Fortunately, I have this small courtyard as a workplace.
The process of making braised food is not necessarily pleasant. The smell during processing is very strong, especially during the cooking process of pigs, the unpleasant smell will be emitted. It's far away and will definitely disturb the neighbors.
But when all the raw materials were put into the pot, with the blessing of time and firepower, the small courtyard began to overflow with fragrance. The low courtyard walls could not block the alluring fragrance. With the small courtyard as the center, the aroma spread within a radius of several hundred meters. A meaty aroma that tickles the heart and lungs.
At this time, people will occasionally poke their heads in at the entrance of the courtyard.
Watching the two pots of fragrant braised pork, everyone was finally free. The preliminary work had been completed, and the remaining time was left to hand. Several people sat around in the shade beside the running pool in the yard and drank tea.
Everyone has a large enamel jar. The rich jasmine tea is most suitable for such an afternoon. It is refreshing and relieves the heat. The faucet is not closed, and a thin stream of water flows into the pool. The pool is filled with water, and there are two big watermelons floating in it. .
Yao Yuan had nothing to do and started selling the stories he heard, trying to brainwash Mancheng again.
"Do you know the Army General Hospital? I know an old man who retired from the canteen. What do you think he will do after retirement? With the skills he learned in the canteen, he braises a pot of pig trotters and a pot of elbows at home every day. I went to the door of the family area to sell. Over time, everyone recognized the old man’s braised pig’s trotters and elbows, and called him ‘Uncle’s Pig’s Trotters’. Every day at around four o’clock in the afternoon, before the old man came out of the stall, there were already people starting to sell it. Wait in line and wait for the uncle's tricycle to arrive. In less than an hour, all the pig's trotters and elbows will be sold out. How do you think this business is doing?!" Yao Yuan was holding the teapot and talking non-stop.
Xie Laozhaoer suddenly realized: "Oh! Oh! Oh! I understand, you are planning to sell braised food just because you want to learn from others, right?"
"Of course, he is a sixty-year-old man. He can sell out two large pots of braised pork every day, and he must make a lot of money. This is a ready example for us. He can make a pot of good braised pork that is recognized by the people. Just wait and earn money, there is nothing simpler in the world than this. I heard that the old man has passed on his skills to his children, and when the children continue to work, it will become a business that can be passed down to the family! "Yao Yuan took a sip of herbal tea and then spit out the tea stems in his mouth.
The old man Yao Yuan mentioned was real. Around 2000 years ago, there was an old man selling pig trotters and elbows on a cart outside the West Third Ring Road. Because the food was clean and the taste was not bad, he was temporarily attracted by the neighbors. The demand for pork trotters and knuckles exceeds the supply every day. Relying on these two products, the uncle lived a prosperous life after retirement. He changed houses, bought cars, and even appeared on TV. At that time, the Internet was not so popular. The old man's pig's trotters have become famous just by word of mouth among neighbors.
Later, when the old man got old and couldn't do it anymore, he passed the business on to his children, rented a fixed storefront, and had his own brand name, which became a good and long-term business.
Yao Yuan once tasted the pig's trotters made by the old man. Apart from being clean and salty, there was nothing surprising about it. It was just that the old man's taste was accepted by the neighbors, and over time a taste memory was formed. Just got used to it.
Yao Yuan told the old man's story vividly. In fact, in this day and age, it is estimated that the old man has not retired yet.
Having said that, in a few years a retired canteen man will be able to create his own brand of cooked food, and Yao Yuan believes that he can definitely do it now.
Mancheng, as the two knives who also came out of the cafeteria, seemed to be stimulated by the story Yao Yuan told, and stood there silently holding the teapot.
Fatty Hu looked back at the two pots of braised pork that were bubbling, and swallowed: "Master Yao, how do you think your braised pork is better than that uncle's?"
Yao Yuan returned calmly: "You will know if you try it later. Little Fatty, you will go to the street and buy a dozen to cook. Before you leave the stall, the heat for stewing the elbows should be enough. Let's Let’s try some Shaobing and pork elbow for dinner!”
Those with sesame seeds are called sesame cakes, and those without sesame seeds are called huoshao.
In the afternoon, Xie Laozhao'er cooked a lot of roasted meat, but this kind of half-roasted roasted meat is almost useless for holding elbow meat.
It has to be cooked with the freshly made fire in the halal sesame cake shop at the east end of the street. It is golden and crispy, full of sesame seeds, and also has the aroma of Sichuan peppercorns.
The weather was too hot, and no one had much appetite. The golden and crispy sesame pancakes were broken in half, and the fat and thin, juicy elbows were sandwiched in the middle. After one bite, everyone couldn't hold it in anymore.
Fatty Hu was not that big, but he had a good appetite. Seeing that he had already eaten four sesame seed cakes with meat, and then reached out to the fifth sesame seed cake, Yao Xiaohua'er couldn't hide her face with disdain: "All of them are..." Even though I’m so fat, I can still eat so much, and I’m not afraid of holding on!”
Little Fatty Hu turned a deaf ear and just picked those parts that were fatter, thinner, and thicker and put them in the middle of the sesame cake.
Yao Yuan smiled heartily: "Hua'er, my little fat boy has done his best. It's nothing to eat a few more sesame biscuits. Fat boy, eat hard! I've got enough elbow meat today! I'm full of sesame biscuits!"
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Whether it is a night market or a morning market, they all have a common advantage.
That means no one cares about setting up stalls here.
Not only is there no one to collect taxes and no one to manage it, but as a catering stall, even the most basic health certificates and employment certificates are completely unnecessary. Just set up the stall and start practicing. It's that simple.
Breathing all over the city, he felt that the air in the night market was filled with some inexplicable restlessness and freedom. He had never experienced this feeling in his twenties. Under the heavy lights, the clothes on the stalls seemed to be It looks much better than during the day, not to mention the handsome men and women all over the street, which makes Mancheng feel that his eyes are not enough.
Seeing Mancheng staring at the beauty's beautiful eyes like a pig, Hu Xiaopang'er was dissatisfied and pulled Mancheng: "I said, what are you looking at? Then everyone on the table has left, why don't you help empty the bowls? "
After saying that, the little chubby face smiled at the two beauties walking towards him: "Sisters, please sit here. The century-old stewed stew will ensure that it tastes good to you!"
Under the light, two beauties who looked like angels walked over. When they saw the little fat man with a simple and honest smile, they smiled sweetly at the same time. The tall beauty asked: "Your stall is owned by a classmate named Yao and a girl named Xie." My classmate drove it, right?"
"That's right! This stewed stew was made by my Master Yao. It's delicious. How many bowls would you like?" Hu Xiaopang'er's voice was crisp and the smile on his face became even brighter.
"There are four of us, and two more will arrive in a while. Let's sit here and wait for a while." The two beauties didn't wait for the little fat boy to give way, and chose two benches to sit on. One of them was very careful. I took out my handkerchief and wiped the two benches again and again.
Today's stewed stew stall is luxuriously equipped, and together with Yao Xiaohuaer, there are five people guarding the stall, so the staff is greatly enriched.
Yao Yuan and Xie Laozhaoer were squatting on the edge of the green belt on the roadside, each holding a handful of melon seeds, eating melon seeds and being lazy.
Yao Yuan saw that the two beauties on the stall looked familiar. He looked at them carefully and said, "Oh no, no, no, look at that woman, is she Wang Hongyu's sister?"
Following the direction of Yao Yuan's finger, Xie Laozhaoer looked over: "Yes, the other one is the woman who followed Huang Mao that day!"
At this moment, Ting Xiaohuaer straightened her neck and shouted: "Brother! Brother! Someone is looking for you..."
Wang Hongyu's sister smiled and said, "You two are classmates of my Hongyu family. You are quite impressive. You opened such a big stall quietly."
Yao Yuan quickly humbly said: "What? It's all nonsense. We are a work-study student. Besides, Hongyu is also helpful."
"Okay, Hong Yu has already told me that the work-study program is just a joke for the three of you. However, I am here to inform you today that our Hong Yu will no longer be able to open this stall with you in the future. Yes, your family doesn’t support it, can you understand?”
Yao Yuan smiled coquettishly: "What don't you understand? Hong Yu has his own things to do first."
Seeing the embarrassment on the faces of the two big boys opposite, Wang Hongyu's sister said no more and just took out an envelope from her shoulder bag: "Here! Here you go, this is my Hongyu's autograph for you." Letter, the old man and the old lady at home were so mad at him that they didn’t let Hong Yu go out for the past two days. He was afraid that you would misunderstand, so he begged me to bring you this handwritten letter. I didn’t peek at it."
A handwritten letter? ! Yao Yuan was a little dumbfounded. Wang Hongyu was really good at playing with a mallet.
It seems that I haven’t touched letters for many years. Unexpectedly, Wang Hongyu wrote one today.
"Brother Yao, Brother Xie, we are not deserters. However, our parents are too harsh and our careers are not yet completed, so we have to work hard for the two brothers. I am catching up on my summer homework at home, so that I can make a small contribution to the two of them. In addition, the two songs I just learned are also It will take time to sort it out. It is expected that we will be locked down in one or two weeks this time, and we will try to reunite as soon as possible.
Handwritten by Wang Hongyu. "
"You're really sick. If you really need something, just call me. It's not like you don't have anything at home. I have to write this nonsense." Yao Yuan cursed, patted the letter and envelope into Xie Laozhao'er's arms, and then turned to Wang Hongyu My sister asked: "Sister, why do you have time to eat braised pork today?"
"I have made an appointment with Huang Xiaochuan and his friends to gather here to cheer you up, and then we will go to JJ and disco together in the evening." There was a hint of arrogance in the answer.
JJ Disco is an incredible place, one of the earliest nightclubs in Pingcheng. It is a nightclub holy place that young people flock to at this time. No wonder this sister mentioned it with indescribable pride in her tone.
It seems that today's college students are quite fashionable, and it's no wonder. Who wants to major in foreign languages?
