Chapter 75 Chapter 75 Selling Cold Noodles (Additional Update)
Now Miao Ying is the head of the family. Once he gives an order, the family members just have to follow him. They just have to share the responsibility for everything. This is what a family is like, sharing happiness and hardships.
Fu Lingzhi had no objection and even somewhat agreed. He looked at Miao Ying and said, "If you want to sell it, go to the county town. There are more well-off families in the county town, and many people are willing to try new things."
Miao Ying felt warm in his heart with everyone's support.
Miao Ying did what he said and started making cold noodles in the evening, preparing to try it out tomorrow.
The family didn't have too much newly ground flour, so Miao Ying took out about five or six pounds. Based on the amount of cold noodles made in the afternoon, five or six pounds of flour can make about ten pounds of cold noodles, which is about enough. If it sells well, he will add more later.
The whole family crowded into the kitchen, wanting to see how Miao Ying made this thing. It was obviously flour, but no one knew how it became so crystal clear.
Huo Xing was adding water and kneading the dough. The two children were curious, so Huo Xing gave each of them a piece of dough to play with.
After the dough is kneaded, it needs to wake up for a while. Taking advantage of this time, Miao Ying sent all the old people and children in the kitchen to sleep, and he and Huo Xing could do the rest of the work.
After everyone went back to their rooms, they were the only two left in the kitchen. Miao Ying began to wash her face, and Huo Xing started to knead the second pot of flour.
After washing out all the batter water, Miao Ying yawned. It was time for him to go to bed.
Huo Xing glanced at him and said, "Go back and get some sleep. You still need to calm down for a while."
Miao Ying thought so too. It would take quite a while for things to settle down, so he might as well take advantage of this time to catch up on some sleep. He was so sleepy that Huo Xing simply picked him up and gently asked, "What should we do next?"
"Boil some water, mix the batter, and spread it on the wooden board I asked you to make. Steam it over the water until it starts to bubble and turn transparent." Miao Ying yawned. "Then I'll take a nap. Remember to wake me up later."
Huo Xing hummed: "Go to sleep."
Miao Ying thought he had just dozed off for a while and was planning to wait for Huo Xing to call him to make cold noodles. Unexpectedly, when he opened his eyes again, it was already dawn and Huo Xing was lying next to him, breathing steadily.
Miao Ying pushed him, and Huo Xing immediately opened his eyes: "What's wrong?"
"Why didn't you call me?" Miao Ying sat up and put on his clothes. "It's too late to make cold noodles now and get to the county town."
"I'm done." Huo Xing said, "Just prepare the seasoning and we can set off."
Miao Ying frowned and punched Huo Xing: "I asked you to call me, but you did it by yourself. Who will reward you?"
Huo Xing just looked at him, then took his hand, turned sideways and kissed Miao Ying on the neck. Miao Ying always liked cleanliness and never allowed him to kiss him in the morning when he just woke up and hadn't washed up, so he could only kiss his neck to satisfy his craving.
"You will."
Miao Ying patted his face and said, "Let's talk about the reward tonight. We need to do business first today. If you make money, I'll reward you. If you don't make money, I'll punish you."
When the two of them got up, their grandmother was already up and was boiling water in the kitchen. Miao Ying looked at the pile of cold noodles and the steamed gluten with a smile on his face.
They didn't have enough time to mix the cold noodles one by one, so Miao Ying wanted to just make a big bowl of sauce. When someone bought it, he would just prepare the cold noodles and pour the sauce on them.
The things they sold were not like buns or cakes that could be taken away and eaten directly. Fortunately, when Huo Xing went to his master's house to sort out things, he found a lot of wooden bowls and chopsticks that his master had made. Xiao Mu said that someone had asked his grandfather to make them, but later they didn't want them anymore. They sold a few of them sporadically, and the rest were piled up at home. He didn't expect that he could use them now.
When packing up to go out, Miao Ying saw Huo Xing carrying the bucket for carrying water from home, with cold noodles and seasonings on one side and the dishes and chopsticks on the other.
Miao Ying was a little confused: "Why do I have to carry a bucket? Can't I just carry a backpack?"
Huo Xing smiled and said, "Are you going to give the dishes to the next customer without washing them?"
Miao Ying suddenly realized: "But where is the water?"
"There's a well over there where they sell food. Bring a bucket to fetch water for washing dishes." Huo Xing answered him.
It was already late when they arrived at the county town, and it was almost time for lunch. To sell food in the county town, one had to pay for a spot. There were temporary stalls and long-term rentals. They rented a temporary one.
Because the weather was hot, not many people came to set up stalls. They all rented stalls for a long time, and there were only a few people scattered on the street, so Miao Ying and his friends got a good spot.
The weather was too hot, and Miao Ying's face turned red when exposed to the sun. At this moment, his face was wrapped in a headscarf, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed. He sat down next to Huo Xing, looked at the deserted street, and sighed.
It was such a hot day that there were very few people going out. The vendors selling cakes and buns at the nearby stalls were sighing and starting to doze off.
Miao Ying was also a little discouraged, but he also knew that doing business was not that easy. He was a little hungry at the moment, so he simply made himself a bowl of cold noodles and started eating. Huo Xing didn't eat it, but he ate the coarse flour bread he brought from home. Miao Ying added some seasoning to it, which made it taste good.
The two of them sat aside and ate. Occasionally, three or two people passed by, but no one stopped. Miao Ying thought that they could wait until night. When it was cooler at night, some people would go out for a walk.
He hadn't finished his bowl of cold noodles when he heard someone sobbing not far away. Looking closely, he found it was a young man, not too old, wiping his eyes as he walked.
The girl next to him didn't look good either, but at least she didn't cry. She was holding a food box and was still comforting him: "It's okay, let's look for it again. We can always find something new for the young master."
"Sister Hua, we walked all over this street the past two days." The boy sobbed, "If there were something new, we would have found it long ago."
"Then the young master won't blame you if you can't buy anything new, right?" the girl named Hua'er said. "Why are you crying like that?"
After she finished speaking, she took a deep breath and saw Miao Ying sitting next to her, and the bowl he was holding. She quickly walked over and asked, "What is this?"
Miao Ying nearly choked before he could even swallow a mouthful of cold noodles. He quickly introduced them, "This is something I made myself. It's made with flour. It's sour and very appetizing."
"Is it appetizing?" Huaer looked at him suspiciously, somewhat unconvinced.
"Of course," Miao Ying said. "It's so hot out here, so you need something cold. Why don't you try it and see if you want to buy it?"
Huaer nodded: "Then let me try?"
Miao Ying picked up a piece of cold skin from the bucket, scooped out some seasoning with a spoon, dipped it in it, and handed the chopsticks to her.
Huaer only took a bite and felt that he had never tasted such a fresh flavor before. He wanted to eat more after taking a bite, so he knew that the young master would definitely like it too.
Without a word, she said, "How are you selling this? Give me some."
Miao Ying counted on his fingers in his mind. He had originally planned to sell one portion for fifteen cents. After all, the cost of refined flour was high, and the seasoning he used was unique. Fifteen cents was about right.
"Fifteen cents? That's quite expensive." Huaer said.
"Just look at the taste. I guarantee you won't be able to taste it anywhere else." Miao Ying said with a smile. He has beautiful eyes with upturned corners, and he looks very sincere when he smiles.
"Then give me two bowls." Hua'er watched Miao Ying take out the cold noodles from under the cloth covering the bucket. It was crystal clear like ice cubes. No wonder it tasted so good.
Miao Ying made two bowls, poured the sauce on them, but was in a dilemma when he brought them to her. It was obvious that Hua'er was going to take it away, so he had to pay for the bowl.
"Then I'll give you thirty-five coins, and I'll take the bowl."
Miao Ying took the money and breathed a sigh of relief. He finally sold one copy, which was a good start.
Hua'er brought the little brother back to the mansion. Miao Ying actually knew someone in their mansion, Mei Sanlang, who had visited his house last time to see the flowers and write poems.
The Mei family and the Fu family are two major families running parallel in the county. Mei Sanlang is the third child in the family and has two older brothers. Now the eldest brother has taken over the family affairs and has married. His wife's family has some indirect relatives with the Fu family. The second brother does not get involved in the family business. After passing the imperial examination, he was transferred to a place to be a county magistrate. Mei Sanlang is not in tune with the family all day long. He is already of adult age but still has no serious demeanor. He either eats, drinks, plays, or writes poems and songs all day long. He has the title of a money-giving boy in the county.
Hua'er is Mei Sanlang's personal maid. The boy next to her is new to Mei Sanlang's side. Because he is young and timid, he often cries.
Hua'er returned home with the things she had bought. Mei Sanlang was lying on his couch in dishevel. The weather was too hot and he had no appetite. He even lost the energy to write poetry.
"Young Master, I went out today and found you something new to eat. Would you like to try it?" Hua'er put down the food box with a smile and went to help him fan himself.
"If you don't eat it, it's all vulgar." Mei Sanlang still felt bored.
"If you don't eat, our Guang'er will cry again." Hua'er laughed, "He just cried all the way."
Mei Sanlang sat up and said, "Okay, okay, Guang'er, please don't drown my Jingshuizhai. I'll just try it."
There was a wooden bowl in the food box. It didn't look delicate, but the things inside, with their translucent and bright red colors, looked nice and smelled fragrant.
He took the silver chopsticks and tried it, then picked up a piece. After taking a bite, the taste in his mouth was really strange. He could taste the vinegar, but there was another taste that he couldn't describe. He broke out in sweat after taking a bite.
Before he could react, Mei Sanlang had already finished the whole bowl. When he was about to eat the second bowl, he remembered something.
"Take this bowl to Big Brother's yard. Big Sister-in-law is pregnant and hasn't had much of an appetite lately. Let her try this." Mei Sanlang looked at Guang Ge'er again, "Guang Ge'er, do you know where to buy this? Go buy ten more!"
"Okay." Guang Ge'er raised his foot and wanted to run away, but Hua'er held him back. "Take our own things with you, don't use their bowls."
Guang'er nodded, and when he looked at Mei Sanlang again, he had already picked up the pen and started writing poetry. Guang'er finally smiled. It was great that the young master was happy.
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