Chapter 391
The next morning, as soon as it was light, Uncle Qi got up in high spirits.
After a simple wash, he went straight to the pigpen without even having breakfast.
The pigs in the pigsty were still sleeping soundly with their legs spread out. He looked at the little pigs over and over but couldn't bear to kill them.
Seventh Aunt came over to call him for breakfast. Seeing him squatting there motionless, she couldn't help but raise her voice and scold him: "If you want to do it, do it quickly. If not, forget it. Don't waste time there."
Uncle Qi turned around pitifully and said, "Why don't you pick one? I was the one who delivered them all, so I can't bring myself to do it."
Finally, it was Aunt Seven who went into the pigpen and grabbed the fattest one. The piglet grunted, as if it didn't understand the situation.
When Su Miao got up and had breakfast, and went to his seventh uncle's house with his father and second uncle, it was already 10 o'clock, and the red roast suckling pig was still turning on the rack.
The glossy color and tempting aroma make people salivate.
Seeing them coming, Uncle Qi said quickly, "The pig is almost roasted. Should we get ready to go? Otherwise, we won't be able to sell it before lunch."
"Okay, I've already brought the tricycle over. I'll take Zhu and Miaomiao with me, and you and A Zheng can ride the two wheels."
Several people quickly put the roasted pig into a pot to keep it warm, and then packed the other utensils into the car. After sitting in the back seat of the car with various chickens, ducks, fish and other small animals, Su Miao became a neighbor of the roasted suckling pig again today. However, it was wrapped up, so there was no chance for Su Miao to look into his eyes.
During the Spring Festival, the Grand Square is undoubtedly the place with the largest flow of people in the entire county.
The group rode their bikes in a hurry and headed straight for the main entrance of the square. This location was very conspicuous, with people coming and going, and it was very lively.
Uncle Qi was a little nervous and rubbed the corners of his clothes unconsciously with his hands. After all, this was his first time selling roast suckling pig, so he was inevitably unsure.
Su Miao consoled him, "Seventh Uncle, don't worry. Your roast suckling pig smells so good, it will surely be sold out in no time."
Second Uncle said, "Miao Miao, I heard from your brother Yu that you always let the guests taste new dishes when you serve them. Should we cut some out now?"
"Don't worry, wait until people come around and ask, then we can talk about the tasting. Each person can have a small piece. Uncle Qi, don't be too honest and cut a big piece, otherwise everyone will finish the pig if they have one piece each."
It was 11 o'clock in the morning, and many of the people who had come to the square in the morning had already started to leave.
Su Miao seized the opportunity, lifted the quilt on the big basin, and put out the shiny roast suckling pig. As soon as the shiny roast suckling pig appeared, it instantly attracted the attention of many passers-by, and everyone gathered around.
A young woman who had only eaten large roasted pigs and had never seen roasted suckling pigs asked in confusion, "Why is your roasted pig so small? Did you roast it from a dead piglet?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone around looked at them suspiciously.
Uncle Qi's heart tightened, and he quickly waved his hands, saying anxiously, "No, no! This is roast suckling pig, and it must be made with piglets of this size! I killed and roasted it right after it was killed. It was still alive and kicking a few hours ago."
The lady was out for fun with her family. Her knowledgeable mother-in-law quickly came to the rescue, saying, "Roast suckling pig is indeed a famous dish. I ate it when I was young.
It’s just that nowadays people tend to raise pigs as big as possible because they’re reluctant to kill piglets, so roast suckling pig is rarely made. Young people don’t know about it, so please don’t be offended.”
Uncle Qi smiled and scratched his head, not knowing how to respond.
Seeing this, Su Miao smiled and said to the mother-in-law, "Mom, our family's roast suckling pig is a craft passed down from our ancestors. It has been passed down to my seventh uncle for exactly 8 generations. The pig was just roasted not long ago and is still hot. Why don't you buy some to try? It's a perfect addition to your lunch."
Many people were amused by Su Miao's smooth talk. The "Amu" laughed and asked, "If this is a craft passed down from generation to generation, why haven't I seen you selling it before? Is it handed down from generation to generation, or was it just passed down last week?"
Su Miao was calm and confident, saying, "It's indeed an heirloom. Didn't you just say that? A few years ago, conditions were not good, and it was hard to sell it. We only ate it at home at most. Now that everyone's life has improved, I thought of picking it up."
What she said made sense and everyone nodded. It was true. Many old skills had been lost in recent years, and even if they still existed, it was difficult to set up stalls.
There was a man next to me who was from a lion dance team. He had been busy all morning and his stomach was rumbling. He saw the roasted pig and was so greedy that he asked, "How much is this roasted suckling pig?"
Su Miao replied, "Except for the pig's head, the other parts are the same price, 4 yuan per catty, with a minimum order of half a catty. We can chop it up on the spot, and you can eat it right away."
The uncle frowned when he heard this: "Oh, that's not cheap at all. We haven't tried it yet. What if it doesn't taste good?"
Uncle Qi had been listening to Su Miao's boasting, sweating profusely and barely able to lift his head. But when he heard someone say they didn't know if it was delicious, it was like a switch flipped, and he immediately responded, "You can try it! I'll cut a piece for you to try."
Seeing how straightforward he was, the uncle happily said, "Okay! I'll try it. If it tastes good, I'll definitely buy it!"
So Uncle Qi placed the roast suckling pig on a very heavy chopping board, and with a flick of the knife, he cut it into several pieces, each piece just enough for a bite. He didn't lose out, but he wasn't stingy either.
The onlookers were already tempted when they heard the "crunching" sound of the pig skin when he was cutting the roasted pig, but they didn't say anything and just waited for the uncle to try first.
"Mmm! Delicious! Bro! Weigh a pound for me! Help me chop it up. The one just now is the perfect size."
"Alright! Let's chop it now! Brother, do you think this piece is okay? If it is, I'll weigh it. Look, it's more than a pound. You helped me sell it today, so I'll give you the extra one to go back with your wine!"
"Okay, okay! You're so generous! Will you sell them here from now on? If so, I'll come to you when I want to eat them!"
"This..." Uncle Qi didn't know whether he would still sell it here in the future. He looked at Su Yuanzheng and Su Miao with some embarrassment.
Su Yuanzheng said, "Brother, we'll be here for the next few days. If we move somewhere else, we can put a note on the tree next to us to let everyone know where the new stall is."
"Okay, that's best."
Seeing that the uncle happily bought a whole pound after tasting it, the others couldn't stay any longer and asked to buy after trying it. Suddenly, several people became busy.
Uncle Seven was butchering the pig, Uncle Two was weighing it, Su Yuan was packing it, and Su Miao was shouting.
"Roast suckling pig with crispy skin and tender meat! Fresh from the oven! Weighed and chopped! Limited quantity! First come, first served!"
People walking out of the square heard from afar that quantities were limited! First come, first served! They immediately perked up and came to take a look at whatever it was!
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