Jiang Wanwan picked up the teapot on the table and poured a cup of tea for herself and her second uncle. She took a sip, blinked her eyes, and said mysteriously, "Second Uncle, what we're eating isn't a meal, it's about social etiquette."
"Oh~~" Uncle Jiang nodded repeatedly, "I don't really understand."
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Just know that we come here to eat in order to sell our mosquito coils."
"I see!" Uncle Jiang's eyes lit up. Upon hearing that he could sell mosquito coils, he instantly stopped worrying about the money.
He knew that you have to give up something to gain something.
Jiang Xun listened intently, silently remembering what Jiang Wanwan said.
Soon, the waiter brought the dishes over.
"Stir-fried asparagus, sweet and sour pork ribs, roast chicken," the waiter announced as he brought the dishes to the table. "And a big bowl of rice."
"The dishes are all served. Please enjoy your meal."
"Thank you, Brother Er," Jiang Wanwan said.
"No need to be polite, just call me if you need anything." The waiter took the tray and left.
Jiang Wanwan scooped a large bowl of rice for her second uncle and Jiang Xun, saying, "Second Uncle, Fourth Brother, you've worked hard, eat more."
"Oh dear, what's the trouble you and Xun have been through? You're the one who's been working hard. You should eat more." Uncle Jiang picked up the bowl in front of Jiang Wanwan and scooped a large bowl of rice for her as well.
"Thank you, Second Uncle." Jiang Wanwan took the rice with both hands. "Eat quickly, we still have to go home and do chores later."
She picked up her chopsticks and first took a bite of stir-fried asparagus.
Hmm, the taste is alright.
Jiang Wanwan moved her chopsticks to the sweet and sour pork ribs.
What?
Is this what they call sweet and sour pork ribs?
Why did she feel that this sweet and sour pork ribs was made similarly to pork? There wasn't a trace of caramel on the ribs, making it completely different from the modern sweet and sour pork ribs that were perfect in color, aroma, and taste!
Are you sure you didn't serve the wrong dish?
Jiang Wanwan, with a "let's give it a try" attitude, picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and put it in her mouth, her brows furrowing instantly.
It's so sweet, so incredibly sweet.
The unique sourness of sweet and sour pork ribs is masked by the sugar, making it too greasy and lacking any of the original flavor.
It's obvious that the ratio of sugar to vinegar wasn't right; it's too sweet.
I don't touch any of the colors, aromas, or flavors.
No wonder there are so few customers in the restaurant; the food is just too bad!
Zhang Laifu, who was doing the accounting at the counter, inadvertently caught a glimpse of Jiang Wanwan's furrowed brows.
Seeing this, he forgot about the accounts, put down his abacus, and hurried over. "Wanwan, isn't this sweet and sour pork ribs delicious? To tell you the truth, this is our restaurant's signature dish. I specially paid the chef to learn how to make it from outside, all to revive our restaurant."
"Cough cough cough~~" Jiang Wanwan choked so much that tears streamed down her face.
"Uncle Laifu, you said this was specially learned outside? You've been fooled, haven't you? The sweet and sour pork ribs are too sweet, and they don't look very appealing either," Jiang Wanwan said honestly.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Laifu wasn't angry; instead, he looked at her with delight. Customers at the restaurant never order sweet and sour pork ribs a second time.
He racked his brains but couldn't figure out the reason.
"My dear niece, you know how to make this dish?" Zhang Laifu looked at her expectantly, as if grasping at a straw.
Jiang Wanwan shook her head, and the light in Zhang Laifu's eyes instantly went out.
He smiled wryly, realizing that he had only acted out of desperation, believing that the young girl could cook this famous Jiangnan dish.
"I don't know how to do it, but I know how to do it."
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