Chapter 19
"Brother! Would you like some cold noodles? My noodles are delicious too!"
The auntie selling cold noodles saw that Su Miao's porridge was sold out and there were still people left who hadn't had any, so she almost jumped for joy and stepped forward to stop the fat boy.
It wasn't like the fat guy hadn't eaten lunch. He didn't even look at her and waved his hand, saying, "No, no, cold noodles are not as delicious as fried pork offal."
The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously. The auntie mixing noodles felt like she was stabbed in the heart and was so angry that she gritted her teeth.
Seeing her walking back angrily, her husband asked, "What's the matter? They're all sold out over there, and there are no customers yet?"
"Everyone is waiting to drink that mouthful of porridge! They'd rather starve than not have it! I don't know what kind of magic potion is in this porridge!"
These past two days, more people went to drink porridge, but fewer people bought food from other vendors. Although there were still some, it was half less than before.
Everyone was watching the brisk sales of self-service porridge, but they themselves had surprisingly little time to spare, and they could not hide the envy and jealousy in their eyes.
The lady who mixed the noodles said to her husband, "Tomorrow we should go and try the porridge to see what kind of divine delicacy it is!"
While they were still discussing how to steal the skills, the Su family father and daughter had already returned home.
Su Yuanzheng said to his daughter distressedly: "Miaomiao, go and have some rest. Daddy will be able to pack these things up soon."
Other children are eager to play every day during the summer vacation, but my daughter is so sensible that she helps with the housework every day.
Su Miao washed the dishes swiftly: "Dad, two people will do the work faster. I will rest after we finish cleaning up together."
"How about I go to the stall tomorrow? You're still young, and it's too tiring to work every day. You can stay home and read a book, or go play with your classmates."
"What kind of work is this? I just help Dad out. It's only four or five hours a day. Our teacher said that studying should be a combination of work and rest. This is perfect now!"
Su Yuanzheng nodded helplessly: "Okay, if you feel tired one day, you must tell Dad, don't just force yourself."
"Don't worry, Dad. I know what's going on. I'm just scooping out the food and clearing the bowls. Many people brought their own lunch boxes today, so I didn't have to wash a lot of dishes."
The next day when I was setting up the stall, the aunt who made the noodles came over to drink the porridge, chewed the pork offal slowly, and tried each side dish carefully.
Su Miao immediately guessed her motive and shook her head at the worried Su Yuanzheng, telling him not to pay attention to it.
The lady who made the noodle soup ate a small bowl of porridge, went back to her tricycle to get a bowl, and then came over to pack up another portion, taking a little of each side dish with her.
Other vendors also came over to drink the porridge. Everyone had different thoughts in their mind. Some left with gloomy faces, while others chatted and laughed with the father and daughter, saying that it was indeed delicious and they were convinced.
Today, the fat boy appeared at the door the second the bell rang, and his face turned red from running so hard.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and said, "I want a big bowl of porridge! Do you have any pork offal today?"
Su Miao took out a plate and scooped some pig offal and pig blood on it, then handed it to him: "Yes, pig offal is our specialty. If everyone likes to eat it, we will keep making it."
The fat boy held a small plate and selected dishes one by one, not forgetting to respond to Su Miao: "I love it! I love it! I must make it every day!"
Business is still booming, but after two days, some workers have been foresighted enough to bring their own lunch boxes to take away.
So Su Miao had to wash fewer dishes, the porridge sold faster, and there were fewer people queuing.
The fat boy ate to his heart's content, burped, and then he pulled Su Miao aside mysteriously and said, "Little sister, I think I've had this fried pork offal from your family before."
Su Miao raised his eyebrows and wondered if someone had already started making food that tasted like Old Friend?
But this is not surprising. This is the specialty of this area. Although it was only widely popularized in the mid-1990s, it is definitely a taste that has evolved over many years. It is normal that some people are making it now.
"Little Fatty, where did you eat it?"
Seeing that Su Miao was not angry and was talking to him with a smile, the fat guy felt relieved and said to her, "In Yongcheng, it's not fried pork offal, but rice noodles, but the taste is very similar. Oh! You can add pork offal to rice noodles, or pork.
Last Chinese New Year, I went to the city to visit relatives. My eldest cousin took me to a rice noodle shop to eat noodles. He said it was very popular recently and people were lining up to eat there. A bowl cost one dollar and fifty cents!
I ate it once and couldn’t forget it. I searched all over our county but couldn’t find it. I didn’t expect to find it at your house.”
So that's how it is, that's right, Su Miao said, "It should be the same flavor, but I stir-fry pork offal and they cook noodles. In fact, they use local ingredients. My method is actually from Yongcheng."
"Oh! Then my guess was right! That noodle is called Laoyou noodle, and you can also be called Laoyou pig offal."
Su Miao blinked and smiled: "It is indeed my old friend Zhuza. I hope you will come often."
The fat boy rubbed his hands happily and continued, "Your Laoyou pork offal is so delicious, and it's the only one in Ning County. It would be a shame to only use it at the porridge stall to go with porridge. Can you make some more? I'll buy some from you guys separately and I want to take some home for my family to try."
Su Miao's mind raced. Was he planning to start a pork offal takeout business? It was just like buying cooked food outside.
She said with a somewhat embarrassed expression, "Brother Xiaopang, to be honest, although these pig offal are cheap to buy, they are very troublesome to handle. You know after eating them, we always wash them very clean to avoid the odor. It is very time-consuming and laborious, so it is really difficult to set the price."
Seeing that there was a good chance, the fat guy quickly said, "It's only natural that this delicious food is a bit expensive. How about this stir-fried pork offal and side dishes for two yuan a pound?"
Su Miao calculated that although the purchase price of raw pork offal was 40 cents per pound, the cost of side dishes, seasonings and firewood was quite high, and the size would shrink after being fried, so the cost of one pound of Laoyou pork offal was about one dollar.
It’s not too much to make a dollar per pound as labor fee, since only her family knows how to fry the food.
"Of course, if you or your coworkers want to buy some, you can place an order with us in advance. We'll make a few extra and sell them for two yuan per pound."
"Okay, okay! I'll need a pound tomorrow. I'll go back and ask my coworkers now. If they want it, I'll come back and tell you."
Little Fatty and his coworkers finally ordered a total of ten kilograms of Laoyou pork offal. Su Yuan was busy greeting customers and didn't know that his daughter had already made a big deal.
After closing the stall, Su Miao took out a piece of paper and a small stack of bills and gave them to his father. On them were the names and weights of the customers who had ordered pork offal.
"Dad, someone has placed an order with us for pork offal for tomorrow. They need an extra ten pounds. We're selling it for two yuan a pound. A 40-cent deposit is required. The payment and delivery will be tomorrow."
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