struggle in a small town

Chapter 373

Zhuang Jia came with a mission.

Stepping into Zhang Xuejiao's office, he put the kimchi jar on the desk: "Sister, we miss you, when are you going to visit the village?"

"What's in here?"

"Pickled radish."

Zhang Xuejiao looked him up and down: "There is nothing to show courteousness to, it's either rape or robbery, tell me, what did Gao Peng ask you to do?"

"Sister, you are amazing!" Zhuang Jia pushed the pickle jar forward: "The village wants to build a sports square."

"My god, you are catching me as a sheep and pulling it hard!"

Zhuang Jia pushed his glasses awkwardly.

Zhang Xuejiao tapped on the table with the signature pen in her hand: "It's not that I'm reluctant to spend money, I just think it's not an option to always rely on others' help."

Zhuang Jia is simply a copy of Gao Peng, with the same excuse: "There are not many young people in the village."

"I know, I'm getting tired of hearing it."

Zhang Xuejiao thought for a while, but there was no good solution for the time being, so she could only agree: "It's a good thing to build the square, and I can pay for it. You haven't eaten, have you?"

"not yet."

Zhang Xuejiao glanced at Xixi who was sleeping soundly next to her, and then checked the time. She still had to sleep for at least half an hour.

She definitely can't go. If she makes a mistake in her judgment, Xixi wakes up and can't see her mother, so she will definitely cry and fuss.

So she asked Zhao Mengmeng to accompany Zhuang Jia to the cafeteria first, and take the jar of pickled radishes with her.

In the cafeteria, Lin Zhiyuan was still studying grilled fish with the chef. Apart from the two of them, there was a circle of people around, all talking about their ideas: "Put some sugar."

"Hit a flower knife."

It annoys the chef, just like an F1 racing driver listening to a novice driver bragging.

Zhuang Jia asked Zhao Mengmeng, and learned that Lin Zhiyuan had been worrying about this matter recently, and put the kimchi jar on the table with a "bang", "Try this, everyone in the village loves it!"

Lin Zhiyuan stared at the jar: "What is it?"

"Pickled radish."

In order to be fair, the chef made a total of five grilled fish and put the mark on the bottom of the plate.

When Lin Zhiyuan tasted the second portion, he felt that the taste was very similar to what he ate in Shenzhen, so he asked everyone to try it.

One fish was quickly sorted out.

In the scorching summer, many people with poor appetites often can’t eat. Everyone said that the sour radish is the reason why this fish dish is wonderful.

Lin Zhiyuan specially asked the chef to make another portion, called Zhang Xuejiao and asked her to come and try it.

When the fish was put into her mouth, the hot and sour taste exploded in her mouth. Zhang Xuejiao's mind flashed back to her experience in the open space in Shenzhen that day. Half of China, the two flavors miraculously overlapped.

Zhang Xuejiao nodded violently: "That's right, that's the smell."

Lin Zhiyuan struggled with the matter for several days, and finally got an answer, so he hurriedly asked Zhuang Jia, "Where did you get this carrot?"

Of course, the radish was pickled by the village aunt.

Moreover, both Zhang Xuejiao and Lin Zhiyuan have eaten the food cooked by this aunt.

Yes, she is the aunt who cooks for the workers in the apple orchard.

At the beginning, Zhang Xuejiao was full of praise for the noodles made by the aunt, and she can still remember the rich texture and taste.

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't wait, and immediately dragged Zhuang Jia to the village, wanting to learn the art of pickling radishes from his aunt.

The aunt didn't have any fancy ingredients, she used the ones that are always in the house, such as peppercorns and aniseed ingredients, there were none that Lin Zhiyuan didn't know.

There is nothing particular about the portion, just grab as much as you want.

After asking clearly, Lin Zhiyuan was even more confused.

The cafeteria also usually has pickled vegetables, and the method is a little more delicate than the aunt's, but the taste is far worse.

What went wrong?
Lin Zhiyuan came out of the kitchen of his aunt's house, turned around inadvertently, and found a well next to the kitchen.

With a flash of inspiration, he felt that he had discovered the truth.

It turned out that the aunt was a radish pickled in well water.

When asked if it was true, the aunt was very enthusiastic, and immediately fetched a bucket of water for Lin Zhiyuan to taste.

People living in cities rely on waterworks to provide food, drink, and washing as soon as they turn on the tap.

But there is a well in the village.

Lin Zhiyuan scooped up a bowl of water, it was ice-cold and sweet, his body was sweating instantly, it was as refreshing as it wanted.

The aunt smiled and said, "In the whole village, only this well in my house has sweet water, and the other wells have alkaline water, which is not good to drink."

After drinking two bowls of water, Lin Zhiyuan's dryness and heat disappeared, and he began to worry again.

Originally, he thought that the aunt had a secret recipe for the exclusive ingredients to pickle delicious radishes, and he planned to buy them with money.

Well now, the secret recipe is well water, you can't dig the well away, right?

At this time Zhuang Jia said: "Brother Lin, why don't you cooperate with the aunt and ask the aunt to provide you with pickled radishes."

It is indeed a way.

Unexpectedly, the aunt said that pickled radishes are worthless, if Lin Zhiyuan wants to eat them, he can take them away.

Lin Zhiyuan stood in the yard, looking at the two-story building of the aunt's house, and suddenly had an idea: "Auntie, how many vacant rooms does your house have?"

"Upstairs and downstairs, together, there are six or seven rooms."

Lin Zhiyuan nodded, looked around the yard, and asked with a smile: "Ma'am, I think your craftsmanship is really good, and I want to partner with you to open a farmhouse."

After being a housewife for many years, the aunt suddenly found the value of life. She wanted to do it, but she was a little afraid: "Can I do it?"

"It can be done, why can't it be done?" Lin Zhiyuan saw that she showed signs of letting go, and encouraged him: "We will join forces, we will definitely make it."

According to Lin Zhiyuan's idea, the Nongjiale mainly focuses on grilled fish, and then brings some farm dishes, such as dried eggplant, fried green persimmon with green chili and so on.

After discussing with the aunt, the aunt felt that this was not a problem. Anyway, she also does this at home every day. She also herds one sheep and drives two sheep. It is not difficult.

Lin Zhiyuan reminded her tactfully: "Auntie, doing business is different from greeting relatives, we have to show a professional attitude, let the guests eat once and think about it twice, and come three or four times a week."

The two chatted for more than half an hour about the quality control issue, and the sun was almost setting.

During the period, Zhuang Jia wanted to interrupt several times, but failed to find a chance, so he hurried out and called Gao Peng.
A few minutes later, Gao Peng came with a big watermelon. When he entered the door, he shouted that he was thirsty and attracted the aunt away.

Then Gao Peng put his arms around Lin Zhiyuan's shoulders: "Brother, you can't favor one person over another, there are so many people in the village, we have to get rich together."

"Did my wife tell you to organize the villagers to grow strawberries?"

In front of Lin Zhiyuan, Gao Peng didn't talk about the lack of people, but plausibly said: "Everyone grows fruits, who grows food? Our village must guard the bottom line of food for us."

What can Lin Zhiyuan say?

Can he still fight against the bottom line of food?
To put it bluntly, he also has to eat food.

The aunt came out with water: "Senior cadres, drink water."

"Auntie, auntie, call me Xiaogao." Gao Peng took the water and drank it down: "Our water is better."

The aunt's eyes were bent when she smiled.

Gao Peng took the aunt as a lobbyist: "Auntie, how do you think our village will develop in the future?"

"I don't understand these things, so you can do whatever you say."

Gao Peng smiled and looked at Lin Zhiyuan: "Boss Lin, Boss Lin, give me an idea and give me a hand."

(End of this chapter)