"Good afternoon, Brother Deng. I would also like to order some more Procambarus clarkii."
Wen Jiu was making snowflake cakes while talking on the phone. The fifty kilograms of crayfish at noon were sold out in a short time. The popularity far exceeded her expectations.
And she found that many people didn't recognize it as Procambarus clarkii. Even Sister Chen came to the kitchen to ask questions after eating it, wondering where she bought fresh shrimp with such good meat.
When she told her that the shrimp was Procambarus clarkii, Sister Chen smiled confidently and said it was impossible. She also said that she could understand her reluctance to disclose the purchase channel. After all, in business, you have to have your own secret recipe.
"Yes, I want to order two hundred pounds of Procambarus clarkii every day."
When Deng Ning heard this, he was confused. He thought that Wen Jiu would not come back after buying a hundred kilograms, but he did not expect that the other party not only said that he would continue to order, but also increased the order quantity.
So he asked the question in his mind: "So the crayfish sold at Wenji Restaurant at noon is Procambarus clarkii?"
"Yes, Brother Deng, are you here to eat?"
Such an affirmative answer directly made Dunning excited. He was thinking about whether this year's Procambarus clarkii had mutated, so the taste was much better than in previous years.
After hanging up the phone, in order to test his idea, he took out a pound of shrimp from the warehouse, and then went to the simple kitchen of the management department to boil a plate of Procambarus clarkii with water.
The Procambarus clarkii cooked in water also glowed red, which boosted Dunning's confidence a lot.
He waited until it was slightly cooler before he picked up a shrimp and slowly peeled it open. The snow-white and pink shrimp meat did have a sweet taste in his mouth, but it was followed by a bitter and salty taste.
"Bah!" Deng Ning spat out the shrimp meat. The taste was no different from the shrimp in previous years.
This is enough to show that the Procambarus clarkii has not changed in any way, but how does Wenji Restaurant make Procambarus clarkii so delicious?
This question is actually easy to answer. The original Procambarus clarkii is delicious when boiled in water, but Dunning, like others, does not know how to handle Procambarus clarkii.
Although the water in East Lake is clear and contains few impurities, the Procambarus clarkii still needs to be washed when fished.
Not only did he fail to clean the sediment from the Procambarus clarkii, but he also put a lot of salt and MSG into the water in which the shrimp was boiled. Therefore, the Procambarus clarkii was naturally difficult to swallow.
Depressed, he could only throw away the plate of Procambarus clarkii, and then walked bitterly to the warehouse to receive the newly salvaged shrimps.
Now on the other side.
The long-warm sweet potato starch was finally dried. She and Li Qingyu ground the small pieces into fine powder. After many times of fine drying and grinding, the sweet potato starch could be used to make sweet potato powder.
After achieving this step, she could do the rest by herself, so she asked Li Qingyu to go back to the kitchen to slowly process the ingredients.
"Sister Jiu, the Spring Festival is coming soon, do you want to buy some decorations? You still need to have a festive atmosphere during the festival."
Li Qingyu's voice suddenly came, and Wen Jiu, who was making sweet potato noodles, was stunned for a moment.
Isn't it already spring? Why is the other party saying that the Spring Festival is coming?
She suddenly remembered what she had seen on Xingbo and the college forum before. Everyone was saying that they hoped to finish the final exam quickly so that they could have a holiday for the Spring Festival.
But at that time, she only thought about making some glutinous rice balls and dumplings. She didn't look at the difference between the Spring Festival here and the modern Spring Festival at all, and she didn't know when the Spring Festival would be celebrated.
"When is the Spring Festival?" She raised the volume so that Li Qingyu could hear. After all, the kitchen was still some distance from the backyard, and there was a small warehouse in between.
Li Qingyu became happy when she heard this. He was the person who loved to celebrate festivals the most.
So he immediately replied loudly: "The Spring Festival is three days away! Sister Jiu, you don't care about festivals. The Spring Festival is the most important festival of the year, which means the arrival of spring and the beginning of a new year."
How could Wen Jiu not care about the Spring Festival? In modern times, she loved celebrating the Spring Festival the most. But at that time, she was carefree and didn't have to worry about whether she would eat or sleep in the open. She only needed to practice diligently and have fun.
But then she was in this strange world, and she had to think about how to get money every day. She was afraid that she would go back to living in an abandoned bus and picking up garbage for a living, and she would not have time to think about the holidays.
"Sister Jiu, why don't you say anything?" Li Qingyu ran to the backyard holding a carrot, "Don't you know what the Spring Festival is?"
He suddenly thought of Wen Jiu's status as an orphan. He might not have celebrated the Spring Festival, and he might not even know what the Spring Festival was.
So he hurried to the backyard and explained to Wen Jiu that the Spring Festival is to celebrate the coming of spring and the start of the new year. Every time during the Spring Festival, everyone would post couplets and the words "Fu", and cook a large table of dishes to celebrate reunion with their families.
"I know what celebrating the Spring Festival is, you don't need to explain it anymore." Wen Jiu felt a headache listening to him talking, "I'll buy some red paper later and write the couplets myself. Do you want to take two pairs back?"
Her calligraphy was definitely better than what was sold outside, not to mention that Li Qingyu had seen her write before and immediately nodded frantically to express his need.
"Then...forget it, just keep going and remember to help me send the express."
Wen Jiu originally wanted to ask Li Qingyu to ask Qiao Shishi if she needed two pairs of couplets to post at home, but she thought that if the other party would live with her until school started, he would probably not go home for the Spring Festival. .
So she changed the subject and did not mention Qiao Shishi's sadness.
Li Qingyu didn't think too much and happily left the backyard and returned to the kitchen. She didn't forget to show off to Qiao Shishi that Wen Jiu was going to give her two pairs of couplets.
"That was written by Sister Jiu herself. Although I have never seen her write calligraphy with a calligraphy brush, the words she wrote with a ballpoint pen are so beautiful. I believe she will write better with a calligraphy pen."
He showed off for a while but didn't see Qiao Shishi showing any envy, so he asked curiously: "Why don't you make a fuss and say that you want it too this time? That was written by Sister Jiu herself."
"I stayed at Jiujiu's house during the Spring Festival. Not only did I have couplets written by her, but I also had a reunion dinner cooked by her. No one like you would show off even a small gadget."
Qiao Shishi glanced at him disdainfully. She was no longer the Qiao Shishi who had to compete for favors before. She was now the Qiao Shishi who lived in Wen Jiu's house and had access to the water and the terrace.
After listening to her words, Li Qingyu realized that she was the most pitiable.
His face suddenly fell and his eyes filled with tears, "Do you think it's still too late for me to move to Sister Jiu's house now?"
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