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As for the price, just sell it for one yuan a piece. Didn’t you see that Liu Hongchang’s meat buns can be sold for fifty cents in the drama? Why should my own fried chicken be more high-end? What’s wrong with selling it for one yuan?
Some people say that pork now only costs 80 cents a pound. People who say this should just buy pork. What’s more, pork can’t be bought just as much as you want.

This is not the future, and the supply of materials is not sufficient. In other words, even if you have money, you may not be able to buy things.

"Then what are we going to sell? There are many kinds of snacks."

"fried chicken."

"What is fried chicken? Can chicken be fried?"

He Wenhui has never heard of this thing at all. In her impression, chickens are eaten stewed or fried. She is ignorant. You must know that there is a kind of chicken that can not only be eaten, but she can also dance and even comb her hair. Average score, very good.

Yao Bin did not explain this, but said: "I will make one in a while, and you will know what fried chicken is."

"Okay, let me take a look."

He Wenhui was full of expectations now. She just wanted to see what tricks Yao Bin would come up with.

After returning to the house, Yao Bin bought a bag of fried chicken from the system, which was a kind of pre-made dish in later generations. I guess no one pays attention to pre-made dishes in this era. Being able to eat meat is already a very happy thing.

After removing the packaging, he took out a barrel of oil. Seeing that He Wenhui was still stunned, Yao Bin said, "If you are okay, start lighting a fire."

"Oh, good."

Although He Wenhui was curious that Yao Bin had gotten so much oil, she still went to light the fire, thinking how long would her family be able to use just a barrel of oil like this.

Note: For items purchased from the system, the packaging has been automatically replaced with the packaging of this era.

Soon the fire was lit, and Yao Bin poured oil into it. Fried chicken was originally very simple, and he had acquired He Daqing's cooking skills in the courtyard. It was not easy to make this.

"So much oil?"

He Wenhui felt distressed when she saw the half-filled pot of oil. It wouldn't last for half a year if she kept it for cooking at home.

Yao Bin said without raising his head: "You don't need to pay the cost, I will pay for the oil and fried chicken."

The corners of He Wenhui's mouth twitched, what did she mean?

After the oil was hot, he started to put fried chicken in it. After a while, he smelled the aroma. He Wenhui couldn't help but sniff her nose. She had never smelled this smell before and wondered how Yao Bin could do this. Woolen cloth?

Soon the fried chicken in the pot was cooked. Yao Bin picked up a colander and filtered the oil, then sprinkled it with cumin and chili pepper. The unique aroma of fried chicken penetrated his nose.

Yao Bin didn't want to eat these pre-made dishes at first, but after thinking about it, he decided to try them. As long as he didn't eat them every day, there should be no problem.

Well, it's very good. It's really crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. No wonder fried chicken will be a favorite in future generations.

He Wenhui swallowed and couldn't help but ask: "What does it smell like?"

In fact, she had smelled the fragrance a long time ago. Although she wanted to taste it, as a woman, she was still a little reserved. Maybe the He family had a little bit of a relationship with Yu Qiuhua, but she was not a good bird either.

"Won't you know if you try it?"

"it is good."

He Wenhui ate a piece. This was the first time she had eaten such food. Compared with the shredded potatoes and steamed buns she ate at home in the morning, it was simply delicious.

"Hmm, delicious, delicious, so delicious."

She felt that something like this would definitely sell well, as people nowadays are so short of fuel and water.

Yao Bin nodded and did not continue to answer He Wenhui.

"Stop lighting the fire. I'm just trying it today. It seems to be working well."

"Oh, then I'll put out the fire."

What is being burned now is coal, of course not the briquettes of later generations, but whole blocks of coal, not to mention that this thing can't be put out for a while.

The time soon came to evening, and He Wenhui knew it was time to go home. She and Yu Qiuhua told her to go out to look for a job today, and it was already so late. She should go home and report.

"Then I'll go. Are you going to set up a stall in the square tomorrow?"

Yao Bin nodded: "Yes."

Before He Wenhui left, she took a look at the fried chicken. She actually wanted to take it home for her younger brothers and sisters to try, but she couldn't open her mouth. If Yao Bin took the initiative to talk about it, she might be very happy. of.

After she left, Yao Bin thought for a while and warmed up the fried chicken, then pedaled his bicycle towards Liu's house.

When Wang Cuilan and the others saw Yao Bin coming, there was no smile on their faces. Of course, it was not because they disliked him, but the main reason was that he was not going to college, which made them very angry.

Yao Bin still entered the yard cheerfully: "Aunt, grandma, uncle and aunt."

Wang Cuilan said with a dark face: "Well, why did you come here and not find a job?"

"No, grandma, I made some snacks for you to try and see how they taste."

Liu Yunchang asked: "No, Xiaobin, are you going to do this? Isn't that the same as Hong Chang? Do you want to be a cook all your life?"

Fortunately, Liu Hongchang was not at home at this time. Otherwise, he might have argued with him about what happened to being a cook.

You are in college and I am a cook. If we are not both serving the people, what is there to compare with?

"Cousin, come and have a try. I have my own plans for the future."

Liu Yunchang patiently took a bite. Not to mention that the taste was good, but he would not admit it: "It's just so-so."

Wu Xiaoying said: "Xiao Bin, you really made this. I have never eaten anything like this before. It feels so delicious."

Liu Yunchang rolled his eyes at his wife: "What does a girl know? Just say it's delicious?"

Wu Xiaoying immediately stopped talking and just continued to take a piece and put it in her mouth.

Wang Cuilan then picked up the fried chicken and tasted it, and found that the taste was good: "Xiao Bin, the taste is good, but selling this all the time is not a problem, right?"

"Auntie, as long as it tastes good, I promise you. I will do other things soon, and you will definitely be very happy by then."

Wang Cuilan was also helpless and had no choice but to believe in Yao Bin. Who knew that this was not her biological grandson? If he was really her biological grandson, she would have to hang Yao Bin up and beat him.

It’s really shocking that I didn’t even go to college.

Liu Hongchang came back after a while, and he also tasted Yao Bin's fried chicken.

"Xiao Bin, your texture and taste are simply amazing. How did you make it?"

Seeing that his younger brother actually went to ask Yao Bin for advice, Liu Yunchang became very angry. He stamped his feet and went back to his room. He was mainly angry that Yao Bin did not go to college.

"Second cousin, this is very simple. Just cut the chicken into small pieces and marinate it with salt and spices. Finally fry it and add chili and cumin."

Liu Hongchang nodded repeatedly after hearing this, thinking that he must try it in the Second Canteen when he has the chance. This is a new dish. "How much are you going to sell it for?"

"A dollar a piece."

Before Yao Bin finished speaking, Wang Cuilan muttered: "You're just trying to grab the money, why don't you pay a dollar a share?"

If you ask her to spend one dollar to buy this thing, she won't do it. Although it is chicken, you can buy a chicken for one dollar and a half. You can cut it into small pieces and make multiple portions.

Yao Bin smiled and explained patiently: "Haha, aunt, the people dancing in the square are all young people, and what I have is all chicken. Besides, it tastes so good. It's worth a dollar."

Liu Hongchang did not express his opinion, because his apprentice Liuzi had been talking about going to the square to sell roujiamo. The price was 50 cents each, and they were all meat, so they should be worth the price.

After staying at Liu's house until about nine o'clock, Yao Bin was ready to leave.

I thought it would be really boring these days without TVs and computers. Every time it gets dark, people in every household are either busy making babies or on the way to making babies.

No wonder these days, every household has several children.

Besides doing that, what else can be done?

After He Wenhui returned home, she briefly talked to Yu Qiuhua.

"Mom, I'm going to set up a stall in the square with my classmates."

Yu Qiuhua was collecting the soles of her shoes and asked casually: "What are you selling?"

Although she can no longer see, she still wants to reduce the burden on her family. Yu Qiuhua is not Jia Zhang, and she will never be lazy at home.

"It's called fried chicken. I tried it today and it tastes very good. It will definitely be sold."

Yu Qiuhua nodded: "Okay, then you go and have a look. If not, I will ask Junling to think of a way to see if you can work as a temporary worker in a textile factory."

Until now, she thought her daughter's classmate was a girl. If she knew that He Wenhui was setting up a stall with a boy, Yu Qiuhua would definitely ask more questions.

"it is good."

To be honest, being a temporary worker in a textile factory is not as good as selling fried chicken, or so He Wenhui feels.

She quickly prepared the meal, which was a plate of fried shredded potatoes. Although it was said to be stir-fried, there was no oil at all. She just wiped the sides of the pot with a piece of pig skin to give it some meat flavor, and then added the potatoes. How can something like shredded shreds, stir-fry with salt, and then add some water when dry, taste delicious?

In addition to the shredded potatoes, it's just a plate of pickles, and the staple food is steamed buns. Eating too much stick noodles can make your throat sore.

He Wenda saw these things again and said, "Sister, why are these things again? They are not delicious at all."

When he was in the mine, his life was very good. Not to mention eating steamed buns, rice, and the like, he could even eat meat occasionally. Now that he was home, it was better. There was not even oil or water in the dishes.

He Wenhui felt a little ashamed when she heard her brother's words. It would be great if she could bring back the remaining fried chicken, thinking that her brothers would definitely like it.

Yu Qiuhua patted the table: "Wenda, just eat this. It's already been hard for your eldest sister after a busy day."

He Wenda didn't dare to refute her and started eating immediately.

As for He Wenyuan and He Wentao, how dare they say anything when they see their youngest brother acting like this? Let's go to Er Qing's house to play after dinner.

The next morning, He Wenhui made a meal and went out. Today was the first day of setting up a stall with Yao Bin, so he couldn't be late. Otherwise, the rest of the work would not be carried out at all.

Yao Bin saw that this girl came very early, nodded and said: "Then start preparing."

In fact, it's very simple. Yao Bin has already prepared the raw materials and just pushes the trolley to the square. For this reason, he even inquired about setting up stalls there.

As for why there is no one now, first of all, it’s because everyone is at work. Those who are working don’t like this thing, and those who are not working don’t have any good ideas.

After arriving at the square and setting up the things, He Wenhui asked nervously: "Can we sell the things?"

Yao Bin said with some contempt: "He Wenhui, even if you don't have confidence in yourself, you still have to have confidence in me. Don't I go to college just to come to this square to show off?"

He Wenhui also noticed Yao Bin's disdainful eyes, and suddenly she didn't dare to speak. Only then did she realize that she was actually a little afraid of Yao Bin.

Goo goo goo, pieces of fried chicken were put into the pot, and the aroma soon spread throughout the square.

Some young people have already gathered around.

"Comrade, may I ask what this is?"

Yao Bin smiled: "This is fried chicken. It is a delicious snack from abroad. Do you want to try it?"

"How come I haven't heard of it from abroad?"

In fact, He Wenhui had the same idea, and she had never heard of it. Yao Bin actually said it was from abroad. She couldn't have made it up.

At this time, a fashionably dressed woman came over and said, "Old-fashioned, I've heard of fried chicken. Abroad, you just eat fried chicken and drink Coke. Not to mention the taste, boss, is your fried chicken authentic?"

Yao Bin thought to himself that here is someone who has drunk foreign ink. He just doesn't know if she has heard of it from others or has been abroad, but it has nothing to do with him.

“Whether it’s authentic or not, you’ll know just by smelling it.”

The woman sniffed her nose and said, "It smells good. Give me some."

"Row."

Yao Bin immediately loaded a portion and handed it to her: "I also got some chili and cumin noodles. Of course, this is my own creation. If you eat it directly, it will taste like foreign countries."

"Okay, let me try it first."

The woman picked up the piece and put it in her mouth, with a satisfied expression on her face immediately: "Yeah, this is the taste, not bad. It would be better if there is a cup of Coke."

"Haha, when the weather gets hotter, there will be Coke."

The weather is still very cold now. If Yao Bin is not that stupid, he probably won't be able to sell iced Coke. After all, not many people like to drink iced Coke in cold weather.

The woman dipped it in chili pepper and cumin and tried it again. As expected, her expression was even more surprised. She didn't expect it to have a different flavor.

"Pack five more servings for me and I'll give them to my friends to try. I didn't expect that I could actually eat fried chicken in a small place like Ningzhou."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements for you right away."

After saying that, Yao Bin winked at He Wenhui, who immediately began to work, wondering if this person didn't even ask the price?

After installing it, the other party asked: "How much does it cost?"

"Five dollars in total."

"Wow, so cheap...? I thought it cost more than ten yuan."

These words almost made He Wenhui and the young man at the beginning bleed. Is one dollar a piece still cheap?
She didn't care about what the two people were thinking, and immediately took out five yuan from her pocket and handed it to Yao Bin: "Boss, your craftsmanship is very good, it tastes better than the one in Xiangjiang, and it's also cheaper." (This chapter over)