Braised pork is sold on the street at the night market!
After being reborn, I actually chose to do such a thing. Thinking about it, I sometimes want to laugh.
As worthy of having been a chef for a lifetime, even if he is reborn, he still has to work in the catering industry to earn a living. This is the so-called inertial thinking.
But when you think about it, it's actually quite normal. Since you have a skill, it's not unusual for you to earn a living based on this skill.
On the contrary, if you give up your own strengths and have to find a sense of presence in an unfamiliar field, then it is called getting half the result with twice the effort. Otherwise, you will end up with a lot of blood.
Don't just walk sideways just because you have the advantage of being reborn. Even a butterfly flapping its wings can affect the weather on the back of the earth. I, a big man of more than 100 kilograms and 1.8 meters, have been reborn. After such a big thing happened, Who knows whether the world will still run strictly on its original track?
Life in this world is actually a process of constant choices. I have finally understood it in this life. Whenever faced with a choice, try to choose the less difficult, easy and pleasant path to go down. Only in this way can you ensure peace and joy in this life.
Nothing wrong!
Besides, with the participation of these two classmates and best friends in setting up a stall, selling braised pork becomes easy and fun. It can be regarded as a special pastime during the summer vacation, and life becomes more interesting.
Don't underestimate the small amount of money you can earn from selling braised pork. If everything goes well, you can set up a stall on the street every evening. It doesn't take long, it only takes three or four hours, and you can pick up 200 yuan while playing. Where can you get such a good thing?
When I set up the stall again, business was as expected. With yesterday’s experience, all operations became much smoother. Less and less braised food in the big pot was visible to the naked eye. Xie Laozhaoer, who was in charge of cutting the ingredients, I was so busy that I was on my back.
Even a pot of tea eggs that I made on the spur of the moment sold for 77 to 88 yuan. Just these 100 or so tea eggs can add another 20 to 30 yuan in profit tonight. I am busy collecting money. Wang Hongyu smiled and narrowed his eyes.
Yao Yuan, on the other hand, was shaking his head, intoxicated by the lively scene of the night market, looking around.
Jiao San, who sells clothing, seems to be doing particularly good business today. A group of young women are rummaging around his small stall, scrambling to give the boy money. This grandson must have bought a batch of new goods today. A large T-shirt with a hat caused the girls to rush for it.
In Brother Long's stall, a new song was played loudly on the radio: There is a girl named Xiaofang in the village, she is good-looking and beautiful.
This love song with a strong sense of the times and a bit of country flavor was played over and over again by Brother Long. Apparently he resonated with some of the things in the song and took out his Wine bottle, pouring it into your mouth one mouthful at a time.
There was an endless stream of people on the street, and the lights had already started to turn on. Under the lights, the figures were pupil-like, and the people who passed by seemed to look much prettier than during the day, and most of them were smiling.
This worldly fireworks is so wonderful.
Yao Yuan felt incomprehensible. In the past, at this time every day, he would mostly be locked in the kitchen, facing the roar of the pressurized gas stove and the exhaust fan. It had been a long time since he had this kind of feeling of living in the world.
My eyes were wandering, and I suddenly felt that something was wrong. Why was there a person Xiang Yu on the street corner?
If you look carefully, you can see that the little fat man selling tea eggs has an unhappy face, guarding his half-pot of eggs, trying to get lucky.
Aou, yes, I was so happy selling it that I didn't notice that I was taking away other people's business. I was also selling tea eggs here. This is called choking!
The night market is not big to begin with. The two stalls next to each other sell tea eggs. The momentum here is relatively loud. With the bustling popularity and the smell of meat wafting everywhere, naturally no one notices the lonely stall next to it. A little fat man guarded a pot of tea eggs of a single variety.
It seemed that the little fat boy was a little unhappy.
Yao Yuan leaned over with a smile: "Hey, I said little fat smash, why is business not good today? Can't you sell the eggs?"
The little fat boy was annoyed: "It's up to you?!"
Yao Yuan had a mean smile on his face: "Oh, you have a pretty bad temper. Look at your pot of eggs. I'm afraid you still have forty or fifty more, right? Are they all sold out today?"
The little fat man was so angry that he was speechless. He simply turned his head and ignored the big, talkative man in front of him.
The old lady selling wontons next to her had already noticed this while she was busy, with a trace of concern in her eyes.
Yao Yuan suppressed the smile on his face slightly, turned around and took two tea eggs from his trolley, and handed them to the little fat man: "Come on, little fat man, I think we are quite destined. Today I I’ll teach you to be a good boy, how about you try my tea eggs first?”
The little fat man was quite angry. He rolled his eyes angrily and then ignored him.
The old lady selling wontons was finally worried. She put down her work and came over: "Hey, what are you two doing? I said it's not easy for a new big guy and little fat guy to buy eggs here. Can you?" You can’t bully him!”
The old lady's words were plain, but the attitude revealed in her voice was very firm.
The two co-authors, the old and the young, have a good relationship, and the neighbors at the night market are still helping each other.
Yao Yuan couldn't stop teasing anymore, and handed the egg in his hand to Xiao Fat'er: "Little Fatty, I don't mean anything else. Didn't I eat the tea eggs you made yesterday? I thought it tasted delicious. For improvement, today I just made a pot of tea eggs to try. If nothing else, you try the tea eggs I made first. If you like it, I will teach you how to make it later. "
The little fat man looked suspicious. These new braised chicken sellers were not very particular about cooking. Not only did they steal his business, but they also came over to claim that his tea eggs were not delicious? !
Yao Yuan turned to face the old lady: "Auntie, can you taste my eggs for the little fat boy first? Then let the little fat boy learn to change the taste later. It will definitely sell better than his current ones."
The old lady looked at Yao Yuan with surprise in her eyes. She took the egg unceremoniously, peeled it off and put it into her mouth. Then her face was full of surprise: "Did you make this tea egg?"
Yao Yuan laughed: "If it's fake, it's my own skill."
The old lady smelled the remaining half of the egg carefully, took another small bite, and tasted it slowly: "This method is very similar to the method in my hometown. The fragrance of the tea is very strong, and the rare thing is that the eggs are still tender and smooth. I’ve never tasted this taste again since I arrived in the north.”
Yao Yuan clapped his hands: "That's right. You know the goods. I made some tea eggs today not to steal Xiaopang'er's business. In fact, I ate the wontons you made last night and remembered that I bought them in Jiangnan before. I had been having tea eggs for a while, so I made some for sale. If you and Xiaopang'er think this tastes good, I will teach Xiaopang'er how to make it. From now on, Xiaopang'er will also make his own tea eggs. From now on, I will concentrate on selling my braised pork. It would be great for us good neighbors to make money together!"
Yao Yuan was telling the truth. He just thought of making this pot of tea eggs because he was feeling itchy for a while. It was for no other reason than that the old lady's bowl of crepe wontons and the tea eggs he made were the same. , a perfect match.
As for whether selling tea eggs myself would take away other people's business, I didn't consider it at all at the time.
Suddenly he found that the little fat man's business had been hit hard by him unintentionally, so he regretted Meng Lang and suddenly thought of this excuse to make up for it.
There are just a few eggs left and right, and I can only earn twenty yuan from selling them for one night. As a chef, I really don’t want to do this business anymore.
However, this tea egg business is definitely different for the little fat boy. Judging from his age, the little fat boy should still be in elementary school. A primary school student sells eggs alone at the night market. Don't think about the unknown difficulties behind him. .
Just help him and improve the production process. If the little fat guy can have this string, there will be another delicacy in the night market in the future. This is also something that a professional chef likes to see.
Yao Yuan himself couldn't help but feel proud of his quick wit.
The little fat boy finally let down his guard. After tasting an egg carefully, his big eyes widened: "Seriously, are you willing to teach me?"
"What's the point?! I guarantee you'll know it after a lesson! Now give me half of the remaining eggs, bring them to my stall and I'll help you sell them!" Yao Yuan vowed.
The old lady selling wontons also laughed: "Oh, so you, Little Fatty Hu, are getting a lot of money. This master's tea eggs are not simple!"
Yao Yuan quickly said politely: "Auntie, your crepe wontons are not simple. You have to leave a few bowls for me. The stall will be closed soon, and the three of us will go to your place to have another bowl."
This is much more harmonious. There are only a few stalls selling food in the Qianjiakou Night Market. It is only right to watch and help each other in a friendly manner.
Yao Yuan squatted next to the little fat man, gesticulating and talking vigorously, when his collar was suddenly pinched, and he almost fell to the ground with his weight thrown back.
Turning back angrily, he saw Wang Hongyu pointing behind him: "Yuan'er, who do you think is coming?"
Yao Yuan looked in the direction of Wang Hongyu's finger, and saw two beauties smiling at him under the lamp in the distance.
My mind was a little confused for a moment. There were familiar faces, but the names seemed very unfamiliar. These two were probably my classmates, and they were the prettier ones among the girls. But, damn, I couldn't remember their names.
The two beauties in the distance looked at Yao Yuan squatting on the ground in a daze like a giant monkey, and couldn't help laughing.
Wang Hongyu whispered: "We have already said that this stall belongs to you, and Paw and I are just here to help."
Damn it, what the hell is this? Is it shameful to set up a stall to buy braised food? Why does this stall become his own when a female classmate comes? !
Yao Yuan glared at Wang Hongyu bitterly and struggled to get up: "Oh, how come these two beautiful classmates came to the night market by such a coincidence?"
The tall, beautiful classmate's short, ear-length hair looks neat and tidy, and her fair goose egg dimples look pretty good: "Yao Yuan! I didn't expect you to have this skill and actually know how to cook braised pork?!"
The short beauty has long hair shawl, and her big curved eyes have fluttering upper eyelashes: "What's the matter? We bumped into you today. You are not allowed to treat us. Why don't you treat us to a bowl?"
Yao Yuan really couldn't react to the names of the two people for a while, but that didn't stop him from responding smoothly: "Hey, it's rare for two beautiful classmates to eat their intestines and drain them. It's hard to say that they both have a bowl with double bottoms. I haven't eaten enough. You are not allowed to leave today!”
