What Jiang Sheng was confused about was, didn't the master master have a say in Youranju? How could he be so heroic when buying dried beans?
But he forgot that the master chef didn't ask Aunt Zhang how to stew chicken.
For a veteran chef who has been cooking for decades, as long as he takes a few bites of any dish, he will know how to make it.
But it's still a bit difficult to make it exactly the same.
But the pastry made an oolong mistake just now, and the master chef couldn't help but ask about the specific details of the bean stewed chicken, so he could only grit his teeth, be ruthless, and return to Youranju to try it himself.
the next day.
The big shopkeeper's face turned dark when he looked at the large basin full of dried beans that had been brewed.
"What are you doing with these pickled things? You don't really want to buy them, do you?" He yelled at the top of his voice, "Master Kong, please wake up, who knows how to eat dried beans?"
The master chef ignored him and continued to stir-fry the chicken, heat the fire, and add the side dishes.
Until it feels almost the same, I lift the lid of the pot, and a fragrant aroma hits my nostrils. The thick soup wraps the beans, vermicelli and chicken, rolling under the whip of the flames.
The big shopkeeper's complaints suddenly disappeared and turned into swallowing saliva.
Immediately afterwards, the clever second brother came in and said hurriedly, "Big shopkeeper, the guests outside smelled the aroma of the kitchen and asked if there were new dishes on the menu. They asked for the same dish."
The master finally raised his head and looked at the shopkeeper provocatively.
The big shopkeeper, "..."
No amount of words can be as good as the actual deliciousness, let alone the feedback from the guests.
Thinking back to when Zheng Ruqian was selling sausages in Youranju, Anshui County, Shopkeeper Hao was impatient and thought they were causing trouble, so he sent his second brother to drive them away.
Later, I was attracted by the aroma of sausages and tasted the steamed bacon, which led to a steady stream of business cooperation.
When they arrived in Fengjing, Zheng Ruqian's brother and sister followed suit and wanted to conquer Youranju in Fengjing in the same way.
But it failed under the pride of Fengjing people.
Even if the cured meat is accepted, even if the two sides cooperate, it still does not prevent the Fengjing people from being superior and despising the things they bring.
This is true for red dates, hawthorn, chestnuts, and dried beans.
When Jiang Sheng sent the dried beans, he had already thought about it. If he could sell them, he would sell them. If he couldn't, he would treat them as a lesson to Brother Xiaosong. In addition, he accidentally heard an excerpt from the show, and he was sure to make a profit.
But who would have thought that her casual greetings would attract a master chef and even sell out all the dried beans.
This time it was not delivered to the door, but Youranju took the initiative to collect it.
Second, enter the entrance of the small courtyard.
The chief shopkeeper and the master chef both appeared, one refreshed and the other with a false smile.
"Little girl, how many dried beans do you have left?" The big shopkeeper said with a stiff face, "We Youranju want them all, we want them all."
Jiang Sheng tilted his head and before he had time to speak, Wang Xiaosong on the side shouted, "Don't you care about anything you want? Things from our small place in Anshui County should not stain your big restaurant."
For the first time, Brother Xiaosong's mouth was so sharp and his voice was so beautiful.
Jiang Sheng turned around and gestured with his thumb.
Wang Xiaosong became even more proud and straightened his chest, completely unaware of the dark expression on the head shopkeeper's face.
"I..." He was about to get angry.
The master chef next to him coughed and said, "Several noble people have already ordered this dish. They demolished Youranju when they said they didn't have it. You are the shopkeeper and it's up to you."
The big shopkeeper cursed in his heart.
Master Kong is not a thing. He can come and buy it himself, but he has to come forward. However, things are exactly as Master Kong said. Several noble people have already ordered bean stew.
For the sake of business and Youranju, the big shopkeeper could only grovel, "It was my fault before, it was all my fault. Dried beans are a good thing. How good you are from now on will be how much Youranju will need."
"Really?" Jiang Sheng said in a long tone, "I don't know what price the shopkeeper charges for dried beans?"
Speaking of which, dried beans are really not cheap.
When we first started making it, the aunties in the workshop were very skilled, and two pounds of fresh beans could be dried by more than one or two pounds, which was a bit too dry.
Later, I became proficient in it, and the quantity increased, and I could steadily produce one tael per kilogram.
A pound of fresh beans costs two or three cents, and a pound of dried beans costs at least twenty or thirty cents, not counting labor and site costs.
Zheng Ruqian originally bought it in Anyang County for fifty cents per catty, and later sold it to Youranju in Anshui County for one hundred cents per catty.
When you get to Fengjing, you have to raise your salary no matter what.
Jiang Sheng tilted his head and stared at the big shopkeeper with his big round eyes, as if to see what price he would pay.
It scared the fat shopkeeper to death.
The price is too high, Youranju will lose money.
Keep it low, for fear that the little girl will fall out and be unhappy.
"Two...two hundred yuan per catty?" the shopkeeper asked tentatively. This is almost the same as the price of high-end pastries in Fengjing.
Jujube cake seems to be at this price.
But glutinous rice flour is so expensive, while dried beans are so cheap.
Jiang Sheng's little head turned and he came back to his senses, "Okay, I'll give it all to you."
She agreed too simply, which made the shopkeeper's eyes widen, wondering whether the price he paid was too high.
The words had been spoken but he could only grit his teeth and keep it in his pocket.
In the blink of an eye, Youranju's carriage left carrying four hundred kilograms of dried beans.
Jiang Sheng smiled happily as he counted the eighty taels of silver that had arrived.
Wang Xiaosong shouted behind her, "Now Fengjing's Youran will no longer look down on us."
Jiang Sheng put away the money before he could speak.
Chang Yan answered calmly, "That's not necessarily the case."
The pride of Fengjing people is engraved in their bones, and their disdain for outsiders is also innate.
Want to get their approval.
Disaster.
Perhaps only Qingfeng Jiyue's eldest brother would amaze the people of Fengjing.
Or maybe the hard-working second brother can make Feng Jing look at him with suspicion.
Chang Yan is confident that his two brothers will soon shine brightly in Fengjing. They are not from Fengjing, but they are better than the people from Fengjing.
They are confident, they are hard-working, they are conscientious, and they are smart and serious.
They walked all the way from a small place to a big city, and gradually they became fuller not only in their minds, but also in their wings on both sides.
The second brother has his own business, a shop, and a shrewd mind.
The eldest brother has his own studies, his own friends, and will enter official career sooner or later.
They're really great.
No worse than any native-born young master in Fengjing.
Chang Yan turned his head and looked in the direction of the imperial city, with a trace of disdain in his eyes and full of happiness.
Fortunately, fortunately.
