Chapter 224: Marrying a Wife and Forgetting the Mother
Song Shiwei first soaked various spices, then found paper and pen, drew the appearance and size of the yak hotpot, and handed it to Song Wenlin.
"Brother, if you can do it, ask him how much it costs. If the price is right, we can order 20 of them first. The thickness must also be according to what I wrote above!"
Anyway, copper pots are more durable and not easily deformed, but they are expensive. Making twenty should be enough first.
Song Wenlin took a look at it and then carefully put it in his pocket.
"I've made a note of it! I'll look for it tomorrow!"
After Song Shiwei finished explaining this matter, he concentrated on making the hot pot base.
Zhao Huili was not idle either. She had to wash vegetables, cut vegetables and peel garlic.
The girl said that potatoes, sweet potatoes, radishes and so on all need to be sliced, the cabbage needs to be washed and cut, and some vermicelli, tofu, mushrooms and so on also need to be prepared.
There is only so much to eat in winter, and there are no fresh vegetables.
In fact, Song Shiwei had already thought about these things in his mind.
She also wants to buy a piece of land and grow some greenhouse vegetables. Although greenhouse cultivation technology was introduced to China in the 1980s, it is still not available in the country.
If other people can't eat fresh vegetables in winter, but their hot pot restaurant has them, it will definitely be a gimmick to attract a large number of people.
Now there is still some vacant land in her mother's and Shen Xiu'e's yards, so she can try it out first.
I was already very skilled at it at home.
The other sisters-in-law also learned a trick from her, so they don’t have to worry about having no vegetables to eat this winter.
Song Shiwei thought that although they could only grow vegetables for a few years, it would be enough. By then, the reputation of their hot pot restaurant would have spread far and wide. Moreover, when the vegetable greenhouses were first implemented, these off-season vegetables were very expensive.
According to her guess, the supply of their greenhouse vegetables can last for at least five or six years. In five or six years, their reputation will have spread and their customer base will be stable.
It's a sure win no loss.
Song Shiwei soaked the spices in warm water for about twenty minutes and saw that the peppercorns had already swelled.
It's ready to start frying.
Fortunately, Zhao Huili also has two woks and two stoves here, one is a ground pot and the other is a coal stove.
She asked Zhou Tingyue to help her light the fire.
Put the fermented black beans, green onions, ginger, fermented glutinous rice, garlic, ground vegetables, fermented black beans and rock sugar, and white wine in a pot and mix well.
In another pot, add 3 pounds of butter and melt it, then add ordinary peanut oil and heat it to 70%-80% hot. Use a spoon to scoop the oil onto the mixed bean curd, stirring while pouring the oil to prevent the bean curd from burning, until all the oil is poured out.
Then put the pot with the fermented black beans on the fire and simmer over medium heat for about ten minutes. When the fermented black beans are almost dry and there is almost no moisture left, add the chili peppers and switch to high heat to stir-fry!
When the oil boils, switch to low heat and simmer. After about fifteen minutes, add about 25 grams of white wine and continue to stir-fry until the water in the ingredients is almost dry, then add the soaked spices.
When all the ingredients are 90% dry, add the soaked Sichuan peppercorns and stir-fry for another five to ten minutes.
By this time, the aroma of the hot pot ingredients had already filled the entire yard.
Song Wenlin and Zhao Huili kept sniffling.
“It smells so good!!”
“It smells so good!!”
Song Shimiao couldn't continue doing his homework, so he ran out, moved a small stool, and sat next to the stove to watch Song Shiwei stir-fry the hot pot ingredients.
While watching, he kept wiping his saliva.
"Sister, you made it smell so good!"
"Ahem!! Except it's a little spicy!!"
Song Shiwei couldn't help but laugh: "I know you can't eat spicy food, so I cooked it slightly spicy this time!"
"Do you think it smells good now? It will be delicious when we have hotpot later!"
Feng Chunmei's family naturally also smelled the fragrance.
They stewed an old hen at home today.
She was originally very excited and wanted to show off, but when she smelled the strong fragrance in the air, she suddenly felt that the chicken stewed in the bowl was not fragrant at all!
Song Yingying did the same, eating the chicken leg in front of her with an ugly look on her face.
She couldn't help complaining in her heart that her mother's cooking skills were getting worse and worse. A good old hen was not tasty at all after she stewed it!
This chicken drumstick has no taste!
My nose was filled with the smell coming from Zhao Huili's house.
Feng Chunmei's little grandson, who was only four or five years old, cried non-stop.
"I don't want to eat chicken, this chicken is too disgusting, I want to eat delicious food, I want to eat the delicious food of Second Master's family! The meat of Second Master's family is delicious!!"
Feng Chunmei's daughter-in-law hurried to cover his mouth, but he struggled so hard that she couldn't cover it.
Song Yingying was so angry that she hit him on the head with a chopstick.
"Cry, cry, cry! Why are you crying on New Year's Day? Are you trying to call for your soul? If you keep crying, I'll feed you to the old cat!"
After being beaten and frightened by her, the child cried even louder, and Feng Chunmei's daughter-in-law also became a little angry.
"Just say what you want to say, aunt. Why do you want to hit my son? He is still so young. What if he gets hurt? I don't want my third child to fail to get into college in the future!"
When Song Yingying heard this, she became angry.
He slammed the chopsticks on the table, stood up and said, "Oh, I can break it with just one tap of my chopsticks? What does it have to do with me if your son fails to get into college? Why don't you say he's stupid? Even his mother failed to get into college, how smart do you think your son is? Like mother, like son! Why don't you say your son is like you!"
Feng Chunmei's younger daughter-in-law is not a good person either. Although she knows that her younger sister-in-law has married into a good family and is about to get married, she is still angry. Over the years, her parents-in-law have always favored her younger sister, especially her mother-in-law, who holds her in her hands like the apple of her eye every day!
I always thought that she was destined to be rich and would definitely marry into a good family in the future. But when Song Shiwei found a group leader, she rushed over and tried to snatch him away. What kind of person is she!
Now she finally found a husband whose family conditions were not bad, but the dowry almost emptied the main house of the Song family.
How could she feel happy?
"What you said is irrational. There are children whose parents are not educated and get into college. Does it mean that if their parents are not good at studying, their children will definitely not study well? In ancient times, many top scholars came from poor families! Don't look down on others!!"
"What did you say??"
Song Yingying was so angry that she rolled up her sleeves and was about to take action, but was stopped by Feng Chunmei.
"shut up!!"
"Second brother, what are you talking about? Why are you scolding your aunt? It was the third child who was crying, and as an aunt, can't she teach him a lesson?"
Seeing her taking sides, her second son was also unhappy.
"Mom, how can you say that? Look at what my sister said. My third child is crying, and my wife can't stop him. He is just a child. My sister came up and hit him with chopsticks. What if she accidentally breaks him?"
Feng Chunmei was instantly annoyed that her son dared to talk back to her.
"You really have forgotten your mother after marrying a wife. Why did I give birth to such a useless thing like you? Didn't you think this chicken is not tasty? Don't eat it!"
As she spoke, she picked up the basin on the table and put it into Song Yingying's hand.
"Give it all to Yingying, and don't give it to these ungrateful people!"