Chapter 93 Chapter 93 Potato Chips
After a good night's rest, Miao Ying woke up full of energy. He even woke up earlier than Huo Xing. Originally, he wanted him to sleep a little longer, but unexpectedly, Huo Xing opened his eyes as soon as he moved.
They didn't prepare much to sell today because they needed to buy some things, such as charcoal, oil paper, and some seasonings. They also had to go to Yunshan Academy to visit Huo Xiaobao, and if they set up the stall for too long, they would miss him.
When they arrived at the county town, they found that the stall they had set up before had been occupied by someone else. Miao Ying didn't care and moved to another place, but it was still not as good as the previous one.
After they set up their stall, they looked up and saw someone already in front of the stall: "Why didn't you come yesterday? My child was crying because he was craving food, so I brought him here and looked for you for a long time, but I couldn't find you."
Miao Ying quickly said, "I had something to do yesterday, so I didn't come. So, you're here pretty early today."
Another voice came from behind: "Don't lie, you were setting up a stall in the east town yesterday."
Miao Ying: ...
Even though Miao Ying was thick-skinned, he couldn't stand being exposed in public, so the people who arrived first were given a bunch of vegetarian dishes.
"We have something new today." Miao Ying took out the pickled chicken racks. "There are only fifteen of them. Once they're sold, they'll be gone."
"What's so delicious about this chicken bone rack?" A diner took a look and said, "I still want to eat meat."
Miao Ying brought a tray for him to choose from, and then introduced it to the people behind him: "This is fried and paired with two taels of wine. It's a perfect match."
Someone who loves this dish and has plenty of money asked, "How much is it?"
"It's the first day I sell it today, and the quantity is not large, twenty cents each." Miao Ying bought it for eight cents, thinking that he should not be so conscience-stricken and still make money.
"A whole chicken only costs forty or fifty cents, it's too expensive." Someone behind said.
By this time, Huo Xing had finished frying something else. Miao Ying said as he brushed the sauce on it, "The whole chicken you bought won't taste as good as mine."
Packing, collecting money, and introducing products, everything is done without missing a beat.
"Then give me one. I want to see whether it tastes good or not." The person who asked just now counted out twenty coins and put them into Miao Ying's money box, then went to wait on the side.
Miao Ying picked a big one for him. The sizzling sound after putting it in the pot was still very tempting, so the business at the stall was better at this moment. It was also because they didn’t come to set up the stall yesterday. You might get tired of eating it every day, but you will always think about it if you want to eat it but can’t. This is why Miao Ying plans to change the place where he sets up the stall.
Soon the chicken rack was cooked. Miao Ying changed the knife, brushed it with sauce, and finally sprinkled some powder made of chili, cumin and white sesame seeds. The aroma immediately filled the air.
"My suggestion is to pair it with a little wine. The more you drink, the better it tastes." Miao Ying handed him the packaged chicken rack and quickly got busy again.
After the first chicken rack was sold, no one came to buy it for a long time, while other items were still consumed quickly. Just when Miao Ying thought he was going to fail, someone else asked for another one, saying, "I was just drinking with Lao Yang, and he wouldn't let me touch that snack. I want to see what it is."
Lao Yang is the one who just bought the chicken rack.
Miao Ying laughed and said, "I'll pick a bigger one with you."
Maybe because they were all drinking buddies, several people came soon, all to buy chicken racks. Some were reluctant to buy one, and some came to share the chicken. Miao Ying tried his best to share it equally among them.
In the end, there was only one chicken rack left, and not many vegetables were left. Miao Ying thought that they would go see Huo Xiaobao soon, and these things would be snacks for Huo Xiaobao, so he was about to close the stall. As a result, those who didn't buy anything saw what they had hidden.
"My child is in school and hasn't been home for a while. I need to prepare some snacks for him."
"Oh, you look young, but your children are already in school?"
Miao Ying quickly said, "Yes, brother."
After seeing off the last guest, Miao Ying and Huo Xing pulled a cart to buy things, seasonings, and coal. They also bought some snacks for Huo Xiaobao, and went to the clinic to get some warm and nourishing medicine for their grandmother. Finally, they walked to Yunshan Academy.
Miao Ying had asked before and was allowed to visit him once a month and bring some gifts. However, the academy was on the mountain and it was difficult to get there with a cart, so they would fry some delicious food at the foot of the mountain, and Miao Ying would bring it up to him, while Huo Xing would stay at the foot of the mountain to guard the cart.
After all, this is their family's meal, so don't let it be stolen or seen by others.
Miao Ying climbed up the mountain panting and asked at the door who he was looking for, and someone would go and call Huo Xiaobao out. At first, he was not used to saying Huo Xiaobao's name, but finally he remembered that Xiaobao was already in school and could no longer call him Xiaobao.
Soon someone brought Huo Xiaobao over. Miao Ying waved at him. He was so happy that he almost jumped up, but because the teacher from the academy was there, he didn't dare to show it too much. It was not until they were talking in the room and there was no one around that Huo Xiaobao came over and hugged Miao Ying: "Brother."
Miao Ying stroked his hair, noticing how much he had changed in just a few days. "How's school going? Are you getting along well with your classmates? Is the teacher strict?"
Huo Xiaobao's eyes were red, but he didn't cry. He just nodded at him and said, "Everyone is very good. The teacher is knowledgeable and talented."
"Is it difficult to learn?"
Huo Xiaobao shook his head. "They're all good. Sometimes I find things difficult to understand, so I ask the Master privately. He will explain them patiently."
"That's good. Are you used to the food and accommodation here?" Miao Ying looked at him, "You haven't lost weight." He didn't know if it was due to his psychological reasons, but he always felt that the child was taller.
"I'm used to it. I eat three meals a day." Although the taste may not be as good as at home, the portions are large and filling, and there is meat every day.
Miao Ying nodded with satisfaction: "If you are tired of studying, just rest. If you don't understand, just eat more. We have paid for it."
This made Huo Xiaobao laugh. He leaned on Miao Ying's arm, a little reluctant to let him leave, after all, he was still young.
Miao Ying handed him the snacks in her hand: "This is the snack I bought for you. The store said it can be kept for a long time. Share it with your classmates."
Huo Xiaobao held the oil-paper bag and nodded again.
Miao Ying then took out another oil-paper bag, which was already dotted with oil. "This is something I just made. You have to eat it today and share it with your classmates."
Huo Xiaobao took a sniff and said, "What a nice smell, brother! What is this?"
"I've been setting up a stall in the county town lately," Miao Ying said. "This is our family's new business."
Seeing that the teacher had already been here once, they couldn't say anything more. Miao Ying took out a small puppet from his arms and said, "This is given to you by your brother Xiaolin. He told you not to miss home."
Huo Xiaobao didn't want to cry just now, but when he saw the wooden man, he couldn't help but tears fell down. Miao Ying rubbed his head. After all, the two children spent more time together, so the relationship between the two should be deeper.
Seeing Huo Xiaobao looking back every few steps, Miao Ying said, "I'll pick you up before Mid-Autumn Festival."
"Well, be careful when you get home, brother."
Miao Ying came down the mountain, and Huo Xing sat by the roadside waiting for him. Since he had nothing to do, he was carving something with a carving knife in his hand.
"Huo Xing, go home."
When Huo Xing heard his voice, he put away the things in his hands, took his hand, pulled the cart and walked with him.
"Next time we visit him, we won't have to bring our business partners with us, otherwise we'll have to visit him alone," Miao Ying said. "The child seems to be in good spirits and not thin. He told me he's eating well and his teacher is doing well too."
"That's good." Although Huo Xing usually didn't show his emotions, he really loved Huo Xiaobao. After all, he was the one who brought Huo Xiaobao back from the mountain and he was the one who watched him grow up.
After returning home, Miao Ying repeated these words to Li Hongying and her grandmother, and they finally felt relieved.
In the following days, Miao Ying and Huo Xing went to the county town one day and to the town the next. The amount they could sell was almost fixed, so they went to buy vegetables and meat after selling them. Basically, after deducting the costs, they could earn an average of one to two taels a day.
The two of them now live the life of working social animals, and the time they get off work is the time when all their things are sold out.
But many people still crave chicken racks, saying that they are a perfect match with wine. However, Miao Ying hasn't had chicken racks for a long time.
The main reason is that they only kill chickens every two days, and they will eat the chicken carcasses when they feel like it, so there is no time to wait and sell them, so they can only let them feel like it.
Some old customers also said that the food was the same every day and asked if there was something new, so Miao Ying started to think about something new.
He watched Huo Xing cutting potatoes, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind. He squeezed in front of Huo Xing and said, "Huo Xing, can you cut these potato slices very, very thinly?"
Huo Xing nodded, adjusted his technique, and cut out the thin slices Miao Ying wanted. "Is this okay?"
Miao Ying nodded and asked Huo Xing to cut some more. Then he soaked the cut potato chips in water to wash away the excess starch, and finally blanched them in a pot. There was no kitchen paper, so Miao Ying asked Huo Xing to fry them.
Because there was moisture on the potato chips, all the oil burst out with a sizzling sound after they were put into the frying pan. Miao Ying hid far away, but Huo Xing was not afraid and asked him how long he would stop frying.
Miao Ying came over and asked Huo Xing to take it out first, and then fry it again when the oil temperature rises again. When it was taken out, it was already crispy.
Miao Ying tasted a piece and almost cried. Although it had no taste, the original aroma of the potato chips had already made him addicted. He sat there eating it with a crunching sound. When he was almost finished, he finally thought of his family, so he wiped his mouth and asked them to try it too.
Li Hongying ate one piece and then took another: "Although this doesn't taste good, it's so crunchy that I want to keep eating it."
This was exactly the effect Miao Ying wanted: "Let's fry more tonight, and I'll sell this tomorrow. I'm sure all the ladies and gentlemen in the boudoir will like it."
So Li Hongying and Miao Ying prepared the ingredients for fried skewers, and Huo Xing asked Miao Ying to arrange for cutting potatoes. After all, Huo Xing had good knife skills. When everything was almost ready, Miao Ying went to prepare the dry ingredients, chili, salt, cumin, sesame, ground them finely and mixed them together, and then coated the potato slices with them. It was no different from the potato chips in his previous life.
After Huo Xing finished cutting the potatoes, Miao Ying could see that his knuckles were trembling, so when he went to bed at night, Miao Ying would help him hold his knuckles.
"Can you make a tool?" Miao Ying held his hand and began to show him how to make one. "Like this, put a blade inside, and then, with a click, click, click, it will slice the food."
Huo Xing thought about it in his mind, and then kissed Miao Ying's heart again: "Draw it out tomorrow and let me see it."
Miao Ying nodded: "Okay."
So with the feeling that potato chips were selling like hotcakes, Miao Ying slept soundly.
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