Song Shiwei first soaked various spices, then found paper and pen, drew the shape and size of the shuangyan hotpot and handed it to Song Wenlin.
"Brother, if you can do it, ask him the price. If the price is right, we can order twenty of them first. The thickness must be according to what I wrote above!"
Anyway, copper pots are more durable and not easy to deform, 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 got that in mind! I'll look for it tomorrow!"
After Song Shiwei finished explaining this matter, he concentrated on making the hot pot base.
Zhao Huili was also busy. She had to wash vegetables, cut vegetables and peel garlic.
My daughter said that all the potatoes, sweet potatoes, radishes, etc. need to be sliced, the cabbage needs to be washed and cut, and some vermicelli, tofu, mushrooms, etc. also need to be prepared.
There is only so much to eat in winter, and there are not many fresh vegetables.
In fact, Song Shiwei had already thought about this in his mind.
She also wants to buy a piece of land and grow some greenhouse vegetables herself. Although greenhouse cultivation technology was introduced to China in the 1980s, it is still not available in the country.
If other people cannot eat fresh vegetables in winter, but their hot pot restaurant has them, it can definitely serve as a gimmick to attract a large number of people.
There is still some vacant land in her mother's and Shen Xiu'e's yard, so she can try it out first.
I was already very skilled at it when I worked in the family compound.
The other sisters-in-law also learned 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, their hot pot restaurant would have become famous. Moreover, when vegetable greenhouses were first implemented, these off-season vegetables were very expensive.
According to her guess, their greenhouse vegetable supply 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 matter what.
Song Shiwei soaked the spices in warm water for about twenty minutes and saw that the peppercorns had swelled.
Just prepare to start frying.
Fortunately, Zhao Huili also has two woks and two stoves, one is a ground pot and the other is a coal stove.
She asked Zhou Tingyue to help her light a fire.
Put the 9 ingredients you bought, including broad bean, green onion, ginger, fermented glutinous rice, garlic, cardamom, fermented black beans and rock sugar, and white wine into 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 in.
Then put the pot of 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 stir-fry over high heat!
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 moisture of the ingredients is almost dry, then add the soaked spices.
When all the ingredients are fried until 90% dry, add the soaked Sichuan peppercorns and fry for another five to ten minutes.
At this time, the aroma of 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, brought 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 make 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 fried it slightly spicy this time!"
"Do you think it smells good now? It will be delicious when we have hotpot later!"
Feng Chunmei and her family naturally also smelled the fragrance.
Their family stewed an old hen 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 stewed chicken 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 but complain in her heart that her mother's cooking skills were getting worse and worse. A good old hen was stewed by her and it didn't taste good at all!
This chicken drumstick has no taste!
The smell coming from Zhao Huili's house filled my nose.
Feng Chunmei's little grandson, who was only four or five years old, kept crying.
"I don't want to eat chicken. This chicken is too disgusting. I want to eat something delicious. I want to eat the delicious food from Erye's house! The meat from Erye's house 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 my soul? If you keep crying, I'll feed you to the old cat!"
After being beaten and frightened by her, the child cried even harder, and Feng Chunmei's daughter-in-law also became a little angry.
"Just say what you want to say, aunt. Why are you hitting my son? He's still so young. What if he gets hurt? I don't want my aunt to be in trouble if our third child can't 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 with my chopsticks? What does it have to do with me if your son doesn't get into college? Why don't you say he's stupid? His mother didn't even get into college, how smart do you think your son is? Like mother, like son! Why don't you say your son looks like you!"
Feng Chunmei's 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!
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