After the separation, my wardrobe is modern

Chapter 19
"Uncle knows pepper?"

Lin Xiaoman checked on the Internet that when chili was first introduced from abroad, it was called Fanjiao, but she didn't expect that someone here would recognize Fanjiao.

The man smiled, "I'm the steamed bun seller across from you. My surname is Jiao. When I was young, I worked on a merchant ship and traveled all over the world. I saw pepper in a small country far away. However, pepper is pungent and pungent. It hurts, but I'm not used to eating it, I just don't know what kind of delicious food the little shopkeeper can make."

Lin Xiaoman smiled mysteriously at him, "Uncle Jiao, wait a minute, it will definitely make Uncle Jiao's meal unforgettable!"

Uncle Jiao nodded with a smile, "Okay, then I'm going to try the little shopkeeper's craft."

Someone nearby laughed, "How old are you, little girl? Even if you learned cooking from your mother's womb, how can you still be comparable to a chef in a restaurant? Don't talk big!"

Lin Erhu glared at the man angrily, but Lin Xiaoman didn't care, and quickly took out the blanched chicken nuggets, put them in a large basin to wash away the blood foam, and then took them out to drain.Then blanch the mushrooms that were brought out.

Taking out the lard can, Lin Xiaoman dug a few tablespoons full.

The white fat melted at the bottom of the pot, and someone swallowed, "The little shopkeeper dares to put so much lard, can the fried chicken not be delicious?"

"Hey, I hope that Laoshizi pepper doesn't ruin a good chicken and lard."

"Little shopkeeper, why don't you just sell fried chicken and don't add any pepper?"

"That's right, with so much oil, I don't need to make it spicy."

Lin Xiaoman didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Uncle, what I cook is hot pot chicken with a spicy taste, so there's nothing special about stir-fried chicken like this."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the pot and poured about two bags of hot pot base ingredients into the cauldron. People here have never eaten chili, and they are afraid that it will be too spicy. A lot of it.

If you encounter spicy food in the future, you can also add a little more spicy base.

After adding the onion, ginger and garlic and sautéing until fragrant, stir-fry the blanched mushrooms, then pour in the chicken pieces and stir-fry together. After all the chicken pieces are coated with spicy oil, add a lot of water and cook together.

The spicy and spicy smell wafted away, causing everyone around the audience to sneeze.

The smell was so overbearing, it made people feel a little uncomfortable, and everyone began to doubt whether those chickens could still be eaten.

But after sneezing, I felt that the smell was irritating, but it had an indescribable fragrance, and my mouth even secreted saliva.

It was almost noon at this time, and the choking smell wafted through most of the street. Many people came to inquire after smelling the smell. Hearing Lin Xiaoman said that the chicken would be stewed for another hour, some left disappointed, and some stayed and wanted to taste it. fresh.

Lin Xiaoman and Lin Erhu moved out the tables and stools from the shop, and put a piece of wood bought from a carpenter's shop on each table.

Immediately, someone sat down at the table and waited, and the most eye-catching one was a young man in a green shirt who was dressed luxuriously.

This man looked to be around twenty, with a slender figure and extremely handsome appearance, but his face was frighteningly cold.Lin Xiaoman took a look and turned his face away, always feeling that if he looked at it for a while, this person was about to start swearing.

Sitting next to him was a boy dressed as a book boy, sixteen or seventeen years old, but his appearance was too rough, and he was also a rough man. He was called a book boy, but he was more like a guard.

Someone nearby kept asking when the chicken would be ready. Lin Xiaoman also felt that the chicken here was too old, and it wouldn't be able to chew if it wasn't stewed for an hour.

Moreover, a chicken costs 30 yuan, which is not as good as the white striped chicken at [-] yuan.How about going there every day to buy chicken and come back to make it?

When the chicken was almost out of the pot, Lin Xiaoman asked Lin Erhu to burn some charcoal in the ceramic stove and put it on the wooden board.She stewed a pot of radishes in a small clay pot.

When the radish was ripe, Lin Xiaoman took out a bowl and put it on the table, and asked Lin Erhu to hand out bamboo sticks beside him.

The first person who took the bamboo stick stuck a piece of radish into his mouth, immediately looked weird, and then fanned his mouth violently with his hand, making a huffing sound from his mouth, "It hurts! This thing hurts." Stab your mouth!"

The person next to him also stuck a piece of radish with a bamboo stick, neither eating nor putting it down.When he was hesitating whether to turn around and leave, he saw that the man fanned him for a while, then pricked a piece of radish into his mouth with the bamboo stick in his hand, and ate it into his mouth. ?”

Lin Xiaoman took out a washed earthenware pot, filled a pot of chicken nuggets with mushrooms, and added some soup to it. The dishes can be cooked and eaten casually.”

From the looks of everyone, one pot is only a quarter of a chicken, and the amount of mushrooms is not a lot. It is expensive, and it is barely enough for one person, but it is very satisfying to eat whatever you want for ten yuan per person. Heartbroken.

The person who tried it first hesitated for a moment, "Small shopkeeper, don't eat chicken, can you only eat vegetables? Your radish tastes better than meat."

Lin Xiaoman thought for a while, "Success is a success, but there will be an additional five cents for charcoal fire."

The man immediately took out fifteen Wen and put it on the table, "I only eat vegetables."

Lin Xiaoman filled a pot of soup for him, put it on the earthenware stove, and handed him a large bowl, "Pick whatever dishes the guests want, and add more after eating."

The man picked up the bowl and picked up a few pieces of tofu first, then picked up some radishes, poured them into the pot, then came over to pick up a bowl of cabbage, and then sat at the table and waited for the vegetables to be cooked in the pot.

The people next to me saw it, and some people followed suit and spent fifteen yuan to eat a vegetable pot.

After hearing Lin Xiaoman say that a small bowl of chicken costs only [-] renminbi, someone bought a vegetable pot for [-] renminbi, and then bought a small bowl of chicken for [-] renminbi and poured it into the pot.

Lin Xiaoman didn't expect to be flexible like this, so he praised this man's wit.

When the chicken was eaten, the man's tongue was numb from the heat.

"It hurts, it's numb, it's hot."

But even so, the chicken in his mouth was not willing to spit it out. Instead, he chewed a few mouthfuls quickly before swallowing it, and then put another piece of chicken into his mouth, hissing, "It's so delicious!"

Seeing this person's reaction, those who were still watching also ordered a vegetable pot and a bowl of chicken.

There are also several people who jointly order a chicken pot, and each pays ten yuan for vegetables.

Even the person who bought the vegetable pot at the beginning also came over and bought a bowl of chicken and poured it into the vegetable pot. After eating it, he praised it, "Meat is still better than vegetables!"

The cold-faced young man in green shirt asked his school boy to come over and buy two servings of chicken pot and two servings of vegetables, one serving for each master and servant.

Lin Xiaoman and Lin Erhu only prepared ten pottery stoves. Some people were still waiting for a table of guests to finish eating, while others just bought a bowl of chicken to eat.

Uncle Jiao from the steamed bun shop also wanted to come over to eat a pot. When he came over, he heard Lin Xiaoman say, "Uncle Jiao, I don't have any steamed buns at home, so go get some steamed buns and sell them."

Uncle Jiao didn't expect to get business here, so he happily ran back to get the steamed buns, and steamed some steamed buns with his busy son in the shop, but forgot to eat hot pot chicken In the back of my mind.

A large pot of chicken had already sold out by now, and the table of Mr. Qingshan ordered two more chicken pots. Lin Xiaoman added a lot of chicken to their pots, and also saved them the money for food. .

The book boy thanked him, and went back to talk to Mr. Qingshan, who looked towards Lin Xiaoman.

I don't know if it's because of the delicious food, but the young man in blue shirt's face is not so cold anymore, but his face, which was as white as jade before, was flushed red from the heat, his eyes were still full of moisture, and sweat ran down his cheeks and chin drip.

It can be seen that this person loves spicy food, but he is not good at it.

(End of this chapter)