When Su Qingluan first prepared the soup, he preferred spicy and spicy flavors - dogwood, pepper, star anise, cinnamon, bay leaves...all the spices were added in as if they were free.
In fact, this kind of extensive use of spices is definitely considered "luxury" in this era. However, such a heavy-tasting but "not on the table" crude diet is completely incompatible with the exquisite style of painting that rich people pursue "all colors, flavors and tastes".
Not to mention being rich and powerful, even Mr. Xu Kekuan, who always calls himself a "gourmet", once regretfully lamented that the soup was "too strong and lost the authenticity of the ingredients" and he didn't like it.
Although Su Qingluan once silently complained that "the 'original taste' of sewerage is the [beep---] smell," she also admitted that sewerage soup is not for those who have too much concern about "taste and appearance". Demanding guests.
Although sewerage was a "hot-selling item" in Su Qingluan's previous life, it was only a few decades ago. In the early years, he was equally unpopular.
Su Qingluan tried every means to make this unpopular scrap re-eat, but this was just a way to deal with the embarrassing situation of consumers at the bottom who "want to eat meat, but don't have much spare money to buy meat." A blend, a substitute.
Since they are consumers at the bottom, it must be manual labor, or else they are farmers with their backs turned to the sky, or they are bricklayers hammering under the sun, and so on.
The more such a person is, the more he prefers salty food.
Moreover, the fresh and hot spices can also particularly arouse the appetite - even if the capacity of a spoonful at the Su's stall is not large, everyone can still eat three steamed buns even if they are soaked in the hot and spicy soup base!
Sure enough, Mrs. Xi only carefully took a sip of the soup, and then her eyes lit up: "No wonder your stall is always so lively, this soup really makes people want to drink it!" She turned to look at Yang, "Sister But good craftsmanship!”
Yang shook her head: "This is my eldest daughter's craftsmanship."
Su Qingluan met Madam Xi's eyes and said with a smile: "If you drink it smoothly, there will be more here!"
A customer queuing at the back joked: "Hey, little lady, we are queuing up to buy soup, and you just give it away casually. Isn't that bad?"
Su Qingluan joked half-jokingly: "Uncle, if you can help my family catch pickpockets and save my family from bankruptcy, let alone one or two bowls of soup, even if you drink the whole pot, I will be happy!" "
The guests queuing up all around laughed. Madam Xi took another sip of the soup and said, "I know why everyone who comes to your house to drink soup goes to my house to buy cooking cakes. This soup is eaten with cooking cakes, and it really goes well with rice!"
But the diners in the queue teased: "I'm talking about cooking cakes and Xishi. If your family's business is getting better, you should thank the Su family for the sewer soup!"
"You can't say that," Su Qingluan said with a smile, "You won't be hungry just by drinking this soup. It can only be considered a meal if it is paired with dry food! My wife's house is opposite, so it can be considered mutually beneficial. , mutual success!”
Mrs. Xi smiled and said: "What this little girl from the Su family says is very pleasing to the ears! Hey, speaking of it, my pancakes should taste good when eaten with this soup! I'm going to have some for lunch now!"
As he said that, he strode towards the opposite side and said in a loud voice as he walked: "I'll return your bowl after you finish eating!"
When Mrs. Xi walked to the opposite side, Su Qingluan ran to her parents and asked: "Dad, Aniang, I think that Mrs. Xi is very skilled. The pickpocket is supposed to be a trader, so he should have some skills. But Madam Xi is held there unable to move!"
Although Mrs. Xi is said to be slightly chubby and the pickpocket is slimmer, in fact the pickpocket is quite tall. In terms of pure physique, the pickpocket is not much different from Mrs. Xi.
But Su Qingluan could see clearly that the pickpocket had clearly used all his strength. As a result, let alone resisting Mrs. Xi, he could not even escape from her hands.
At this time, Aunt Yang next to her interjected: "Young lady, you have only come to town to do business in the past three or two months, so I don't know-this cake cake Xishi was much more prestigious a few years ago than it is now!"
It turned out that it was not Su Qingluan's misunderstanding, this lady who made cakes and Xishi really had some skills in her body.
A few years ago, Mrs. Xi and her boss were juggling performers in this town. They stepped on the mountain of knives, broke rocks, and practiced their moves every day.
This kind of performance combined with juggling, in this era of lack of cultural entertainment activities, let alone ordinary people, even wealthy people are willing to spend money to watch the fun.
Mrs. Xi and the head of her family are both smart and perfect, so there are even many wealthy people who spend money to practice juggling.
Because of this, a few years ago, Mrs. Xi's life was more spacious than she is now - at least she didn't have to worry about a bowl of sewer soup for a few pennies.
But as the saying goes, "Those who are good at wandering will be drowned." Although Mrs. Xi and her boss are skilled in martial arts, juggling is a dangerous job after all. Over and over, the two of them studied hard and practiced the moves all day long, and they accumulated a lot of troubles. Minor injuries.
Finally, a few months ago, Mrs. Xi's head fell from a height of several feet during a juggling act of "stepping on the mountain of knives". Although he saved his life, his leg was broken and his waist could not move. I can only lie in bed all day long.
Without a tacit partner, Mrs. Xi can no longer perform sideshows. She can only run a small business to subsidize the family and earn medical expenses for the head of the family.
But she can be regarded as a monk on the way, and although she can also make cooking cakes, compared with those old friends and masters who have been in business for several years, ten or even decades, the cooking cakes she makes are inferior in appearance and taste. They're all a little short of each other.
That is to say, the price is affordable. Three cakes cost two cents. Compared with other cakes costing two or even three cents each, it is really much cheaper. For the poor people who are eager to part with every penny they have, even if it costs one or two pennies, it can be a considerable sum of money if accumulated over many years.
But even so, because Mrs. Xi's cooking cakes taste dry and a bit hard to swallow, the business has been tepid and she can only make ends meet.
But since the Su family opened the "sewage soup" stall, probably many people who bought the dumplings were too lazy to go to other cooking cake stalls farther away, or maybe the dry Xijia cooking cakes were just right to absorb the juice of the dumpling soup, anyway. The business of "Cuibing Xishi" has gradually improved.
Hearing this, Su Qingluan sighed a little: if her stall happened to be opposite Chubing Xishi's house, her business might not have improved much; and if Chubing Xishi hadn't been opposite her house, I'm afraid no one would have seen the pickpocket today. If you steal, your family will lose money and avoid disaster.
Fate is really mysterious.
