"Fifty cents per pound?" Yan Qingyao opened her eyes wide and said in the most plain and unpretentious words: "I have a lot of them at home! And they are not green tomatoes, but red tomatoes."
When she said in an understatement that there was plenty at home, all the chefs who were listening attentively couldn't help but take a breath. Isn't that rich?
Shopkeeper Pan narrowed his eyes, obviously not believing it.
She took off the bamboo basket behind her, stretched her hand into the basket, and took out a red tomato, which was similar in length to their green tomatoes.
The reason why they are almost the same size is because her tomatoes are so big that their green tomatoes can be easily held in one hand, while her tomatoes are red and tender and cannot be held in one hand.
Seeing that they just washed the tomatoes, cut them into slices and served them on the plate, Yan Qingyao followed suit and took a kitchen knife. After cutting the tomatoes, she sprinkled some white particles on them.
"How's it going?" Yan Qingyao placed her dishes in front of the chefs for them to watch. Only then did she realize that there was a familiar face among the chefs. It was the man from Changliu Village.
He only glanced at Tomato, then looked at her with a worried look on his face, fearing that she would be given trouble by Shopkeeper Pan.
Yan Qingyao was too smart to recognize him, and after turning the plate around in his hand, he handed it to Shopkeeper Pan: "Try it."
Shopkeeper Pan didn't move, his guard clear in his eyes.
Chen Yiyi also asked curiously: "Sister Yaoyao, what is this white one?"
She looked at the tomatoes on the plate with burning eyes. It was just as high as the table and she could still smell the fragrant and delicious smell of the tomatoes, but she had never eaten them before, so she didn't know how they tasted.
Only then did Yan Qingyao understand where Shopkeeper Pan's wariness came from.
She picked up a piece of tomato from the plate and handed it to Yiyi's mouth: "You will know after you taste it."
Yiyi had been greedy for a long time, stretched out his hands to catch it, and took a bite without any hesitation: "It's delicious, so sweet, it's candy!"
As she spoke, the tomato juice flowed, and she immediately licked the corners of her mouth reluctantly and continued eating.
Here Yan Qingyao began to carry plates and distribute them to the chefs. The chefs also began to wonder about the difference between this red tomato and their green tomatoes. Each one picked up a piece and started to try it.
When there was only the last piece left, shopkeeper Pan finally couldn't help it anymore. He reached out and patted the chef's hand, picked up the last piece of tomato and ate it in his mouth. It was sweet and delicious.
It tastes the same as green tomatoes, except that green tomatoes taste a little sour, and they couldn't solve this problem, which caused some customers to taste the green tomatoes once and stop ordering them.
This red tomato has no sour taste, and it must be liked by some people.
In addition, if you have these sugar granules, you can make tomatoes that are both sour and sweet, so that customers who want any taste can be catered for.
The chefs nodded repeatedly, but Shopkeeper Pan frowned and shook his head as if he had eaten something unpalatable: "It tastes terrible! It tastes terrible! How can it be compared with Fanbang's tomatoes?"
After hearing that he voted against, the chefs who were very satisfied just now did not dare to show their satisfied expressions anymore.
"However, if you want to use the price of this tomato to offset one tael of silver, I can offset it at the price of twenty cents per catty."
Yan Qingyao gritted her teeth: NNND, your abacus has been heard by my relatives and friends who are far away in the 21st century.
Without waiting for Yan Qingyao to say anything, Chen Yiyi asked innocently: "Why do you buy it if you don't think it tastes good?"
Children are simple-minded, and everyone can decide whether they think it tastes good or not. But if you still buy it if you think it doesn’t taste good, isn’t it a waste of copper money?
Even at such a young age, she knew she wouldn't buy anything she didn't like.
The cheeks of the people around him trembled slightly.
Shopkeeper Pan was so angry that he blushed and turned blue for a while. After holding it in for a long time, he finally said: "You...if you don't compensate, you won't even think about leaving here today."
Afraid that he would operate on Chen Yiyi again, Yan Qingyao immediately pulled Yiyi behind him to protect him, smiling confidently: "I will compensate you."
This wise answer made shopkeeper Pan very satisfied, and he started to make calculations: "Twenty cents per catty of tomatoes, you have to give me one tael of silver..."
"I didn't bring so many tomatoes. I'll compensate you with something else." Yan Qingyao said lightly, interrupting Shopkeeper Pan's words.
"No." How could Shopkeeper Pan give up this opportunity to make money after seeing such a good thing? He took the tomatoes from her and sold them to a restaurant for fifty cents per catty, and he could earn twenty taels of silver by changing hands.
Yan Qingyao raised her eyebrows proudly: "I have a lot of good things on my hands, but shopkeeper Pan doesn't want to see them anymore?"
As soon as these words came out, Shopkeeper Pan's curiosity was aroused again.
But she was dressed in patched coarse clothes and linen, which made this statement difficult to believe.
It’s still that bamboo basket.
How many pieces of white meat did she take out from the bamboo basket?
Everyone looked puzzled, and Shopkeeper Pan also sneered: "This is not something from Fanbang."
"I know." Yan Qingyao nodded: "This is my thing. I named it Oyster."
After saying this, Yan Qingyao couldn't help feeling secretly happy. She didn't know how long she could live in this era, or whether she would live in a new era in the future. There would be a lesson in studying history. The creature oyster was named by a senior named Yan Qingyao.
When I think about it, I feel that it is a great event that honors our ancestors.
No matter how Anshuang felt, she did not forget to take out the seasonings and other things from the bamboo basket one by one. After placing them neatly on the table, Yan Qingyao pointed to the man in Changliu Village: "You, come here and help me!"
The man from Changliu Village looked to be about thirty years old. Hearing her words, he came over and said, "My name is Wang Zhize. Just call me Uncle Wang."
Uncle Wang was slightly chubby, but when he saw that she was able to deal with Shopkeeper Pan with ease, he finally smiled with relief.
Yan Qingyao looked at this honest and honest smile, but she couldn't help but think in her mind. It's no wonder that we now have the stereotype that chefs are fat. The fact is that in this era of landlords, it takes more than an hour to walk to work every day. Although he is a chef, he still can't change his slightly fat figure.
"Ah!" Yan Qingyao realized what she was thinking and nodded: "Okay, thank you, Uncle Wang."
Yan Qingyao handed the garlic to him: "Uncle Wang, please help me chop this garlic and cut it into minced garlic."
There were very few seasonings and side dishes in this era. This was the first time they had seen garlic. It had a strange but not repulsive smell.
His knife skills were excellent, and he cut the garlic into the minced garlic she requested in just a few clicks. With him in charge, Yan Qingyao commanded easily, and soon a dish of garlic oysters was out of the pot.
A strong fragrance lingered in the kitchen. This time, not only Yiyi, but also everyone in the kitchen was salivating.
