Uncle Qian had breakfast and lunch at Douxiangzhai yesterday and was still not satisfied. His wife and grandson also liked the bean curd sheets he brought back, so he came again early this morning.
"Brother Yan, please order sweet tofu pudding for me today. Everything else will be the same as yesterday." Uncle Qian sat down in the store.
"Here I am!" Lin Yan wiped his hands on his clothes and handed Uncle Qian some steamed buns. Luckily, I had hand-me-down clothes from the shop I was selling food in, otherwise they would have been dirty. I had to make a few more tunics when I got home today.
Uncle Qian happily began to enjoy his breakfast and asked casually, "Brother Yan, what are the dishes for lunch today? Is it the same as yesterday?"
"Yes, our dishes change every ten days, and they are all seasonal. We won't change the dishes that customers order a lot of, but we have new dishes today."
"Oh? What is it?"
"I'll keep it a secret for now. You'll know at noon." Lin Yan said with a smile. If he told you in advance, there would be no surprise.
"Haha..." Uncle Qian laughed heartily, "Okay, I'm looking forward to it."
Zhao Shiyun was forced by Lin Yan to go to the small room to rest. After all, he had woken up so early. A good rest would give him more energy. Anyway, he only had to sell a few things in the morning, so he could handle the busyness.
"Ah, wait until Brother Shiyun wakes up, and you can go and rest for a while. You get up early too." Li Yuemei nodded, not refusing. Now she gets up earlier every day than before, and has more work to do, so it's easy to get tired.
Yu Ge'er is young and energetic. He was humming a song while wiping the table. Seeing Lin Yan looking at him, he grinned and said, "Brother, I'm not tired."
Lin Yan couldn't help laughing, this little guy.
The breakfast spread quickly sold out, and Lin Yan busied himself preparing lunch. Zhao Shiyun had already gotten up and was helping out. Lin Yan made his last dish of the day, spicy and sour chicken offal. As soon as the ingredients were poured into the pot, a sizzling aroma erupted. A passerby sniffed the spicy and sour air, their mouths watering.
"Let's go to this place for lunch later," suggested the pedestrian and his companion.
The companions nodded repeatedly. The taste was so delicious that they really wanted to eat it right away. However, they had something else to do and couldn't come over until they could get something done.
"Hurry up, hurry up, finish your work and come back soon."
The two of them pushed each other and left.
Lin Yan had already cooked the dishes and was waiting for customers to come.
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"Boss, what did you make today that smells so good?"
Lin Yan said to the first diner who walked in, "It's spicy and sour chicken offal. It goes really well with rice. Would you like to try it?"
The man took a look at it. It was so greasy that he wanted to eat it. "Okay, give me one serving of chicken giblets and one vegetable dish."
The dish was served quickly, and the man couldn't wait to scoop a mouthful with his spoon, closing his eyes and enjoying it. There were chopstick holders on the tables in the shop, which contained chopsticks and spoons, and you could use whichever you wanted.
After swallowing a mouthful, the customer praised: "It's delicious, sour and spicy, and goes well with rice. I feel like one serving is not enough. Boss, please give me another serving."
Yu Ge'er served another portion of rice to the diner. The man put it on the plate, mixed it with chicken offal, and started eating it in big mouthfuls.
This spicy and sour chicken offal was very popular. Because it was made in small quantities, it was almost gone in a short time. Lin Yan secretly left a portion for Uncle Qian, after all, he had promised him that morning.
At one o'clock in the afternoon, Uncle Qian hurried over and looked into the kitchen. He saw the same few dishes, but one of the basins was empty. He slapped his thigh in frustration and said, "Oh, I'm late. It's all that Old Li's fault for forcing me to play chess."
Lin Yan came in from the store door and whispered, "Uncle Qian, I saved a portion for you." He didn't dare to speak loudly because there were still a few customers in the store who hadn't tried the spicy and sour chicken offal.
Especially the two passers-by who had passed by earlier. When they came back after finishing their business, the chicken offal had been sold out. Li Sixi patted Wu Liuhai on the back and said, "It's all your fault. You dragged your feet. Look, now we can't eat it."
Wu Liuhai also kicked him and said, "It's because you got up too late today, otherwise it would have been done long ago."
Lin Yan quickly tried to mediate: "Hey guys, we still have more tomorrow. We just made a small amount today for trial sales. And our fried bean curd sheets and pork are also very delicious."
The two finally chose one dish of stir-fried bean curd sheets with pork and one of minced pork with tofu, and sat down to eat. As soon as they took a bite, they knew the boss hadn't lied to them. It smelled and tasted delicious, especially the soup with rice. They wanted to scrape the plate clean.
Li Sixi burped and said to Wu Liuhai, "It's really delicious. Let's come back tomorrow. I don't believe we won't be able to eat it."
Uncle Qian understood the reason when he heard Lin Yan speak so quietly. He also whispered, "Give me another serving of fried bean curd and pork rice. I'll take it back and eat with my family." After saying that, he handed over yesterday's lunch box.
Lin Yan packed it for him, and Uncle Qian quickly slipped away.
Today's dishes were sold out by 2 p.m., so Lin Yan dragged Zhao Shiyun to buy some chicken offal. Arriving at the same place he'd bought them from yesterday, Lin Yan asked directly, "Boss, how many sets of chicken offal do you have today? I want ten sets a day, can you?" These spicy and sour chicken offal were delicious and went well with rice, so Lin Yan planned to sell them long-term.
The boss's name is Zhou Wanan. He raises a lot of chickens at home. He opened this shop in the town a few years ago. He originally specialized in selling live chickens. Some customers often asked if he had half a chicken for sale. He was quick-witted and started selling slaughtered chickens, half and half. His business was pretty good.
When the boss saw that it was the guy from yesterday, he replied, "Yes, I sell more than ten pairs every day, but today's are almost sold out. There is a customer who keeps dogs and occasionally comes to buy some to feed his dog. Unfortunately, he bought one today, so I still have three pairs left." Usually chicken offal is sold separately, and customers who buy chicken don't like to sell them together, as they always feel they are losing out.
"Then give it all to me. I'll go get some from other places. Do you usually have that much chicken offal in the morning?"
"In the morning, too. I usually kill about ten chickens in the morning."
"Then can we come and get it tomorrow at noon?"
"Okay, I'll pack it for you. Just come and get it."
The weather is getting hotter. If I buy chicken offal in the afternoon, I have to hang it in the well. The offal smells bad and is not good at all. It is best to buy it in the morning.
Lin Yan and Zhao Shiyun went to another house to collect ten sets of chicken offal. When they returned to the shop, Amo and Yu Ge'er had already packed up, and the family drove home in a donkey cart.
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