"I wonder, little brother Tang, how much MSG is there and how much does it cost?"
A shopkeeper stood up and asked.
"Five pounds per month, the one with the highest price will get it! If you take the photo, I will give you a small bottle of spicy oil every month!"
Following Tang Ping's words, the last dish was served - cold cucumber.
But it was this small plate of cucumber that shocked these shopkeepers the most today.
"cucumber?"
"There are actually cucumbers here? And they're obviously not pickled, they're fresh!"
Several shopkeepers stood up because of this.
Why? Because it is still spring, far from the cucumber ripening season.
As for the plate of cucumbers in front of you, no one here can tell that this is fresh, not the kind that has been stored in cellars.
They have never eaten tomatoes, but they think they are probably wild fruits found in some mountain. It turns out that this kind of thing has never happened before.
But this cucumber appeared in a season that did not belong to it, which only means that the place where the cucumber was grown is definitely unusual.
There is only one place near Chang'an that can grow cucumbers like this, and that is the "Wen Tang Jian" under the Sinong Temple in charge of grain reserves.
What does Supervisor Wen Tang do? Off-season vegetables are cultivated in places close to hot springs such as Lishan and Lantian next to Chang'an.
It can be said that the quantity of these out-of-season vegetables is very small, but now one person here actually serves a plate?
What kind of family is this Tang Ping? Even the emperor in the palace is reluctant to take out cucumbers and make them like this during this season, right?
Tang Ping's identity has become even more confusing.
On the contrary, the spicy oil in this plate of cold cucumber was ignored by them because it was too shocking.
“Everyone, please bid!”
The shopkeepers present looked at each other, and Fatty Liu was the first to raise his hand: "One thousand dollars!"
According to the information Tang Ping checked, one stone of rice during the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty cost 50 yuan.
But in this world, perhaps because the Tang Dynasty was not strong enough, and the Turks only came once, the price of rice in Chang'an now reaches 500 yuan per stone.
One stone of rice is about 59 kilograms, which means that one thousand dollars can buy 230 kilograms of rice.
This is a lot of money for the poor people in Shanghe Village, but for many powerful people, it is not worth a meal.
So soon there were offers from other restaurant owners: "I'll pay one thousand three hundred dollars!"
"I'll pay you fifteen hundred!"
"Haha, two, three, two, three hundred plus, are you kidding? I'll pay three thousand!"
"Three thousand dollars is the price of a secret roast lamb at your Yuelai Inn, right? We'll pay four thousand dollars for you and Lou!"
"Wangshu Tower, eight thousand dollars!" The person who spoke was Manager Wang from Wangshu Tower.
When the price came out, the whole place became a little quieter.
Eight thousand dollars is not too much, but if you only buy five kilograms of seasonings every month, it is definitely a lot.
Manager Wang has a good face. Under his management, Wangshu Tower's business is booming, and it has a strong tendency to become the leader in Chang'an's restaurant industry.
At this price, it also means to let everyone see its financial strength.
But before he could be proud for too long, Fatty Liu stood up and said, "Bazhenlou, ten thousand dollars!"
"Ten thousand dollars!"
"Fat Liu is so courageous!"
"Haha, Fatty Liu is not willing to let go of this thing."
The other shopkeepers below were talking a lot, and then they all looked at Manager Wang.
Now the only one that can compete with Bazhen Tower is Wangshu Tower.
Manager Wang frowned. Ten thousand dollars was no longer a small amount, but he was unwilling to weaken his momentum in front of everyone.
"Eleven thousand dollars!"
"Twelve thousand dollars!"
This time, as soon as Manager Wang opened his mouth, Fatty Liu continued to bid.
The meaning is obvious, he, Fatty Liu, is determined to win.
Manager Wang glanced at Fatty Liu, raised his hands and said, "Since Shopkeeper Liu wants it, then Wang won't fight!"
Although there was competition between the two families, they did not get into trouble, so there was no need to offend anyone too much.
"In that case, thank you to the manager Wang!"
At this point, the MSG auction is over.
Now all the shopkeepers knew that it was Tang Ping who sold a bottle of good wine at Wangshu Tower last month.
"Brother Tang, I am Shopkeeper Li of Yuelai Inn. If you get good things in the future, don't forget us!"
"sure!"
"Brother Tang, is there still any good wine that we sold to Wangshulou last time? If so, we at Guihelou are willing to pay the same price for a bottle!"
"If you have it, I will send it to Guihe Building as soon as possible."
"Brother Tang, can you introduce today's chef to everyone?"
A group of people surrounded Tang Ping and greeted him warmly.
Although there are major families behind these restaurants, none of these shopkeepers are well-rounded people. In business, harmony makes money.
This Tang Ping is mysterious and can get a lot of good things, so there is no harm in making friends with him.
"Thank you for your support. Today's side dishes are all made by our little Luo."
Xiao Luo bowed timidly behind Tang Ping, and then hid behind Tang Ping.
These shopkeepers did not expect that today's meal would be made by such a little girl, especially Manager Wang. He had done some research and knew Xiao Luo's birth background.
They didn't expect that a little maid who had no guidance from a famous chef could make a dish that amazed them all in a short period of time.
This shows that there are too many things behind Tang Ping that they don't know.
We all are not idlers. We have spent a lot of time here today to give Cui Zhongqing face to have a meal here. We have nothing to do here, so we plan to go back.
Of course, Tang Ping did not intend to let everyone go back empty-handed, so each person also personally presented a small bottle of spicy oil.
"Manager Wang, we meet again, thank you for your support!"
"You're welcome, Little Brother Tang. The last time I saw him, I felt that Little Brother Tang was an extraordinary person. Wang indeed saw the right person."
Tang Ping brought the spicy oil, and then pretended to be careless and said, "I wonder if the water tanker at the entrance of the village has been repaired?"
When he said this, Tang Ping did not say it to Manager Wang, but his voice was not quiet. Considering the distance between the two of them, there was no problem in hearing clearly what Tang Ping said.
But Manager Wang pretended not to hear it at all.
Tang Ping smiled slightly at Manager Wang, and then walked towards the shopkeeper of the next restaurant.
By this time, he had a 50% chance of determining that the manager was the envoy from last time.
Because the two of them were chatting happily at the moment, when I suddenly said this sentence, the other party pretended not to hear it without any doubts. This was completely unreasonable.
But why Manager Wang would do this, he still couldn't guess.
