90s Little Struggle

Chapter 123 Conspiracy
From the time Liu Meijuan talked about fried chicken, Xiao Hong understood what she was trying to do by being courteous.

Unfortunately, she will not tell them the recipe of fried chicken.

Xiao Hong kindly agreed: "Since they can do it, why don't you study it too?"

Of course, Liu Meijuan also tried to make fried chicken. It was okay for them to eat by themselves, but when they sold it in the store, the customers who bought it quickly disliked the taste. The chicken was old, the taste was weak, and the skin was not crispy enough. It's not as good as Zhao's.

Anyway, she detested their fried chicken to such an extent that even a dog would not care about it, and almost made her so angry that she was about to ascend to heaven.

But even if someone pointed at her nose and scolded her, she could only refund the money.

Otherwise, they would scare all the customers away when they heard their disgust, and they would not even be able to sell the stewed pork.

Moreover, they themselves tasted the cold fried chicken, and they also felt that the taste was not as good as when it was hot.

Liu Meijuan is also reluctant to try a few more times, after all, the price of chicken is not cheap.

But those who are willing to buy fried chicken are generally rich people, and they have higher requirements for the taste of fried chicken.

Now that she saw the Xiao sisters delivering them to her door, she wanted to coax them into telling her the trick.

She now sells stewed pork heads and trotters, and can earn a gross profit of more than ten or twenty yuan a day.

This is much more than what people earn when they enter the factory. When the business is good, they can earn more than their own men.

And now that she can earn money, Xiao Jianhua treats her better.

She wants to earn more money, wants him to be so gentle to her all the time, and also wants to become a millionaire as soon as possible, so that her children can buy whatever they want.

For this reason, she is willing to bow down in front of the Xiao family sisters, and now when she hears Xiao Hong's words, she goes along with the flow and says with a smile: "We are clumsy, and the fried chicken tastes wrong, why don't you try it? "

Xiao Hong used a flaunting tone and said helplessly: "Hey, it's not that we don't want to cook, but that after the Chinese New Year, Uncle Zhao and my mother didn't allow us to work, and only urged us to study hard. "

When Lou Fenfang came in and heard this, she turned her head angrily and left.

After my mother opened a shop to earn money, she gave her more pocket money privately, and she was quite happy at first.

But she is at home on Saturday and Sunday, and she has more work to do.

Especially the work of plucking the pig's head and trotters was not only terrifying but also greasy, which made her feel sick at first.

Fortunately, the weekly living expenses doubled, so she could bear it.

But now she heard that their sisters were in Zhao's house, and they didn't touch Yang Chunshui with their fingers. Could this huge gap make her angry?

Xiao Fang saw that the faces of their husband and wife were not very good, so she smiled and said, "I accidentally saw Uncle Zhao seasoning, but I'm not too sure, why don't we try it?"

Now she admires her elder sister's ability to beat people very much, it is really amazing.

It's a pity that she was half-truthful.

When Xiao Hong taught her stepfather seasoning before, they didn't avoid her, and she did listen to some.

But even if she really knew how, it would be impossible to turn her elbow outward.

This is still on the way here, Xiao Hong gave her an idea, saying that instead of adding sweet potato flour, roll the chicken nuggets in the flour and fry them. , the taste is gone.

Anyway, such a simple method, any housewife can do it.

It's just that the chicken is not tender enough and the taste will not be very good.

But being able to chatter about their chickens, and seeing them happy for nothing, the sisters were very happy.

Sure enough, when Liu Meijuan heard Xiao Fang's words, she immediately went to catch and kill chickens with a smile on her face.

Xiao Fang didn't avoid her either, and chopped the cleaned chicken into pieces, added some rice wine, soy sauce, thirteen spices, eggs and ginger to marinate.

Make a very thin batter with eggs and flour.

After marinating for an hour, under Liu Meijuan's painful eyes, Xiao Fang poured a lot of rapeseed oil and heated it up, rolled the chicken pieces in the batter, and then put them in for frying.

For the average person, eating meat now means abundance.

The freshly fried chicken nuggets are of course delicious, making people drool.

Liu Meijuan tasted a piece, and it was indeed better than the fried chicken nuggets she made before. Seeing that the Xiao sisters were unceremoniously eating one piece and taking another, she hurriedly put it away: "It's delicious now, but let's wait Let it cool down and try again."

"That's okay!" Xiao Fang knew in her heart that the most important thing about fried chicken is the chicken itself.

Domestic chicken is nutritious, so it is suitable for stewing and frying.

When making fried chicken, it lacks freshness and tenderness. Now it tastes good when it’s hot, but it won’t taste good when it’s cold.

Liu Meijuan asked tentatively: "Is the taste of this fried chicken similar to that of yours?"

Xiao Hong shook her head honestly: "It's not as good as Uncle Zhao's fried chicken, the chicken is not fresh enough."

The smile on Liu Meijuan's face couldn't be maintained: "I didn't expect his craftsmanship to be so good?"

Xiao Feng ran in and called them: "Second Uncle, my grandfather asked me to call you to go to the grave together."

After speaking, smelling the scent that hadn't dissipated, I couldn't help sniffing: "It smells so good!"

Xiao Yuhang guarded the food, immediately stuffed the remaining chicken into his mouth, and said vaguely: "It's gone, I've already eaten it all!"

After finishing speaking, he smacked his mouth, deliberately greedy him: "The fried chicken is delicious. If you give me your tin frog and hoop to play with for a week, I will give you a piece."

Although Xiao Yuhang didn't like the Xiao sisters, if he hadn't been forced by his mother before, he wouldn't have wanted to call them.

But they will cook delicious food and let him show off in front of Xiao Feng.

Today's children don't have many toys. Tin frogs that can jump when tightened, and hoops are the best toys for children.

There is no child who is not greedy for meat. At other times, Xiao Feng would really be greedy, and would reluctantly lend him his toys to play with.

But at noon, he ate meat until he was full. Thinking of the braised pork head and trotters in the evening, he raised his head with a look of disdain: "Hmph, I don't care about it. My sister brought us a lot of meat. It tastes better than the meat you give to my family."

Even though he said that, he was still a little greedy, so he took out the toffee he was reluctant to eat, peeled it off and stuffed it into his mouth, biting it, and said with a look of intoxication, "The toffee is so delicious!"

Xiao Yuhang's chubby face showed anger, and he stared at them: "Why did you give the meat to their family?"

Xiao Hong frowned in disapproval: "What are you talking about? We are all a family, and filial piety is what we should do!"

Even if Liu Meijuan scolded them for being stupid in her heart, she could only coax her son: "Listen to your elder sister, don't be naughty, we also eat meat at night."

But I also really want to try the craftsmanship of that surname Zhao.

Anyway, she thought in her heart that the lo mei made by herself tasted very good.

(End of this chapter)