Erzhu said to Chen Xian, "Grandpa Gui gave us five extra eggs."
The group began to take stock.
Sister-in-law Guihua, Dog Egg's Mother...
Each household took one or two.
There were forty-five eggs scattered around.
Then Chen Xian began to arrange for the Chen family to prepare for work.
Cuihua and Dazhu made the dough.
Liniang and Shuangshuang prepare the ingredients for tea eggs.
Wash the cinnamon, bay leaves, star anise, and chili peppers.
Chen Xian and Er Zhu prepare to make the soul seasoning.
Chili sauce, unfortunately I didn't have time to dry the chilies, so this is the only thing I can make do with. It's better than nothing.
Fifteen minutes later.
A spicy, pungent aroma began to waft from the kitchen of the Chen family.
The neighbor, Tiger's mother, complained, "Dazhu's family, what are you making now? It tastes so strange!"
"Did you say what kind of tea eggs you'd like to make?"
"Can't you just focus on making good cold noodles? Why bother with all this other stuff? You might lose money."
They didn't care at all, and acted as if they hadn't heard it.
There's a saying among rural people: "You can control everything, but you can't control a fart."
Then drain the oil from the chili peppers and fry the peanuts.
Put it in the mortar and pestle.
Crush it with a stone pestle.
San Niu covered her nose and asked in confusion, "Why does this smell so pungent, yet I keep swallowing my saliva? Why? Why?"
Chen Xian smiled and said, "Would you like to try some?"
San Niu seemed to have made a very difficult decision.
"Uh-huh."
Chen Xian added a little salt, then took out a small piece of buckwheat pancake and drizzled a little chili oil on it.
Bright red oil, crushed chili skins, and crushed peanuts.
It makes people's appetites increase.
The little girl tentatively took a small bite, and as soon as it entered her mouth, a fiery, burning heat exploded in her mouth.
"Spicy! Spicy! Spicy!"
"Water, water, water!"
He gulped down the water like a cow, drinking it like crazy.
After I savor the memory, after this feeling...
I continued to tentatively try eating buckwheat pancakes.
"It smells so good."
"This tastes really strange. I was already feeling really spicy, but why do I want to eat it again after the initial spiciness comes back?"
Chen Xian chuckled.
That's the allure of chili peppers, like a strange, seductive power. It's like an innocent young man who, even knowing a charming woman may have experienced many hardships, can't help but talk to and interact with her.
But after in-depth discussions, he repeatedly regretted that what he was doing was pointless.
It was just a one-night stand.
Then I tossed and turned in bed.
Further decline, regret, leaving, further decline, regret...
Taking this opportunity, I'd like to introduce the new dishes that I'll be launching soon.
New wine in old bottles.
Cold noodles and rolled noodles are actually similar things.
One method involves slicing the ingredients into strips and mixing them together; the other involves rolling them up whole.
Even the materials used are almost identical.
It's nothing more than shredded cucumber, peanuts, bean sprouts, gluten, sesame paste, and chili oil.
Some individual vendors even put fried dough twists into it.
In addition, some unscrupulous merchants in later generations added crushed poppy shells and black seeds to the product. This product may have been strictly prohibited in big cities, but in some remote mountainous areas, some older farmers and villagers may not know whether they are genuinely ignorant or seeking profit.
I mustered up my courage and planted them secretly.
Then they sell them to restaurant owners.
Liniang asked in confusion, "Does my husband mean we should roll the chili oil into the dough?"
Chen Xian nodded.
"Eggs are two coins each, how about we sell them for three coins each, the same old price, two for five coins?"
The Chen family members voted by raising their hands and the motion passed unanimously.
The moon and stars are sparse.
Chen Xian felt exhausted and lay down on the bed, his eyelids growing heavier and heavier.
It's really strange.
Since arriving in ancient times, apart from physical weakness, the psychological burden has actually been less heavy.
I was exhausted after a long day and went straight to sleep.
In later generations...
I scroll through my phone and watch videos before bed.
I stayed up most of the night.
I squeezed out every last bit of energy from my body before going back to sleep.
The next day I had to commute very early.
Exhausted, both physically and mentally.
The rooster crowed the next day.
The kitchen was already bustling with activity, steam rising from the ceiling.
Cuihua and Liniang were already busy steaming the dough.
Chen Xian scooped some water from the vat to wash his face, then used a willow twig to stir the water and casually smear it in his mouth.
Then I sat down at my desk to start writing.
Thinking about the yellow worm from yesterday, I felt a little uneasy.
Subconsciously, he felt that the only way to live securely in this era was to hold onto his money tightly and exchange it for food.
So I wrote a thousand characters in one go using a calligraphy brush.
In addition, there were the manuscripts I wrote sporadically some time ago.
It contains approximately four to five thousand words.
This made him feel that he needed to go see the manager of Rainforest Bookstore.
In the town.
Rainforest Study.
Uncle Fu was instructing his staff to print the latest storybook.
That is, the Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio written by Chen Xian.
I don't know what happened.
The guy over there rushed over to find him.
"Shopkeeper, Mr. Qingyun, please suspend updates to his novel 'The Third Miss's Zither'!"
Somewhat unexpected.
"What happened?"
Mr. Qingyun is the most senior writer at Rainforest Bookstore, with dozens of famous works to his name.
His most recent picture book has sold quite well.
If I can't figure out what reason he would have to stop updating.
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