1986: My Happy Life in Provence

Chapter 59 Mr. Chairman!

The next morning, Ronan drove to Freddy's slaughterhouse.

The combination of sweet and sour pork and rosé wine has proven to be feasible, so it's time to start preparing to set up a stall at the market.

The first thing to solve is the food problem.

In many Western countries, animal welfare organizations oppose castration of boars, believing that it is harmful to the animals.

A very high percentage of intact male pigs are sold on the market, resulting in a 'hormone' smell in the pork.

Boars are not the only beneficiaries in this regard.

An animal organization has called on vendors across the country to remove XL eggs from their shelves, arguing that they could harm the hens' anus.

Moreover, bleeding is not performed during the slaughtering process, all of which will affect the taste of the pork.

Because of this, pork is very cheap in France, and is often cooked by stewing, chopping it with a lot of spices to make minced meat, or marinating it for a long time and then frying or roasting it.

In Paris, you can buy clean pork with no odor or less odor in high-end supermarkets and Chinese supermarkets. In Provence-Ronan, you can only look for it in one butcher shop after another, so I went there so late yesterday.

Fortunately, thanks to the new ability brought by the upgrade of [Cooking], I found some pretty good pork.

We also used traditional Chinese methods to remove odors, such as cooking wine, onions, ginger, etc., to remove the odor relatively cleanly.

But he couldn't search like a headless fly every time, so he had to trouble Freddy.

"I need a batch of castrated pork every week," Ronan said straight to the point.

"That thing is hard to find." Freddy's slaughterhouse mainly deals in mutton, and he has to ask others for pork.

Ronan felt that this should not be difficult. He had seen it in Provence, which meant that he could find a way. All it would take was a little motivation to make Freddy willing to help.

"You know, I'm going to sell this batch of meat at the market. Without good ingredients, I can't make good dishes. You don't want your reputation to be damaged again, right?" Ronan shrugged and curled his lips, as if to tell you to decide for yourself.

Freddy looked serious.

He is indeed the one who most hopes that Chinese food will be popularized in Provence, so that he, as the first person to speak out for Chinese food, can accumulate a considerable amount of popularity in the food industry to satisfy his personal vanity, but pork is not his business scope.
"Ronan, can sweet and sour pork only be made with pork? Can't it be made with lamb?" Freddy gave a suggestion.

Pork pie is just as good as lamb pie.

Ronan imagined the taste:
"Well, if I have to find a substitute, it would be chicken or beef. Lamb is not a good option."

Freddy put his right leg on his left knee and started shaking:
"You did this on purpose, didn't you? Everything else is fine, but mutton is not?"

Ronan laughed twice:
"Of course it's not just a matter of taste, I also have to consider the cost."

Pork is cheap and the profit margin is high.

Seeing that Freddy's legs were shaking faster and faster, Ronan had to make some big promises:

"Chinese cuisine is still a blank slate in Provence. Maybe my sweet and sour pork will become popular once it is launched. By then, Provence will definitely organize a Chinese cuisine association. How about I nominate you as the chairman?"

France is a country full of non-governmental organizations.

According to incomplete statistics, there were approximately 1986 social organizations in 19, twice as many as in the United States during the same period.

These organizations cover a wide range of fields and vary in size.

In Provence, as long as you have a reasonable reason, you can register with the village government and it will be recognized by the government.

The reasons for applying are even more bizarre, including raising only black Doberman Pinschers, all abhorring Marseille fish soup, and liking to hold their big toes when sleeping.

If these reasons are acceptable, then is it possible for the 'Provence Chinese Food Association' to be established?
Freddy gasped. That made sense!

The chairman must be in charge of a lot of people, right?

But
"Don't you want to be the chairman? You cooked the dish, and I just helped you promote it." Freddy said guiltily.

Ronan quickly waved his hand and told him not to say that.

My friend, I am different from you. I would rather use my time bragging to make money.

"Without you, Chinese cuisine would never have been promoted in Provence! You are the biggest contributor, Freddy! Don't you have a lot of friends who are curious about Chinese cuisine? Find an opportunity to gather them together, and I will make braised beef with soy sauce, chicken with salsa verde, and sweet and sour pork for them."

"Really?" Freddy almost jumped for happiness.

He wanted to do this, but he felt a little embarrassed.
Ronan patted his shoulder:

"Why not? But Mr. Chairman, our first priority is to improve the reputation of our sweet and sour pork."

Before Ronan could finish, Freddy interrupted him and said firmly as if he was taking an oath:
"The news that you are going to sell sweet and sour pork at the market in Mena Village will spread to every corner of Provence along with the meat in the slaughterhouse!"

"Then I want castrated pork."

"There is no problem!"

"Can you tell the workers to drain all the blood when slaughtering?"

"Okay, I'll come myself!"

Ronan smiled happily.

Very good very good.

There is now an extra right-hand man who is full of energy.

After preparing the food, Ronan drove to Avignon to purchase all kinds of kitchen utensils and tableware needed at the market.

Also look for a small bowl to hold the seasoning.

Many Chinese condiments sold in Avignon are in barrels, such as the most important vinegar, soy sauce and cooking wine. For ease of carrying, he poured some into other empty small condiment bottles yesterday and took them to Freddy's house, but it would be inappropriate to do so when going to the market.

What if someone steals my skills? What kind of horrible taste would the resulting food have?
“Could there really be someone who learned it secretly?” Ronan touched his chin thoughtfully.

"Olivier, do you have too big an appetite? Why do you think I will give you 60% of the profits?" Lucas has lost a lot of weight recently.

Some time ago he bought a large amount of broad-leaved forest from the government.

Although he was full of confidence, the large amount of money he invested made him anxious and insomniac.

But these are secondary. The biggest trouble is that the greedy Olivier changed his mind and asked him for a higher return.

Olivier's condition wasn't much better, his beard was messy:
"Lucas, I'm increasingly feeling that this is a gamble, and if there's no higher payoff, I don't want to take the risk."

"We have already submitted an application to the government, and now you tell me to withdraw?" Lucas almost shouted. He really wanted to shove the guy's head into his ass!
"So I need a higher return. Damn it, my resources are more important than your truffles. Why do you get the biggest share?" Olivier's powerful voice echoed in the empty room.

Then he shouted in an even more hysterical voice:
"Don't use your excuses to fool me. All the restaurant owners in Provence know that Ronan is going to Mer to sell Chinese food. You damn liar kept using Ronan to deceive me, so I agreed to only take 4%!"

Lucas slammed the table in frustration.

Is Ronan crazy?
Rejected his truffle empire and became a 'chef'?!
(End of this chapter)