"Give me such good cigarettes, then I won't be polite." Zhou Libo and his friends usually only smoke two-yuan packs of Red Bean cigarettes, and rarely smoke five-yuan packs of White Sand cigarettes.
"I wasn't even being polite with you, why are you being polite with me? I'm taking the bike."
Zhou Libo waved his hand: "Let's ride away, let's ride away."
He Wenlin rode her tricycle to the farmers' market and bought ten jin of vermicelli, a large bottle of vinegar, a jin of chili powder, two buckets of soybean oil, a bottle of chili oil, and two spoons for serving vegetables. This cost her 110 yuan.
Afterwards, He Wenlin bought six jin of fresh and tender cucumbers, a four-jin grass carp, two jin each of ginger and garlic, a packet of cooking wine, ten jin of chili peppers, more than eight jin of eggplants, and three jin of meat, spending forty-six yuan.
Having a tricycle makes things much more convenient; I can bring all this stuff home in one trip.
I got home early, before 8:30.
For lunch today, He Wenlin is preparing minced meat and eggplant, stir-fried eggs with chili peppers, and a cold dish of smashed cucumber.
The little boy is doing his homework quietly now, and He Wenlin is not disturbing him.
She first chopped the fish into pieces, added cooking wine and salt, and marinated it briefly.
While we're at it, I'll wash the ginger, garlic, and chili peppers.
Then they started frying the fish.
While frying the fish, I also took the opportunity to chop all the ginger and garlic and set them aside.
Around 9:15, the fish was fried.
He Wenlin started chopping chili peppers, about two and a half pounds, which she would use for stir-frying eggplant and fish.
"Sister, let me help you." At this moment, He Wenjun had also finished writing and was eager to help.
"You washed all the cucumbers."
"OK."
He Wenlin cut all the eggplants and soaked them in water. Then she cut the meat into thin slices. Because it was too hot and she was afraid of the meat smelling bad, she immediately turned on the stove, stir-fried the meat, and set it aside.
A little after ten o'clock, He Wenjun started steaming the rice.
One pressure cooker and two rice cookers, all filled with rice.
Half an hour later, the rice was cooked, so I immediately poured it into a clean bowl and started cooking rice again.
The pots weren't big enough, and there weren't enough pots, so He Wenlin hired two helpers to increase production. This was the only way she could manage.
By 10:40, the cucumber salad was ready.
The rice was cooked, and He Qian and her siblings arrived.
The three of them started packing the rice.
He Wenlin was cooking, and there was too much eggplant, so she cooked it in three separate pots to ensure the best texture.
At 11:45, the last batch of stir-fried eggs with chili peppers was cooked.
At this point, the three of them had already packed ninety boxes of rice and fifty boxes of vegetables, with about fifty boxes of vegetables still unpacked.
With three people packing, the process is very efficient.
By 11:50, seventy boxes of food had been packed.
"Xixi, you and my brother go set up the stall. Xiaojian, you go with them and wait for them to set up the stall, then ride the tricycle back and pack up the rest to take with you."
He Wenlin planned to make 100 servings to sell, but only prepared 90 boxes of rice, considering that there would be more customers today who didn't want rice but only the dishes.
Time was tight, so the three of them quickly packed their lunch boxes and a folding table, and set off on their bikes.
He Wenlin quickly stir-fried the fish and shredded potatoes.
At exactly twelve o'clock, He Jian returned.
Then, without stopping, they quickly packed the remaining thirty boxes of food.
He Wenlin put the dishes he ordered for his fellow villagers on plates, covered them with fly covers, and then placed the dishes he wanted to eat for his own family on another table.
Braised fish chunks, hot and sour shredded potatoes, eggplant with minced meat, smashed cucumber, and stir-fried eggs with chili peppers—five dishes in total.
Now He Qian's family of four also eats here, so the amount of food left is much larger.
At 12:08, everyone came back for dinner.
"Brother Zhou, Liping, your dishes are on this table, please help yourselves," He Wenlin said as she and He Jian finished up.
At 12:12, I hurriedly rode my bike to the crossroads with thirty boxes in my hands.
The queue for He Qian and He Wenjun's stall was incredibly long.
In the middle of the line, Mr. and Mrs. He, along with He Qian's parents, were also helping to collect and give change, and they were extremely busy.
He Wenlin was startled when she saw this.
It seems that more and more people know that they sell boxed lunches, and that the taste is not bad, so they all come to them.
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