Food starts with Mapo Tofu

Chapter 704 Braised Meat (ask for a monthly ticket)

Otherwise, if he returns to the Xia Dynasty in the future, what should he say when he sees Fu Xin?
Say hello brother, I used to call your dad brothers and sisters, and I even hugged you when you were two and a half years old.

It would be strange if Fu Xin didn't do it on the spot when he heard this.

In this way, after the things were sold out in the morning, they did the math, and they sold a total of 120 seven coins today.

Nineteen bowls of soy milk were sold.

This is because Song San didn't add more water to it, otherwise he could have sold more.

Some people don't like the taste of offal soup, so although they know that Song San's business is booming, they have never come to patronize it.

But the soy milk is different.

The soy milk has a strong flavor, smells good, and looks appetizing.

Drinking it steaming hot is also warm in the stomach.

Not to mention that the leftover bean dregs from making tofu can still be eaten.

That is to say, my body is a little weak now and I lack exercise.

At the beginning, Song San and Xu Erni were still thinking about asking Chen Nian to take the opportunity to find one. After all, many people who said they were relatives didn't ask them to give anything, as long as they bought some cloth and some food as a betrothal gift. And bring some dowry.

But after such a period of time, Chen Nian still feels that his body has become a lot stronger. After all, after the family has money, they will buy some meat for Song San every now and then.

But later Song San still planned to do it by himself. Since the old age meeting was over, he didn't need to say more, and his son already did enough work, and he couldn't bear to make the child overworked.

Now almost the whole county knows that Song San has a son. Although he was picked up and used to be a beggar, he has become more and more handsome after raising him. Besides, Song San can earn a lot of money every day. So there began to be matchmakers coming to the door to say kisses.

But after Chen Nian refused several times, Song San also knew what his son wanted, so he no longer insisted.

When Chen Nian took the money back to Taoism.

The streets in the county also began to gradually become lively, and small merchants and hawkers selling New Year's goods were everywhere.

"That's right, the loose couple now have someone to rely on. Let me tell you, they are nice people. Since they can save your life, you have to treat them well, you know?"

"Your tofu looks good, how did you sell it?"

Directly more than quadrupled.

Chen Nian looked up and saw that the other party was an aunt, so he said with a smile: "Auntie, we made the tofu in the middle of the night, and it is still steaming. It costs one penny, and one piece is about half a catty."

"We can also have a prosperous year this year!"

"Don't worry, ma'am!" Chen Nian assured with a smile.

After buying for more than an hour, Chen Nian finally sold out all of today's tofu.

Before he could take a few steps, he was called out.

At the moment, the two elders seem to be much more energetic than before, and Chen Nian has basically finished the usual work, so they are not as tired as before.

Eating well, plus exercising every day while working, Chen Nian has gradually grown stronger.

I am old and old, but I did not expect that life finally has hope again.

The two elders were very happy.

Butcher Hukou couldn't help being happy when he heard these words: "I think you are rich, and your airs have become bigger, but Song Laosan, your craftsmanship is good, otherwise Mr. Wang wouldn't value you so much at the beginning. In the future, if you Don’t forget about my old buddy when you’re developed.”

"Okay, here's a piece. If it tastes good, I'll buy it from you tomorrow." The aunt paid for it, and the old one cut the tofu.

But it is.

"Yeah, thanks to Xiaonian."

"Alas, this is nothing like going back to the old job, it's just a rush to survive." Song San waved his hand and said.

After closing the stall and going back, Chen Nian went out to sell tofu with a small cart, yelling as he walked.

He thinks that Chen Nian's suggestion is good. Although he can usually earn a lot, wouldn't it be even better if he could earn a little more years ago?

"Okay." Song San didn't refuse, and he also felt that it was time to teach Chen Nian all these skills slowly.

After grinding the tofu all night yesterday, Chen Nian now feels his arms are sore, and when he sells offal soup in the morning, he feels his arms are shaking, and this is part of the side effect of the recipe.

"Whose kid are you from? Why haven't I seen you before?"

Only then did the aunt understand.

He also taught Chen Nian how to make offal soup before, but this thing does not have any technical content. He taught Chen Nian on the first day, and Chen Nian could make it by himself on the second day.

Afterwards, they washed the beans to clean the internal organs, washed their hands, had dinner, chatted and then went to bed as soon as possible, because they had to get up in the middle of the night to make tofu and offal soup.

This is God bless them!

"Song Laosan, it seems that you are really going to go back to your old job!"

But for Song San, the soy milk was sold for [-] nights, and the [-] renminbi earned back was like picking up for nothing, because the beans were made into tofu, and the tofu alone could earn nearly [-] renminbi in addition to paying back the cost. , and soy milk can still sell so much as an accessory product.

He even took the initiative to reject those matchmakers and those who made it clear.

They can always see Chen Nian busy before and after, as long as Chen Nian can do it and take care of it, Chen Nian is not willing to let the two elders do it.

Next to the pork were three hooves and two huge pig heads.

But as long as you can make money, you have to work hard, and it's not like you haven't done it before.

In the morning, he went out to sell offal soup and soybean milk as usual, but this time Song San left first because he had to buy some meat.

But Chen Nian deliberately slowed down when cutting and smashing, and tilted his knife from time to time to cut out pieces of different sizes or different thicknesses.

Hearing this, Chen Nian thought to himself, Ma'am, you are a little out of touch with the topic now, but thinking about it, Chen Nian still told the other party that he is a loose son, and in the suspicious inquiry of the other party, he said that he picked it up .

After that, life seemed to be so stable.

Just before Chen Nian and his old lady finished selling things together and returned home, Song San also came back on the back foot, and not only he came back, but also the butcher followed behind him.

A thousand coins is a sling, and a sling is equivalent to one tael.

In the morning, he goes out to sell offal soup and soy milk. In the morning, Chen Nian pushes a cart to sell tofu. After lunch, he takes a break. If the beans at home are about to run out, Chen Nian needs to go out to buy beans.

After all, who would think too much money?
Even if Chen Nian doesn't want to marry a wife now, it's hard to guarantee that he will suddenly have this idea in the future. If the family has money, he can find a better condition.

After buying the beans, he came back to clean up the house, and then he went out to buy water with his father.

"Father, it's almost the Chinese New Year. Everyone is buying new year's goods. I thought, why don't we make some braised pork? People who are usually reluctant to eat will buy some during the Chinese New Year."

It's just that in this way, Chen Nian will have to pay more hard work.

And with the addition of an old age, the house is much more lively.

All of a sudden, the family's income rose from seven to eight Wen a day to more than 40 Wen.

At this time, their family already had thousands of dollars.

There is a common saying among the people that there are three hardships in life, and it means that these three jobs are very tiring. Generally speaking, these people make money and no one will be jealous.

Butchers push flatbed carts with half-flavored pork.

That's how it went until years ago.

"Don't worry, I won't forget it! The pork you sell is the best in the county, and I will definitely buy it from you in the future."

"That's fine." After entering the yard, the butcher picked up the half leaf of pork and said fiercely, "Where do you put it?"

"Just put it on that board. I have to wash it well later. I can't do without washing this thing, but I wash it at home and make it all over the place. After I boil the water, I will deal with it in the yard."

"Okay!" After saying that, the butcher came to the center of the yard, put the half fan of pork on the wooden board, and finally helped to take off the remaining pig's head and hoof.

(End of this chapter)