Traveling through the Eighth Five-Year Plan: Starting from selling fruit at a stall

When it comes to what goes best with a snowy day, Ling Yue's answer is hot pot.

A group of people sitting together, eating steaming hot pot and drinking some wine, is definitely much better than other food.

Not only lively, but also very atmospheric.

Ling Yue originally wanted to buy a chicken, but she thought it was too troublesome to kill the chicken, and it had to be plucked and burned. Now it is no better than later generations. As long as you give them money, they can clean it up for you. Just cook and eat at home.

She kept it simple, bought a tube bone to make broth, and planned to use the broth to make hot pot.

The soup made from the bones is also very fragrant. It's cold now, and you can still eat frozen soup tomorrow if you don't run out.

After thinking about what to eat, Ling Yue took Ling Xiaohua to the vegetable market and bought a bunch of vegetables, such as coriander, chrysanthemum chrysanthemum, fried tofu, yuba, vermicelli, mutton and so on.

I bought a little each of dried chili, fragrant leaves, star anise, grass fruit, cinnamon and other spices.

The first thing to do when you buy the materials is to do all kinds of busy work.

Vermicelli and bean curd sticks should be scalded with boiling water in advance to soften them.

The green leafy vegetables should be cleaned, and the bones are used to make the broth, so wash them and throw them into the pot for cooking.

If the mutton doesn't want to be smelly, it has to be boiled with white radish to absorb the smell, and then cut into thin slices after cooking.

If you want hot pot to taste delicious, you have to be willing to put oil.

Use oil to fry the aroma, star anise, grass fruit and other aromas, and then put a handful of dried chili to fry the red oil.

Onion, ginger, garlic, etc. must be indispensable.

When Ji Zhongqiu came to give the money, she just brought the boiled soup to the stove by the dining table.

Before Ji Zhongqiu entered the room, the voice came in first: "Hey, it's better to come by coincidence than to come here. What delicious food are you making today? Why is it so delicious?"

Ling Xiaohua said angrily: "Are you a dog? Why is your nose so good?"

She just put the pot on the stove, and the man came over after smelling it.

Ji Zhongqiu was not annoyed: "If you have to say that, then I can't help it. It just means that I have a good taste, and I catch up with you if you want to eat some delicious food secretly."

Ling Xiaohua didn't get angry with him, but made herself very angry.

After glaring at him fiercely, he went to the kitchen to take out the washed vegetables.

"Sit down, the meal is ready, do you want some drinks?" Ling Yue came over with the bowls and chopsticks and put them on the table, "If you want to drink, go buy wine by yourself."

Ji Zhongqiu stood up: "I eat so much, I have to drink two cups, brother-in-law, what do you drink?"

"I do not drink."

"Don't, I heard that the department store sells beer on tap. I'll go buy some and let everyone have a try."

Ling Yue was surprised, is the beer still in bulk?
In her memory, beer is all about the bottle, the beer, and the case.

This was the first time she had heard of draft beer.

"Sister, do you have a bucket here? I'll fetch one."

Ling Yue shook her head.

Wang Zhaoyang doesn't drink alcohol, and she doesn't drink either. There is no barrel to hold beer at home.

"No, you go and buy one, and you can drink it there before you finish drinking it."

Ji Zhongqiu immediately went to the department store to buy an empty 2.5 liter wine barrel, rinsed it with water, and then filled it with beer.

Ling Xiaohua had never had beer before, she stared at the beer in Ji Zhongqiu's bowl and became interested, and handed the bowl over: "Oh, give me a bowl too."

Ji Zhongqiu poured a bowl for each of the four of them, and just as he was about to pick up the bowl to drink from the wine barrel, Ling Xiaohua burped comfortably.

He looked over at her, and saw that she was holding an empty bowl, and he clicked his tongue: "I can't tell, Xiao Hua is so good at drinking, how about another bowl?"

"Okay."

Ling Xiaohua's face was not flushed, and she handed him the bowl naturally, but her face was full of disgust: "This wine is boring, it's like drinking water."

Ling Yue glared at her: "Okay, no matter how good the wine is, take it easy for me. I don't care about you when you're drunk."

Ling Xiaohua said indifferently: "You underestimate me too much. When I was drinking with He Zhigang before, they tried to get me drunk, but I put them all down."

Ling Yue said coldly: "Okay, it's not something glorious, there's nothing to show off."

After speaking, he took a sip, the beer could barely enter his throat, and compared with the bottled wine of later generations, the taste was much weaker, and it was really not strong.

Ling Xiaohua stuck out her tongue and protested dissatisfiedly: "I just want to say that I can drink, I really don't pay attention to this little wine."

"The more you talk, the more energetic you are!"

Ji Zhongqiu laughed heartlessly: "It's another day of scolding."

Ling Xiaohua stared at him: "Oh, can you punch?"

Ji Zhongqiu rolled up his sleeves: "Come on, whoever loses will drink!"

"Go crazy, you guys!" Ling Yue pressed Ling Xiaohua down, and asked Ji Zhongqiu to sit down, "Tongtong is here."

"Eat vegetables, eat vegetables!" Wang Zhaoyang hurriedly smoothed things over and asked Tongtong, "Tongtong, what do you want to eat, I'll pick it up for you."

"Noodles."

Ling Yue picked up a small bowl of vermicelli for Tongtong, and some sticks of bean curd sticks, "Tongtong, eat quickly, be careful of burning."

Just after Ji Zhongqiu drank two bowls of wine, someone knocked on the door outside: "Mid-Autumn Festival, are you in?"

Ji Zhongqiu put down the bowl and said doubtfully, "Yes, Zhonghua, what's the matter?"

As he spoke, he walked to the door and opened it.

As soon as the door was opened, a gust of cold wind came in.

Ji Zhongqiu welcomed the person in: "Come in quickly, it's freezing to death with such a strong wind."

Li Zhonghua squeezed in, patted the snow that fell on his shoulders, and grinned, "I knew you were here."

Wang Zhaoyang stood up and asked him, "Zhonghua, have you eaten yet?"

"Nope," Li Zhonghua glanced, "What are you eating here? It's the first time I've seen you eating together around the stove."

"Hot pot," Ling Yue said, "It's cold, so I just want to eat something warm. If you haven't eaten, let's have some together."

Before he could refuse, Ling Yue went to the backyard to get a set of bowls and chopsticks, "It just so happened that a pot of beer came for Mid-Autumn Festival, come and drink with him."

Li Zhonghua swept around the faces of everyone, and finally stayed on Ling Xiaohua's face for a few seconds, took the bowl and chopsticks handed over by Ling Yue, "Okay, I have only heard of hot pot, but I have never heard of it. I have eaten."

"Try this vermicelli, it's stewed just right."

Li Zhonghua sat down casually, took the vermicelli from Ling Yue: "Thank you!"

"You're welcome, if it wasn't for your help, we haven't had a chance to meet the director Ma yet. Thank you, and I'm the one to thank you."

"Don't say that, Zhongqiu and I are brothers, his affairs are my affairs, but my old man is too rigid, sometimes even I can't persuade him."

Speaking of Li Yushu, Li Zhonghua was also very helpless.

Seeing that it is almost time to retire, he is more motivated than a young man in his 20s.

Workers sometimes goof off and do foreign work, and he scolds them directly when he sees them.

Li Zhonghua persuaded him more than once, asking him to let go of his power properly, but he stared tiger-eyed and said imposingly: "That's not okay, this factory has been developed little by little, and I and it My feelings are deeper than yours."

Since the old man said this sentence, Li Zhonghua never mentioned it again.

"I think Uncle is a nice person and very enthusiastic." Ling Yue poured him a bowl of wine, "If he hadn't helped introduce him, how could Director Ma have asked us to go to the factory to get the off-the-shelf goods?"

She mentioned Weihuo again, and Li Zhonghua grinned and said: "Okay, sister, the old man has already seen it if Ming people don't talk dark words. You are not going for Weihuo. I am coming today, it is my home." What the old man meant."

He said mysteriously: "Uncle Ma will definitely take you to Warehouse No. [-] when the time comes. Don't want the clothes there. They are all clothes made several years ago, so they will definitely not be sold. If you want them, go to Warehouse No. [-]." No. Warehouse."