Chapter 120: Jumping back and forth on the edge of death
"Comb, comb!" Zhao Xiaojing hurriedly stopped him. "Just this one day! I'll make it this last day! Look, I've already bought the pig's feet!"
"Not even for a day! I bought it, it won't go bad in the refrigerator!"
"No, no, it won't go bad if it's kept in the refrigerator, but the weather is hot and the freshness will change. The taste will be different if it's made today and tomorrow! It's really just for this day. I've already ordered enough for tomorrow, so I'll definitely have a good rest tomorrow!" Zhao Xiaojing made up an excuse with great difficulty.
In fact, for food with heavy marinade like pork trotter rice, there is no difference between keeping it in the refrigerator overnight and making it freshly. Unless you are a gourmet, you really can't tell the difference in taste.
"Really? Can you promise to have a good rest tomorrow?" Su Yuchen was not good at cooking and was skeptical.
Zhao Xiaojing nodded frantically.
She did the math and found out that she had made 12 pork elbows today. Although it seemed like a lot when she bought them, each one weighed about 2 to 4 pounds, and the total was 43.2 pounds.
But raw meat shrinks and loses weight after being braised, so about a pound of raw meat is only about 7 or 8 ounces after being braised. Zhao Xiaojing braised her pig's feet for a long time, and the heat was perfect, so the final product weighed only about 7 ounces.
In the end, these twelve pig trotters sold a total of 112 portions, which means that one pound of braised pig trotters can produce about 3.7 portions of rice.
She still needs to sell 388 servings to reach her target, so she has to make at least 105 kilograms of braised pork trotters, which is equivalent to 150 kilograms of raw pork trotters.
The first batch of 20 pig trotters she picked up today were all quite big, weighing 67 kilograms in total. When Su Yuchen went there later, it was almost evening, and the 12 pig trotters she bought were not big in size, weighing about 32.4 kilograms each.
If she can make these nearly 100 kilograms of pig's feet and sell them all tomorrow, then she only needs to make another 50 kilograms tomorrow, and she will be able to complete the task by noon the day after tomorrow at the latest!
Su Yuchen looked at Zhao Xiaojing's anxious expression, shook her head helplessly, and let go of her hand. Although she didn't think it was necessary to fight so hard, seeing that Zhao Xiaojing really wanted to do it, she let her go.
This evening, because the production was divided into two batches, Zhao Xiaojing finished even later than yesterday and only sneaked into bed at nearly four in the morning.
When she woke up the next day, even Zhao Xiaojing, who had used enhancers and had a strong body, had dark circles under her eyes and felt so groggy that she could hardly hold on.
After frying sauerkraut and shredded potatoes in the morning, Zhao Xiaojing was pushed onto a recliner by Su Yuchen.
"Alright, alright, take a break. I'll go to the stall alone, and I'll just bring the scale. Cutting the pig's feet and serving the rice doesn't require any skills, I already got used to it yesterday!"
Zhao Xiaojing wanted to say something else, but seeing Su Yuchen's unquestionable look, she shut up again.
When she was shopping this morning, she bought an extra large steel bucket and two small steel buckets. Now Su Yuchen has started to fry the pig's feet. She took out half of the pig's feet, put them in the small steel buckets and took them to the stall.
After I finished installing it and before I even went out, another group of neighbors surrounded the door. There were more people coming today than yesterday.
Zhao Xiaojing quickly stood up and greeted everyone. After collecting the money, she was busy preparing meals for the neighbors. Su Yuchen wanted to take over from her, but after looking at the time and the number of people, she swallowed what she was about to say and rode her stall bike out.
When Su Yuchen came back from setting up the stall at 1:30, both of them were exhausted.
Zhao Xiaojing has been in the kitchen all day today, and neighbors who come to buy food have been coming in intermittently without stopping. Originally, only a few neighbors who had already bought food came to buy again, but as they were buying, other residents passing by also started asking.
After asking this, I found out that this store was the source of the aroma of braised meat every midnight, and more people came to buy from it.
Zhao Xiaojing alone has sold 53 copies.
Su Yuchen was also very busy.
I didn't go to the stall last night, so a group of students who had eaten there and brought new customers came over to eat but found nothing. They kept thinking about it until noon today.
As soon as it was time for lunch, a group of students started rushing out. Some of them went to explore the way first, and when they saw Su Yuchen's stall, they started calling their roommates.
As a result, a group of students gathered around the stall and started to complain, asking for more food so that they could find someone easier in the future. Su Yuchen coped with the situation while making pork trotter rice, and had to add more rice to the students who came to add more rice from time to time. Even Su Yuchen, who was a tough guy in society, could hardly bear it.
In the midst of the chaos, the school also sold 97 copies.
Two people are paired with each other, and they find that the pig's feet in the stewed pot may not be enough to sell in the evening...
"Are you really okay? I think you're a little shaky when you walk."
Yesterday, Zhao Xiaojing ordered 35 pig's trotters from Boss Huang. In order to prevent him from staying up late today, they were soaked in the seasoning water when he brought them back in the morning. Now, after blanching them, she started a new round of braising.
Su Yuchen frowned as he watched Zhao Xiaojing busy herself while shaking her head from time to time, and her walking seemed unsteady, so he hurried over and grabbed her.
Zhao Xiaojing shook her head again, her face pale. "Comb, I feel a little dizzy."
Su Yuchen was startled and quickly helped Zhao Xiaojing sit down and touched her forehead. "Your hands are a little cold and your head is a little hot. Do you have a fever?"
Zhao Xiaojing shook her head and felt dizzy. Su Yuchen turned off the fire and went out. He bought a thermometer and took the temperature. It was 38.7 degrees. It turned out that he had a fever.
"It must be because you've been busy all the time. Not only did you stay up late, but you even sweated a lot today and had to stand in front of the air conditioner! You scolded me last time!" Su Yuchen dragged Zhao Xiaojing into the street stall cart in a bad mood, and rode the bike to the clinic.
Zhao Xiaojing smiled guiltily, and leaning against Su Yuchen, she felt her whole body heavy and soft.
Last night, after making pork trotter rice, she came home. In order to cool it down, she turned on the fan in the air-conditioned room as she had just started sweating. She held the fan and blew the cool air into the braising soup bucket, and stood aside to enjoy the cool breeze for several hours.
Plus, I've been busy lately. These past two days, I've been going to bed at three or four in the morning, waking up very early during the day, buying ingredients at the market, and then rushing back to continue cooking. I'm sweating all over, and the air conditioner blows the sweat away...
Zhao Xiaojing had been relying on her strengthened body, and she felt good about herself physically and mentally. But when she got a fever, she suddenly felt like she was on the verge of death.
I was finally reborn, but I can’t do stupid things again.
Zhao Xiaojing was taken by Su Yuchen. She was dizzy all the way to see a doctor, and took a bunch of medicine in a dizzy state. Su Yuchen sent her back to the rental house to sleep.
She slept soundly and when Zhao Xiaojing finally woke up, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.
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