skewers and other things.
Seeing the wood fire getting smaller and smaller, Wen Xi grabbed about a hundred skewers of meat and put them on.
People coming and going were curious about this strange rack, wondering if this stove was used to steam buns?
It wasn't until the faint aroma of meat skewers wafted out that people roughly guessed that they were selling meat skewers. But it was just the aroma of meat, not that attractive.
Wen Xi saw that the fire was almost ready, so she sprinkled some water on it, added a little salt, and finally sprinkled it with special barbecue seasoning.
The aroma immediately burst out. The fat fell into the fire with a sizzling sound, which increased the appetite.
A lot of people were already gathered around, but they were just looking. Some of the brave ones asked the price, but when they learned that five skewers cost three cents, most of them backed off.
Northern Xinjiang is very poor, and most people are poor. Everyone spends every penny, so how could they possibly buy something so useless? Three pennies can buy three pounds of whole grain flour!
No matter how others retreat, no matter how upset the Mao family members are. Ye Erniang was the first to bear the brunt of the pressure.
"Girl, how is it? Is it cooked?"
Wen Xi smiled, took five and handed them to her drooling master:
"Master, please try it."
"Yeah, I'll try it for everyone."
Ye Erniang put the skewers in her mouth and started chewing them. The skewers were a little hot, but that didn't stop her from eating. Instead, she started eating them with a grin on her face. It was so delicious that it made people drool.
Seeing Ye Erniang eating so happily but not saying anything, some people became anxious:
"Hey, ma'am, how does it taste? Why aren't you saying anything even though you're almost done eating?"
Ye Erniang nodded while eating, but still didn't say anything.
Wen Xi counted out five more and carefully handed them to Gu Shengmo, who was sitting on the steps behind. She was about to give them to Mao and Xiang Ye, but they were both a little shy and didn't want to eat in front of so many people. Wen Xi had to give up and wait until there were some left.
"Oh my god, this is so delicious. This is something I've never tasted before."
Ye Erniang finally finished eating, and licked the meat scraps on the bamboo skewer with a feeling of being unsatisfied.
An old woman was shaken by the child in her arms for a long time and couldn't help asking:
"Your skewers are too expensive. They smell like mutton. Mutton is so cheap, but your skewers are a bit too expensive. How can we afford them?"
Wen Xi smiled sweetly and said:
"Auntie, you're not right. When we buy mutton, they even count the weight of the bones. My skewers are pure meat. There are no bones. And the expensive part of my skewers isn't the meat, it's the seasoning. Don't underestimate the seasoning; it's a huge expense! Fellow villagers, we've just started this business today. It's our first day, so we must give everyone a good deal. Anyone who buys five skewers today, I'll give him an extra one. If you buy ten, I'll give him two."
A Great Han Dao:
"Your skewers are so expensive, how do I know if they taste good? If they don't, it would be a waste of money."
When Xiangye heard this, she took out a bamboo board covered with large leaves from behind and placed it on the table next to the barbecue grill.
Wen Xi grabbed a handful of skewers and scraped them against the leaves with the back of his dagger.
"Everyone can taste it for free before deciding whether to buy it. After all, it's precious, so each person is only allowed to taste one bite."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone came over to grab the food, whether they wanted to buy it or not.
I forgot to prepare a spare toothpick for tasting, but no one seemed to recommend it, so I just went ahead and tried it.
Before even a minute had passed, the meat was gone. All I could see was a bunch of people standing there sucking their fingers. It was so risqué, I couldn't bear to watch it.
The big man who asked the question probably had money available, so he waved his hand and said:
"Little girl, give me ten strings. Remember to give me two more." As she said that, she took out six copper coins. Mao knew what was going on and handed over the cloth bag in her arms.
As soon as the sound of copper coins falling into the pocket was heard, Wen Xi handed over twelve skewers of meat.
"Uncle, here are your twelve skewers of meat."
The big man took it and started to play with it, looking impatient. The children next to him were very noisy.
The old woman was helpless, so she took out three cents and bought six for her grandson.
Some bought five, some bought ten, and even some wealthy-looking people passing by would buy some.
Except for Wen Xi who is responsible for grilling, the others are responsible for selling the skewers and collecting money.
In just one morning, almost two-thirds of the skewers were consumed.
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