Bringing my kids to set up stalls, I made thousands of people cry with envy

Chapter 323: There are more living people than dead people
The next day, three o'clock in the morning.

It was still dark, and Su Chen quietly pushed open the door of the next bedroom.

A furry little head was resting steadily on the small pillow, with the mouth breathing in and out, as if the baby was having a sweet dream.

Seeing Nuonuo's peaceful sleeping face, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

"Go to sleep~"

The little girl hasn't been to school for a long time. She must be exhausted when she suddenly goes to kindergarten.

Of course, I am the same as before, and I received a five-day corporate animal experience card.

It's really tiring to have to go to the cafeteria to work so early in the morning.

Half an hour later, Su Chen and Butler Ding arrived at the funeral home cafeteria on time.

In front of the stall, the delivered ingredients were neatly arranged.

We have pork today, and it’s the pig’s neck. It has a perfect combination of fat and lean meat, and less fascia. It’s obviously a good thing at first glance.

The side dishes are also quite rich, including pork ribs, chicken racks, pickled radish cubes, fried peanuts, chopped green onions, coriander and so on.

Based on these things, Su Chen quickly searched for the recipes given by the system.

Just make crispy whistle noodles.

In this place, crispy whistle = Guizhou marijuana, and the locals love it.

And it just so happened that those pieces of trough meat had smooth skin and the right amount of fat and lean, making them just the right material for making this.

Butler Ding was busy washing meat when he heard the new word "crisp whistle" and was stunned.

Su Chen chuckled.

Crispy whistle is actually crispy meat sauce.

It is called Cuishao because there is no rolled tongue pronunciation in Guiyang dialect, and "sao" and "shao" are homophones. Over time, the term Cuishao has been used to this day.

Su Chen stood in front of the chopping board and took the piece of meat that had been cleaned by Butler Ding.

The knife in his hand flew up and down, and soon, the big piece of meat turned into small pieces the size of a thumb.

"Thorn-"

Heat the pan with cold oil and pour the diced meat into the pan.

This oil needs to be boiled slowly, otherwise it will become mushy if you are in a hurry.

Pick up the spatula and stir gently. As the oil temperature rises, the diced meat begins to spit out oil, the surface shrinks and becomes slightly charred, and the greasy lard shines in the pan.

Seeing that it was almost done, Butler Ding hurried forward to turn off the fire and pour out the excess oil.

In a flash, Su Chen had also prepared the soul sauce.

The mellowness of the sweet wine sauce, the salty freshness of the soy sauce, the sourness of the aged vinegar, and the sweetness of the white sugar danced a waltz in the bowl.

With a flick of the wrist, the sauce entered the pot, instantly stirring up a wave of oil. The diced meat rolled in the sea of ​​sauce, gradually being covered with an amber coat.

"After collecting the juice, there is one last step, which is to use white wine to enhance the flavor."

As he spoke, Su Chen took out a bottle of strong liquor from the cupboard and, just like a little girl spraying perfume, he lightly poured a few drops into the pot.

"Out of the pot!"

At Su Chen's command, Butler Ding had already quickly brought a stainless steel trough.

The golden crispy whistles fell into the trough with a tinkling sound, shiny, crispy and tempting.

Butler Ding couldn't help it, so he quickly picked up a piece and threw it into his mouth while Su Chen turned around.

With a "crack", the crispy shell shatters between the teeth, the fat of the fat melts on the tip of the tongue, the fibers of the lean meat are chewy, and the mouth is full of rich meaty aroma.

"Uncle Ding," Su Chen said jokingly while wiping the chopping board without looking back.

"You need to change your habit of stealing food. When guests come later, don't eat all the crispy whistles as snacks."

Butler Ding blushed when he heard this.

It was discovered again.

He quickly wiped the grease from his mouth and tried to make an excuse.

"Hey, isn't this so fragrant? Just smelling this fragrance makes me hungry."

"Don't be impatient. We're just getting started. The crispy fritters will become even crispier after they cool down a bit. Then we can serve them with rice noodles, broth, pickled radish cubes, and peanuts..."

Before Su Chen finished speaking, Steward Ding nodded repeatedly. Eating crispy whistle without any meat did taste a bit like pig. Now we just had to wait for the crispy whistle powder to be finished.

……

Security guard Lao Zhou has never felt that time passed as slowly as it did this morning.

As a veteran in the world of slacking off, he had already mastered the "open eyes and close eyes" technique to the highest level.

When I open my eyes, a day has passed. When I open my eyes again, another month has passed.

Except for the time when he opened the door, he was snoring secretly and sleeping soundly the rest of the time.

But today, his method of slacking off didn't work.

It was only five o'clock in the morning, but there was already a crowd in front of the funeral home.

Lao Zhou rubbed his sleepy eyes and counted the heads.

My goodness, there are more living people than dead people.

"Are you all family members of the deceased?"

Old Zhou yawned, stood up, walked to the door, and knocked on the blood-red words on the notice at the door: No one except the relatives of a bereaved family is allowed to enter.

This notice has the drawback of being a one-size-fits-all approach.

But at least the problem of meat powder distribution has been solved from the source.

Anyway, Lao Zhou personally agrees with both hands. After all, he was so angry last night that he didn't even get a bowl of noodles for midnight snack because he went there too late.

"Yes, yes, yes! We are. This is a funeral home. Who has nothing better to do than come to a funeral home?"

At the front of the team was a young man with dyed yellow hair.

"Please let us in."

Lao Zhou narrowed his eyes. There seemed to be something wrong with this young man. It looked like he was here to eat for free.

"May I ask the deceased's name? What is his relationship to you?"

Huangmao immediately took over and said:
"My third uncle's distant cousin just passed away yesterday. I am here to see him off for the last time."

"Oh?"

Old Zhou raised his eyebrows and opened the notebook with spit.

"There are five deceased people waiting in line for cremation today. Three of them are surnamed Hu and two are surnamed Li. What is your third uncle's surname and name?"

"Surname..." Huang Mao said firmly, "Surname is Hu!"

Old Zhou almost couldn't hold back his laughter and tapped the registration book in his hand.

"Oh, I just saw it wrong. There is no one named Hu here. You'd better leave quickly."

After he finished speaking, Huangmao slapped his forehead and quickly changed his words.

"Oops, I remembered it wrong! His last name is Li!"

"I'm sorry, there's no one with the last name Li here."

Huangmao was so angry that sweat broke out on his forehead.

Damn, this old man looks honest and simple, but he actually cheated! How careless!
He quickly took out his wallet.

"Uncle, how about this? I'll give you some hard work money, and you just let me in. I promise, I'll just eat a bowl of noodles and leave after I'm done!"

Lao Zhou glanced at the banknotes in his hand and shook his head.

"Young man, who do you think I am? This is a funeral home. If you really want to eat noodles, go to a breakfast shop downtown."

It's not that he is really so upright, it's mainly because the kid doesn't know how to do things and he's making too much fuss.

Alas, it’s useless!

Seeing that being soft was not working, Huangmao's expression changed immediately.

"Old man, why are you so rigid? It's just a bowl of noodles. Is it necessary to be so serious about it?"

Lao Zhou was not angry either.

"Young man, I won't let you in because you still need to practice your acting skills. Look at the person behind you, he is the real family member."

……

(End of this chapter)