Chapter 128 Mother Dong tells a story
If you don't want to be dragged to death in the quagmire, you have to make people avoid you. This is the survival rule that Shi Er has figured out at the bottom of the society. As long as everyone in the Shi family hates him, he can take back as much money as he wants, like a gift. No one dares to say anything, and some even take his money and hope that he will die outside early and not come back.
So when Shi Er proposed dividing the family property without leaving every brick and tile behind, everyone in the Shi family knelt down to thank God.
There were no property disputes and the division of the family property was quickly settled. From then on, apart from honoring his parents during festivals, Shi Lao Er would no longer give money to his family unless there were contributions in cases of birth, old age, sickness or death. He would set up his own household.
When Shi Er went to Wenshan Street to look for a house to rent, Miao Ercui learned how to make breakfast under Dong's mother. Except for the secret technique of making rice noodle rolls, she was taught everything else, including how to make the dumplings with plenty of soup.
While working, he told her a story in a seemingly casual way, "It is said that there were two landlords in the past. One worked hard all his life and saved thousands of taels of silver when he died. He passed all of it to his son. He thought that with so much silver, his son would definitely live a more comfortable life than him. After the old landlord died, his son did live a more comfortable life than him, but this comfort only lasted for a few years. Without the restraint of the old landlord, the small landlord spent his thousands of taels of silver on wine, women, gambling, eating, whoring and prostitution. He soon spent all of it and became a poor man who could not even afford to eat.
What about the other landlord? When he was alive, he ate and spent as he pleased. When he died, he had nothing but a small yard and taught his son how to dig the land and plant crops. People thought that the small landlord would have no inheritance and would have a hard life in the future. But in three to five years, the small landlord not only planted a lot of food on the piece of land left by his father, but also bought a lot of land and became a famous landlord in the area.
Miao Ercui had been learning the craft from Mother Dong for more than ten days, and she had never heard her tell any stories. Suddenly, when she was learning how to make dumplings, she told a story. Why? She couldn't figure it out, so she asked her husband after work that night, "Erlang, what do you think Mother Dong meant by this story?"
“Xiaolongbao?”
Miao Ercui nodded.
Shi Er often walks on the street and has heard people gossip that the soup in Su Ji Xiao Long Bao is something that ordinary people can't make at all, and it's actually a secret recipe. "Then I understand."
Miao Ercui didn't understand what was said, she just sighed, "Who would have thought that the soup in the dumplings was made from pork skin jelly."
"Young Master is trying to warn us."
"How?"
Shi Erhui said: "Let's not sell the secret recipe. Even if we sell it for a high price, the windfall will be spent soon. But if we don't sell the secret recipe and keep making it, the money will flow like a trickle of water and ensure that we will never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of our lives."
"Oh my god, the servants of the Imperial College are different from those of other families. They are so roundabout when giving warnings.
Shi Er replied coldly, "If you really dare to sell this secret recipe, I'm afraid there will be no Shi Er's family of five in the capital."
Miao Ercui broke out in a cold sweat after hearing this. "Is this... so serious?"
Shi Er nodded and warned his wife, "The kitchen is an important place. You must keep it under strict control like the boss in the future. Don't let anyone in casually. Even your son and daughter must be careful not to let them know, otherwise the secret recipe will be leaked accidentally."
After half a month, Shi Er finally found a house, but the house was almost at the end of the street and very remote. Shi Er asked Su Ruojin to help him think of a way to save money and have a good location.
Su Ruojin rolled her eyes at him, "Do you think I'm a wishing well? I can make anything I say come true!"
Ah... How did it get connected to the wishing well? Shi Er looked puzzled. "If I set up a stall at the door, I'm afraid no one will come to buy."
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