Chapter 3 The one who owes the debt is the grandfather, and the one who asks for the debt is the grandson
Jiusu went to the town on the village's ox cart.
She leaned against the wall of the car and was drowsy, not caring what the gossips said.
Chen Zhao once killed a wild boar and sold it to a butcher for three taels of silver. The butcher said he had to pay in installments and only gave him five hundred coins. After Chen Zhao was arrested, he kept dragging his feet and refused to pay or acknowledge his debt.
The pig butcher looked up and said, "Buying meat? Oh, it's you. I'll give you some meat. Don't make trouble here."
He impatiently threw aside a piece of extremely dirty meat.
"You're asking for money again. It's so annoying."
Jiusu deeply understood the saying that it is the grandfather who owes the debt and the grandson who asks for it. She stretched out her hand and said, "Two thousand five hundred coins."
Bang!
The butcher threw the kitchen knife on the chopping board. He leaned against the table, feeling extremely oppressed. "How can I have so much silver? Are you trying to rob me? However, if anyone dares to rob my silver, they will have to wait and see if they can get away alive."
A threat! A naked threat!
Jiusu didn't dare to confront him head-on. After all, she was just a cook and a half-immortal. Her eyes fell on the pig intestines placed casually on the ground.
She said, "Give me the pig intestines; they can be used as a payment."
The pig butcher's eyes flashed with mockery. He picked up the basket and said, "It's not easy for you to take it. The basket is ten cents, how about these pig intestines for five cents?"
"Okay." Jiusu nodded.
The butcher hurriedly took out some pig intestines from his room and put a lot more into the basket. He said, "How much are these in total?"
Jiusu smiled and said, "Cut some more meat for me so I can report back to my boss."
She was walking on the street carrying fresh pig intestines. Many people looked at her with disgust. Only she knew how delicious the processed pig intestines were.
Fangxing Building.
The waiter was busy, and the shopkeeper was originally smiling, but when he smelled the smell, he frowned and said, "Miss, if you want to sell pig intestines, you can sell them to the poor."
Pig offal is disgusting and unpalatable, and the rich sneer at it.
In the eyes of the poor, it can fill their stomachs when they are really hungry.
Jiusu said politely, "Boss, I'm here to apply for the position of chef."
"Our restaurant doesn't hire female chefs. You'd better go back. You're really disturbing our guests' meals." The shopkeeper frowned, smelling the feces and feeling nauseous.
There weren't many people in the restaurant, so I chatted with her for a few minutes.
Hearing this, Jiusu smiled.
"The female chef is not bad either. I bet you will love the food I cook."
"Bet? What can you bet with me?" The shopkeeper shook his head helplessly, "Little girl, go back quickly. I don't have time to play with you."
Jiusu picked up the basket, and the smile on his lips deepened a little.
"Oh no, I shouldn't have come here earlier. I thought the owner of Fangxinglou was different. He doesn't even dare to bet with me. He doesn't have the guts. I don't think this business will last long."
"Okay! I'll bet." The shopkeeper turned around, his tone filled with warning, "If you lose, you'll work in my restaurant for the rest of your life. If you win, you can set any terms."
He just didn't believe it.
What kind of delicacies can a little girl make?
The shopkeeper brought Jiusu in through the back door, cleared out a small kitchen, and said, "I'll only give you half an hour. You can use the ingredients as you like, but you can't take them away."
Jiusu responded and sent the shopkeeper away.
The pig offal was covered with dirty impurities. After all of them were put into the water, she endured the odor, tore off the impurities, and after washing them twice, the odor was reduced a lot.
Then, rub it clean with salt and flour and then wash it.
Blanch in water for five minutes, then marinate in light salt water.
at the same time.
Half an hour after she prepared the spices, she took out the pig's offal, cut it into small pieces, and blended it with cooking wine, five-spice powder and pepper for a few minutes. The aroma was already wafting out.
Modern oils have fewer impurities, but she only has a small bottle.
You can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a child. The more oil, the more fragrant it is. She poured a large spoonful of it, added green onions, ginger, garlic and chili peppers, and the aroma spread throughout the kitchen.
Add the intestines and keep stir-frying.
She poured in light soy sauce, dark soy sauce and oyster sauce, which were not available in ancient times, and the color was just right. She added white sugar to enhance the flavor and starch to thicken the sauce, making the dish full of color, aroma and taste.
Behind.
There were footsteps.
Jiusu turned around and saw a strange man carrying a bundle of firewood. She waved and said, "Hey, brother, can you help me call the shopkeeper?"
The man paused, then nodded.
Soon, the shopkeeper came. He looked at the greasy pig offal on the table, which smelled very fragrant, and looked to the side.
"Jiang Jing, go try it first."
Jiusu looked over. This man named Jiang Jing didn't look like someone from a small family. She handed over the chopsticks and said, "Please."
Jiang Jing took a bite and looked calm.
The shopkeeper asked, "Is it not tasty?"
"Delicious." Jiang Jing put down his chopsticks, his voice low, his eyes shining as he looked at Jiusu. He had also eaten delicacies from land and sea, but the one she made with pig offal was even better.
The shopkeeper's face lit up with interest, and he took a bite doubtfully.
"Yeah, not bad."
He put down his chopsticks and said, "I lose. Miss, you can ask for anything you want, but can you please sell me this dish?"
Jiusu said, "I can't sell the dishes, but I can sign a one-month contract with the shopkeeper. I'll come every morning and only make fifteen dishes at a time. You can use this as your signature dish, limited in time and quantity, to attract customers."
The shopkeeper was very excited and asked again.
"What about a month later?"
"I will sell the dishes to you in a month." Jiusu said.
The shopkeeper hesitated for a few steps and said, "One month. What if someone imitates me?"
Jiusu smiled and said, "Then I'll compensate you with another dish. If you're not satisfied, I'll return all the money. Besides, the seasonings I use are all secret, so the taste won't be exactly the same."
It is impossible for anyone to imitate.
Unless that person also has such a system.
The shopkeeper made the final decision and quickly asked the accountant to rush out a contract. He handed it to the girl and said, "The price of the dishes is 50 wen, and I'll give you 30 wen per plate. That's 15 plates a day..."
Jiusu said first: "450 wen, which is 13,500 wen a month, equivalent to 13,500 wen."
The shopkeeper was amazed and he fiddled with the abacus to figure it out.
He nodded, his tone full of surprise: "That's right, girl, you are really amazing. If you come to my shop to work as an accountant, you can finish the accounting in one day."
I noticed that the accountant was looking at me with a slightly unfriendly look.
In fact, this is nothing new in modern times. Everyone can do these simple integer multiplication and division mental calculations.
Jiusu chuckled and said, "You're joking. I can't do accounting, I can only count. However, I'll have to trouble the shopkeeper to pay me ten taels in advance. I'm afraid you've already seen that I wear coarse cloth and my family is poor, so I don't have the money to buy materials."
Make an advance payment first, so that you can complete the system task and start the next task.
"Okay, I can give you the money, but you have to tell me your address so that I can find you if I need anything." The shopkeeper nodded.
"Chenjiacun, my name is Jiusu." Then, she reminded him, "I'll come early tomorrow morning. The shopkeeper can take a little more pig offal. I guess the price will go up in a few days."
"Thank you for the reminder, young lady." The shopkeeper gave her some money and said politely, "Take care."
At this time, Jiang Jing had also paid the money.
The two of them walked in the same alley, and Jiusu turned around, frowning: "Why are you following me?"
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