I burn big seats in the countryside

After the dishes were delivered, the kitchen was foggy and busy.

Two or three people were pressing vermicelli, some were kneading noodles, and chopping green onions. Under Yunxi's command, everyone was doing their own things, trying to serve dinner on time.

There are people around the kitchen, and everyone is curious about the way of pressing the vermicelli.

Potato flour comes out of the noodle press machine, looking at the long and smooth round vermicelli, cook it in the first pot for about two minutes, after cooking, then pour the first pot of cold water, and then the second pot basin, and finally the third basin.

After cooking, roll the vermicelli into a round shape in your hand, like a doughnut, and use it directly when you eat it later. If there are any leftovers, you can put them in the refrigerator to freeze.

When eating, take out the vermicelli and heat it directly to eat.

While the kitchen was cooking, the drummer also came.

After the drummer came, he first sat on benches facing each other on both sides of the mourning hall, and took out all the instruments used in the mourning music, such as the suona, directly turned off the mourning music in the stereo, and connected the drummer's instrument.

The little manager was directing, what are the taboos, when Wang Quanfu's father came out.

Mr. Wang looked at the trumpeter, went directly to the little manager, and said:
"Director Ding, I didn't mean to say that the trumpeter needs to find ten groups of people, which is obviously not enough. What's more, the paper products for burning, look at such a small number of paper products, and there are also various paper products for home appliances, clothes and daily necessities. Paper money strings are not enough, and what about the mourners?"

"That's right, Yunxi cooks at night, and I heard from the cook that there were no dishes at first, and the dishes used at night were leftovers from other people's homes, which were not sold."

"Old man, don't worry, I will definitely do a good job for you. I have already contacted you today. It's not that the drummers are rare now. The sixth class will come first today, and the remaining four classes will come tomorrow morning. The fourth class will come tomorrow morning." Absolutely show up on time. The paper goods you asked for will arrive tomorrow. I want too much, and they are rushing to make them. Many things are all freshly glued paper goods. You can’t use tape for paper goods, you can only use pulp Muddy, they are doing well and sending them here. Let’s settle the venue first yesterday and today, and the day after tomorrow will be the first day. Don’t worry, there will be enough time. They will arrive tomorrow morning, and the mourners will arrive tomorrow.”

"That's right, Yunxi is the only chef left in our village, and Yunxi is still a celebrity in our village. This scene must be looking for Yunxi."

When he was still in college, he suddenly received a call, as if he was joking, and was forced to grow up in an instant. Wang En spent the past two days keeping watch, eating, and basically doing nothing else.

In the kitchen, two large pots of red oil mutton and pig offal soup have been prepared, and the smell is tangy.

There are two large pots of haggis and haggis. Looking at the haggis that is ready, everyone rushes forward with bowls to serve the rice.

Grandpa Wang's tone was very tough. The standard he hoped for was obviously not up to standard.

The haggis soup is ready, and the red oil floating on it looks spicy and delicious.

Those who came to help were mainly people from the village.

"That's right. We don't eat this much here. We cook it for barbecue, or make soup. I've seen haggis soup before, but it's the first time I've tried it."

"Don't worry, old man, it will definitely be in place tomorrow."

The mourning and music in the yard, when the drummer beats, the people in the yard rely on yelling to talk to each other. The sound of mourning and music directly penetrates the front and back of the house. The whole living area can hear the mourning and music coming from Wang Quanfu's house.

"Try it, it's made by the chef in our village. Yunxi's craftsmanship is amazing."

The little manager kept contacting the paper goods shop and asked them to speed up the delivery of the paper goods. The owner of the paper goods shop, feeling pain and happiness, said to the little manager:

"It's the first time I've seen haggis, I haven't eaten it before!"

There are also a lot of requirements for paper goods, such as food, clothing, housing, and transportation. The paper goods of other people’s housework are at most five thousand, which can take a long time to burn. The paper goods ordered by Mr. Wang, not to mention the cost. The profits drawn start at [-]. In the past, the profits drawn were only a few hundred, and the maximum was [-].

It was only the second day, and three incense burners were replaced. The incense ash was so full that it was impossible to burn incense.

After speaking, everyone started to pick up the long vermicelli. After the vermicelli was finished, they used a spoon to hold a spoonful of haggis and potato sticks.

I made two kinds tonight, one is lamb haggis and the other is pig haggis.

"Brother, alas, who is this master's family? This popularity is too good, so many people go to burn paper to pay homage? You don't know, I don't take other people's orders at all, I just do it for this family. The older sisters in the village were holding scissors and kept giving money for paper-cutting. Their hands were full of blisters and they couldn’t cut it at all. How about this? You are looking for a family, and our family can provide it. Let my family do it. I don't have such a big appetite."

"I have eaten Yunxi's rice several times, don't worry, as long as it is made of good ingredients, it will definitely be delicious if it falls into Yunxi's hands."

The death of his son dealt a great blow to Mr. Wang.

"It's Yunxi who cooks tonight."

This time it was directly [-], a commission that had never been done before, let alone a paper goods store, the net profit was estimated to be around [-].

The offal in the south, such as pork belly, is mostly eaten in soup, and it is generally not eaten in this way.

As long as anyone comes, even if they come to help temporarily, they will offer a stick of incense and burn a stack of paper money. Wang Quanfu has a good reputation in the village, and everyone, old and young, will come to offer a stick of incense.

"Big fellow, it's time for dinner. All diners come to the yard and find a place to sit by themselves."

Tonight, Wang En smelled the smell of rice from the kitchen early. Wang En went to the kitchen, looked at the cooked rice by himself, served himself a meal, and silently ate three bowls of haggis, and two Zhang scallion pancake.

After Mr. Wang left, the little manager hurriedly directed the drummers to act immediately.

The scallion pancakes are also baked, crispy scallion pancakes, one bite, full of scallion oil flavor, one bite of pancakes, one bite of haggis, and smooth and slender vermicelli, it’s simply delicious.

Put more green onions in the lamb haggis, do not put pepper, and the pepper is not good for the lamb. The best seasoning for the lamb is star anise, fennel, and cumin.

This is the first time that the manager has received such a large order in his 30 years of practice, and he has never met such a rich owner before.

"Well, that's for sure. Look at the arrangement. I heard that the chrysanthemums are changed every two days. It's not bad at all. It's more appropriate for Yunxi to burn this big banquet."

The little manager looked at Mr. Wang, and quickly explained:

After finishing my work just now, I heard someone said that Yunxi was cooking for the evening, and she was already in the kitchen.

The people who came to help gathered together after finishing the work, talking to each other about the work they were responsible for, and someone took the initiative to ask:

This dish is recommended by the system. The mutton soup looks red, and the chili is the kind that does not pull. The color alone makes people appetite greatly.

Since his father passed away, in just two days, Wang En's temperament has changed instantly. It is completely different from his previous personality. He is taciturn, and even his family members don't talk much.

"Well, it doesn't taste good, it smells delicious, especially the haggis, it smells red when you look at it."

As soon as I entered, I wanted to see what was for dinner tonight.

The villager nearby said:

Just chrysanthemums, the arrangement of the mourning hall at home, fresh chrysanthemums, no fake flowers pasted with paper.

Take a sip of the salty and spicy soup, the taste is really delicious.

Today's dinner was the best he had in the past few days. The comfort brought by the delicious food made Wang En forget his troubles for a short time and concentrate on eating without thinking about other things.

The people who inquired originally planned to skip dinner, they were all from the same village, and they would go home for dinner after helping.

A bowl of haggis soup looks messy, but it tastes great without any mutton flavor.

"It's the same with pig offal. It's the first time I've eaten it, and I've seen it before."

Just finished, another person said:

After listening to Mr. Wang, he said:
"Well, better be here tomorrow morning."

Unexpectedly, with the accidental death of his son, the old man had no expectations in an instant, and the money was enough, but it was his son who made him unable to let go.

After finishing speaking, the little manager quickly said:

Wang En didn't want to talk too much with others, including his family. He was afraid that others would ask him about the cause of this incident, and he was also afraid of being discussed by others. This incident hit Wang En the hardest.

The two talked for a while, and finally discussed, looking for a family, two families to do it together, one family to do this, it is really impossible to complete.

There are also baked golden and crispy scallion pancakes, as well as cold garlic and cucumber.

When everyone was discussing, the mourning and music stopped, and the chief executive took the microphone and said loudly:

"Yes, we have eaten the mutton soup made by Yunxi, at Niu Rui's house."

Haggis is mostly eaten by northerners, but seldom eaten by southerners.

Therefore, Mr. Wang wants to bury his son in a more beautiful manner, using only the best, regardless of the price, only the best.

The freshly made potato flour is long and strong.

"Hurry up, let's get started, don't talk anymore, I can't help but eat."

Ordinary households only hire one group of trumpeters for daily affairs, and five people in one group are enough. Now Mr. Wang only has money left, which he can control freely. For his son, he directly finds ten groups of people to come back as trumpeters. The pattern of funeral affairs is a perfect match for them.

"Yeah, grab the spoon, let's serve our own."

The little manager made all kinds of phone calls, and the burning incense was soon exhausted, and there were all kinds of paper money.

The little manager looked at Mr. Wang and patiently explained.

Many people looked at the haggis and salivated bluntly. An uncle was the first to say:

This is the money owner, and the little manager is very cautious towards Mr. Wang. As long as the Mr. Wang has problems or dissatisfaction, he will immediately rectify it and deal with it immediately.

Another said:

My son has passed away. I do these things to comfort the old man. This is for the living to see. I feel some comfort. At this age, the old man no longer desires to eat. The only thing he wants to do is to enjoy his family relationship.

Wang Quanfu's son was the first to eat. After eating, Wang Quanfu's son Wang En walked away silently.

The marinated lamb is cut into strips for later use, heat the pan with cold oil, put the lamb haggis into stir-fry, add thin potato strips, add pepper noodles, stir-fry green onions, add seasoning sauce, and then add water, etc. After the water boils, you can put in the pressed round potato vermicelli, and finally come out of the pot directly.

It is called haggis because the haggis soup contains the whole offal of the sheep, the liver of the sheep, the intestines, the belly of the sheep, the heart of the sheep, and the blood of the sheep.

"It's delicious, let's move our chopsticks."

The yard of Wang Quanfu's house is too big, and some people don't bring it into the yard after they are busy, but sit outside.

The mutton soup is filled with fennel noodles, light soy sauce and so on.

Wang En was supposed to be an intern, but because of his father's sudden death, Wang En really couldn't continue the internship and needed to take it easy. After all, during Wang En's study, there was no such thing as life and death, even the sadness of the death of a small animal. Not in the mood.

It was the first time in my life that I experienced such a major event as my father's death, and the reason for his death was still so absurd.

Wang En didn't know how to deal with it, and he was unwilling to face it. The only thing Wang En could do was to keep silent. Such a kind and kind father, Wang En still didn't believe it, and felt that there should be something else hidden about this matter.

Wang En thought that his father was framed because he was too rich, and Liu Biao was also bewitched by others. Wang En went through all kinds of things in his mind, as if he was bewitched by a demon, Wang En could not get around. come out.

The only thing that he forgot about these things for a short time was the meal at Yunxi just now, and his mind was full of the delicious food. These things that made Wang En painful and troubled, he forgot all of them in an instant, and only thought about the delicious food.