peasant shrew

Chapter 119

When more people came to the market, Lin Dayong and Mrs. Liu also came.But the two of them didn't push the snack cart, mainly because Lin Dayong felt that this method was not a good idea. If he couldn't sell it and threw the food in his own hands, it would be a waste of money.Even if he can eat it at home, he is still reluctant to spend the money.

Knowing that his daughter and son-in-law were planning to buy an ox cart, Lin Dayong and Zhao Tieniu went to see each other.Leaving Mrs. Liu to stir the batter and help Yueniang make pancakes.

The firewood and charcoal were lit, and while the pot was heating up, Lin Yueniang began to spread a spoonful of batter on the pot with a special wooden brush tool.Then I added pickles and chili sauce pickled at home, and the aroma wafted away, attracting many people to gather around with great interest.

It's not that everyone wants to eat this egg-flavored pancake, but that they have never seen or heard of this kind of food, let alone such a wooden cabinet that can be ignited and made fresh.

It's not that outsiders can't see the wheels under the cart, but that Lin Yueniang specially covered her head with a layer of discarded cloth.Any skilled carpenter can see the doorway inside.Just like when she made her first pot of gold in a pretentious manner, she didn't expect to get rich from this. At most, she was trying to save money when others were rare.

As for other things, I'm afraid that the value of this small car is not as high as the value of my spicy soup base.She doesn't understand anything else, but she likes to watch TV dramas in Qiao's courtyard, but she remembers that the second grandma said that the recipe is the key.

If you can come up with a prescription that others can't concoct, even if you have a similar one, it can't replace the status of the original prescription.For an irreplaceable item, no matter how small the profit is, it will last forever.

"Hot pancakes and fruits, with small pickles and broth as a bonus, and three renminbi to eat warm." Lin Yueniang added a fire to the stove sugar, and then lifted the small iron pot next to the place where Mala Tang was supposed to be cooked. The aroma of the meat is overflowing.The soup, even without fat, is still very fragrant.

Two women who got up early to go to the market looked at the pancakes and broth, each of which was delicious and clean.Thinking of getting up early in the morning, my ears and fingers were cold, so I simply called my companions to come together and have a taste.

Seeing this, Mrs. Liu cheerfully moved out the bench she brought from home, placed it against the back wall, and then tidied up the small table for sundries.Although crude, it is not much worse than other noodle stalls.

Three pennies, a pancake and a bowl of broth, the two women ate deliciously.Even the face is much ruddy, and with the little pickles in the pancakes and a little chili sauce, isn't it appetizing and warm?

The few in front looked interesting, touched the money in their pockets, gritted their teeth and ordered a pancake and broth.After taking a few mouthfuls, I smiled and praised the deliciousness.

It's not that there is no breakfast in this market, but two corn buns and a bowl of porridge cost two cents.What's more, with such a big egg pancake and broth, they still took advantage of three Wen.

The first few people who had eaten before they left paid for a few egg pancakes. After that, some thick men who went to the market also got together, and gathered in groups to buy a comfortable meal.

They have been suffering for a long time, and they can't eat an egg, let alone meat, for three to five days.Now that I have such a cheap place, even though I can't get enough for three Wen, it can be regarded as a real benefit and a taste of something new.

"My aunts and uncles, our family also buys noodles at noon, a big bowl for six cents, with the ancestral spicy meat and fresh soup, it is absolutely delicious and filling." At the beginning, Lin Yueniang was really coping But she didn't come, but she served the broth a few times, and she let go of the little awkwardness in her heart.Besides, face can't be eaten, if you really can't open your mouth to yell out, I'm afraid it will be a waste of work.

"That's a good thing, it happens that our host doesn't care about the food. But let's make an agreement, if your noodles are not better than other people's, we won't give you money."

Many of the people sitting here came out to work during the slack in the fields. Being able to eat on the road in the town meant that the work was light and oily.But even though they were paid, it was only two or three hundred cash a month, so they were reluctant to eat in restaurants.At the most, I would order burning knives and drink a few sips at the noodle stall every two or three days.

Lin Yueniang naturally responded quickly, but she knew that most of the noodle stalls in the town were boiled noodles mixed with vegetables, and at most they were sprinkled with a little salt, in order to make trouble and make money.After all, those jingling bells who set up the stalls pulled the guy over, and adding firewood would waste a lot of energy.Moreover, the brine for the topping noodles must be boiled in advance. In winter, it will be cold if it cannot be kept on fire.Over time, people got used to white noodles, with a few leaves of green vegetables and noodle soup.

So even if it can't compare to the dishes cooked in restaurants, Lin Yueniang's spicy and fresh soup will definitely be better than other people's noodles.

(End of this chapter)