"Wanwan is our granddaughter, no matter who she is," Mo Tingyu said, and then the two chattered for a while before falling asleep.
The next day, before Song Nanzhi went out, Mrs. Li came to the Mo family's yard. According to Yu Silian's instructions, she walked directly to the door of the kitchen. When she reached the door, she shouted, "My wife."
Since starting his business, Song Nanzhi has gotten up earlier than usual, and this morning was the same. After getting up early, he started cooking, hoping to pack it up early, go to sell early, and come back early. When Li Zhicui shouted, Song Nanzhi had already packed up and was getting ready to go out.
There was a lot more lunch meat today, so Song Nanzhi divided it into two backpacks. Not only the two backpacks, but also an extra dustpan on the backpack, thinking of setting up an extra place for when he was too busy, Qingyuan You can also sell meat.
One of the two backpacks contained more meat, and the other contained less meat. She planned to carry the one with more meat on her own, and kept the smaller one for Murong Qingyuan to carry, or she would go out to help with Li Linsong and Mo Li. Shouting. As for what Mrs. Chunlin said yesterday about asking the people who bought her to help, Song Nanzhi didn't plan to call for help. She was still busy, but she still planned to say it, so she stopped by to say it when she was going out, so as not to worry about people. The room has been waiting.
But before he went out, someone came up to him, "He's in the house!" Song Nanzhi went out and saw that Li Zhicui had come over, "I also said that I would tell you when we go out, I have packed everything. , are getting ready to go out." Then he continued, "There's not much to do, we're busy, so you can rest at home, you were very tired yesterday."
Li Zhicui couldn't go back to rest. He kept calling after him as soon as he entered the master's house. Who dares to continue using such a person? He walked into the kitchen and said, "My wife asked me to come, you can't drive me back." , otherwise the wife should blame me." He walked further in and continued, "Originally, the wife wanted to come over and talk to you again, but the young lady woke up and made a fuss about asking for the wife, and was afraid that you would leave by yourself, so she let me I came alone."
Seeing that Song Nanzhi couldn't refuse, he had no choice but to say: "Then I'll trouble you."
Seeing that she agreed, Li Zhicui was relieved, "If your in-laws are there, just follow your in-laws out to find the way!"
Song Nanzhi was used to people calling her wife, so she hurriedly said: "I'm not a wife, I'm just an old woman. Don't call me a wife. Isn't that making people laugh?"
Although Song Nanzhi is not Li Zhicui's master, it can be seen from yesterday that the master has recognized them as relatives, so he must not shout casually, "Madam, don't think so, you will get used to it if you listen more often" .”
After hearing her talk more and more, she got used to it. Song Nanzhi said: "We are about the same age. I guess I am older than you. You can just call me Sister-in-law Song like the people in my village." She doesn't want to be called every day. Wife, etc., isn’t this going to cause people in the village to gossip and laugh at me? Why does a weak-legged person still want to be a wife?
"That's not okay!" Li Zhicui said.
"Why not? We two old ladies will go to the county to set up a stall later. You call each old lady one by one. The customers who come to buy luncheon meat will hear it. I still have to be laughed at. I have only set up the stall for two days and started I'm pretending to be a wife."
Li Zhicui felt a little inappropriate when she said this, so she followed Song Nanzhi and said, "Then I will listen to you and call you sister-in-law." When doing business, I call you sister-in-law, and then change it back when I come back.
"Call me sister-in-law." Song Nanzhi pointed to the lighter backpack and said, "You carry this one, this one is lighter."
"Sister-in-law said that I'm younger, so how can I still let you carry a heavy backpack?" Then he walked to the backpack with more cargo, "Sister-in-law, please don't argue with me. It's not a long journey. We’ll be there soon, and we won’t be tired.”
Song Nanzhi saw that she had already walked to the basket with more cargo, so he stopped arguing with her, but still told her: "You carry it first. If you are tired, you have to tell me that these tasks are very cumbersome. I'm afraid you haven't done it before." It is said that maids in rich families are pampered. They must have never done any heavy work, and they are afraid that she will be tired after carrying it for a while.
"As long as my sister-in-law doesn't think I'm stupid, I just need to learn more."
The group of people walked on the road chatting and laughing. Song Nanzhi was worried that Li Zhicui was tired, so he asked two or three times on the not far away road. Fortunately, the journey was not far, and they arrived at the county in a short while. After arriving at the place, Song Nanzhi placed the two backpacks side by side in front of him. She and Li Zhicui stood in front of a backpack, while Murong Qingyuan stood next to Li Zhicui.
With Li Zhicui helping to set up the stall, there was an extra stall, and more people came around than in the previous few days. In just two quarters of an hour, more than 20 yuan was sold. Song Nanzhi looked at the lunch meat that was being carried on his back. The less money I have, the more confidence I have in opening a workshop.
"Sir, I bought luncheon meat." In the backyard of the county government office, Wei Changfeng's servant brought two pieces of luncheon meat to Wei Changfeng and reported to him.
Wei Changfeng raised his eyes and looked at the two vegetable bags in the boy's hand. He didn't expect that boy to put down his face and come out to sell things. No one would have thought that he would dare to stand on the street so openly! Hiding in the city, that's what he said!
"How is business?"
The boy replied: "Okay, there are people around the stall. Fortunately, I went early. If I had gone late, I might not be able to buy anything."
"Sir, would you like me to have someone watch the young master more?"
"No, no one knows about his coming to our Cangxi County except us. Let's not try too hard to avoid being discovered. From now on, we just pretend that we don't know that he has come to Cangxi County. How will he do it again in the future?" Let's see." Wei Changfeng sighed in his heart and said, now he can only take one step at a time.
"Yes." The boy replied.
"Don't sell this meat again, lest you get caught."
The boy disagreed: "I don't think so. Sir, you don't even know how good their business is now. Yesterday, they only carried one basket of lunch meat to sell. Today, they carried two baskets of lunch meat to sell. And two There were people crowding in front of the basket. I inquired casually and found out that the business has been so good since they started selling this meat. There are still people who come early in the morning to wait for fear of not being able to sell. I guess this will be called this in the future. The luncheon meat business will get better and better. There are so many people buying meat, so even if we go to buy it a few more times, no one will notice anything."
"So good?" Wei Changfeng couldn't believe that so many people could buy from a small business.
The boy nodded: "Well, I also asked how the meat tastes and said it was delicious."
"You take it to the kitchen first." Wei Changfeng ordered.
Not only Wei Changfeng received the report that the boy was back, but the owner of Fengyuan Restaurant not far from Song Nanzhi's stall was also telling his boss about the matter, "Sir, I bought a piece of luncheon meat on the first day it came out. I came back and tasted it. It tasted really good. It was just like what they said in their slogan. It was soft, glutinous, delicious, and very delicate. My subordinates had been observing the luncheon meat business these days and found that the old lady’s business was getting better and better. The better it gets, many people buy it for a few yuan. If we can sell it in our restaurant, our restaurant’s income will definitely increase a lot."
The owner of Fengyuan Restaurant is a man in his late forties, surnamed Han, known as Han Wuye. At this time, Mr. Han Wu was sitting in front of the window. On the table in front of the window was a plate of sliced lunch meat and a pair of chopsticks.
Looking out the window sideways, you can see Song Nanzhi's stall. Not only can you watch the busy Song Nanzhi, but the childish hawking sounds of Li Linsong and Mo Li can also be clearly heard. "Try first before buying, this method is better." Well, if more people try it, there will always be a few people who pay to buy it."
The shopkeeper didn't know what he meant. "What I said is that the main thing is that it tastes good, otherwise the business will not be good."
"You're right, no matter how many people come to taste it, the taste must be good in the end." Then the conversation changed, "Our store's business is getting worse day by day. It seems that the taste is getting worse. dont you agree?"
The shopkeeper lowered his head when asked by Mr. Han Wu and didn't know how to answer. The taste was still the same as before, but the menu hadn't introduced new dishes for a long time. He bowed and said: "My subordinates are not doing well in business, please punish Mr. Wu." !」
Mr. Han Wu waved his hand and asked him to get up, "Do you think a luncheon meat can make the restaurant's business better?"
The shopkeeper then went on to say, "Luncheon meat has a delicate taste, is soft and glutinous, and can be fried, boiled, or stir-fried. I have never heard of this dish before."
Dish, if we have this dish, we will be able to make many new dishes. "
"Then what's your plan?"
"My subordinate wants to buy luncheon meat!" The shopkeeper said what he had been thinking about for a long time.
"How do they make a living? How much do you think is appropriate to pay for it? And what if they don't sell it?"
The shopkeeper was speechless for a moment, but Mr. Han Wu didn't ask any more questions. He took the chopsticks on the table, picked up a piece of cut luncheon meat and put it into his mouth. Just as the shopkeeper said just now, it tastes delicate and soft. "But I asked the cook if he could make it?"
"After I bought it the first day, I asked the cook to taste it together. I could taste some of the seasonings in the meat. I also chopped the meat into minced meat, added seasonings, and steamed it in a pot. But after steaming, I can't tell you the taste. A plate of loose sand cannot be made piece by piece like this." Chinese website
Since the business of the restaurant has deteriorated, in addition to keeping an eye on the chefs and asking them to come up with new dishes, he also wanders around the vegetable market in his free time to see if there are any good dishes or to find some special dishes. Even if they didn't ask everyone to try the vegetables sold by Song Nanzhi, he would still have discovered them, but he discovered them earlier now.
On Song Nanzhi's first day on the street, he went up to taste it, and then naturally bought it back. Later, he found a cook to taste it and try making it together. After the failure, he thought twice and sent someone to the capital to notify Mr. Han Wu of coming to the restaurant.
He could have taken luncheon meat to the capital, but if he had gone, he would not have seen the bustle in front of Song Nanzhi's stall.
"Have someone buy some more and bring them to the kitchen to see if you can make more dishes?"
