Yushanfang

Chapter 17 Seventeen: Business

Feng Mingdao: "This place is a bit dilapidated..." There was also a bit of embarrassment in his tone.

"It's okay." Lin Xiang said, took Lin Yan's hand and walked a few steps into the house, turned his head to look around, nodded: "Actually, it's okay."

……

"Sister, this place is so broken." Lin Yan couldn't help but pursed his lips and frowned.

Lin Xiang packed the things in his hands, stopped when he heard the words, looked at Lin Yan sideways, and said, "Then do you think it's better in the small temple or here?"

Lin Yan frowned, reluctantly said: "Here..."

Cursing the corners of his lips, Lin Xiang looked at his younger brother, and said again: "We don't have any money in our hands now, so we have to make do with it. Anyway, there will be no more air leakage when we sleep at night."

The siblings spent the morning cleaning the dilapidated house.

After washing and rinsing for half a day, I spread the two quilts I brought on the old wooden bed, wiped the floor, and after the windows were roughly cleaned of dust, I was finally able to calm down for a while.

Lin Xiang took out a few copper coins from his clothes and handed them to Lin Yan: "Go buy some for breakfast and eat it yourself. When you are free these two days, let's go to the market together and buy everything that should be bought."

After finishing speaking, he hurried to the restaurant.

……

Feng Ming put up a big sign at the entrance of the restaurant early on.

"Freshly made hot wontons cost four cents a bowl—"

This is what he went to the market in the morning and spent ten copper coins to find someone to write it.

He clapped his mouth in satisfaction, folded his arms, looked down at the big red characters, and began to imagine in his heart the scene where the restaurant was surrounded by a group of customers, counting the money until his hands cramped. For a moment, he couldn't help laughing. sound.

……

"Put these dried shrimps into the chicken soup today." Lin Xiang told Han Cui while washing his hands.

Three fresh wontons.

The cook went to the market early in the morning to buy live shrimp, pork, and a lot of green leeks.

The prawns are juicy and fresh, and occasionally they twitch their tails.

Lin Xiang peeled the shrimp, and asked Hancui and the chef to remove the black thread from the shrimp.

Although the cook seemed a little reluctant, he still listened to Lin Xiang's instructions and went to deal with the shrimps.

Lin Xiang is processing the pork stuffing. The meat stuffing needs to be finely chopped so that the wontons will taste delicious after being cooked.

"Lin Xiang, the shrimps are peeled—" Han Cui shouted.

"Hancui, heat up the pot, add water, and put the chicken in—" He took a large plate of shrimp meat and started to make three fresh meat stuffing.
While cutting the shrimp, Lin Xiang did not forget to give instructions.

Shrimp meat does not need to be chopped too much, roughly cut into small pieces and added, so that the taste will be better.

Added shrimp meat and a large handful of processed leeks and minced pork to the bowl, and began to stir carefully.

The thin and white wonton wrappers were squeezed by Lin Xiang's dexterous fingers, and filled with the mixed fillings. In an instant, an exquisite wonton was ready.

"Gudu Gudu—" The water in the pot had already begun to boil, and a mellow aroma of chicken soup slowly wafted out.

Lifting the lid of the pot, bursts of steaming thick mist rushing towards the face, containing the delicious soup flavor, whet the appetite.

Lin Xiang reached out and added a handful of dried shrimps to the pot, and then began to throw wontons into the soup.

half an hour-

"it is done--"

As soon as Lin Xiang said a word, he attracted several people who hadn't had breakfast yet.

Take four full bowls and put them on the table.

In the cold air in winter, one can clearly see streams of hot air rising upwards, and one can smell the tempting aroma of cooked food if one smells it closely.

The clear soup is floating in the bowl, the small and exquisite wontons are white and tender, and the light red meat filling can be faintly seen in the translucent thin skin.

"Come on, come on, let's eat first—" Feng Ming waved his palm happily, beckoning to them.

……

The bright red rice paper at the door was blown by the cold wind.

"Yawn——" Han Cui stood at the door of the restaurant, couldn't help the cold wind, and shivered for a while, at this moment, her body was already a little stiff from the cold, and her nose was also red.

A full half day passed, and the sky turned from white to dark immediately, but there were not many customers in the restaurant who came to eat food.

"Ah..." Sitting on the chair in the hall, Feng Ming couldn't help sighing, feeling very distressed, from elation at the beginning to frowning.

Why is there no guest?
Lin Xiang walked out of the kitchen, carrying two plates of freshly cooked dishes in his hands.

On the table, "Vegetable Chicken Fried Rice——"

With a "click", the pots and bowls made a crisp collision sound.

"Eat something first." Lin Xiang bowed his head and said, "Uncle, you haven't eaten since you ate a bowl of wontons in the morning."

"Alas..." Feng Ming frowned, sighed again, shook his head, frowning.

Where does he have the appetite to eat?Originally thought that there would be an endless stream of customers, and the restaurant would make a lot of money in these two days, but who knew it was almost a day, and there was no one.If this continues, the restaurant will close in less than half a month!

"This is the leftover material when stewing the broth in the morning. The chicken is tender and tender, cut into small pieces, add some lard to the hot pan, add some spices, sauté the onion and garlic so 'Zi La La', put the cooked Put the white rice in, grab a handful of vegetables, and season with the sauce..." Before Lin Xiang finished speaking, Feng Ming swallowed his saliva, couldn't help picking up a spoon full of it and began to pour mouth to send.

Smiling and watching Feng Ming chewing the steaming rice with puffed cheeks, his mouth was full of oil, Lin Xiang felt in a good mood.

but……

Thinking about it, Lin Xiang frowned again.

She was also a little puzzled, why didn't anyone come to eat?

Lifting his head to glance at the empty doorway, Lin Xiang frowned and thought.

She still has confidence in her craftsmanship, but it has been a whole day, and not a single customer has come to eat.She also has nothing to do in the kitchen.

Frown thinking——

moment.

"Uncle, I have a way to solicit customers. I don't know if it will work." Lin Xiang suddenly smiled slyly, blinked, and said.

Feng Ming twitched his cheeks, raised his head in a "babble", looked at Lin Xiang in surprise, and said vaguely, "Really?"

After pondering for a while, Lin Xiang hesitated, but smiled again: "It should be possible." He said with a mysterious look, "However, you may have to spend a little more..."

(End of this chapter)