Dressed like a loser and went to raise a baby

Chapter 641 Advice
As long as one ingredient appears, hard-working and creative people can create a hundred ways to eat it.

This is obviously true. For example, these ingredients that can be used for hot pot are tied into skewers and cooked in a pot of spicy soup. When guests come, they pick one or several skewers and eat them directly. The way to eat Chuan Chuan Xiang was thought up by the people of Yuanzhou.

Although Leng Luoyue brought chili and hot pot to the world, she did not bring the way to eat Chuan Chuan Xiang.

"How do you sell this Chuan Chuan Xiang?" Leng Luoyue stood in front of the steaming cauldron and asked the stall owner behind.

The stall owner is a neat woman who has her whole head covered with a scarf, and her sleeves are tied with loops, exposing half of her arms.

Hearing Leng Luoyue's question, she was startled at first, then smiled and said: "My name is Spicy Chuan, I figured it out myself, but after listening to the three words Chuan Chuan Xiang mentioned by the young master today, I think it is more appropriate to call it Chuan Chuan Xiang. "

This bunch is so fragrant to me, isn't it that all the bunches are fragrant?

Leng Luoyue glanced at the stall owner, but she didn't expect that she had figured out this way of eating by herself. She felt that she was a very thoughtful person.

"Then you can call it Chuan Chuan Xiang from now on."

"Okay." The stall owner said with a cheerful smile, "Today the young master gave me a good name for these boiled skewers. The young master and his wife can just pick what they want to eat and I will treat them."

The stall owner mistook Ayan for Leng Luoyue's wife.

Ayan glanced at Leng Luoyue and was about to explain, but heard her say: "Then I'm not welcome." Then she smiled and didn't intend to explain.

"You're welcome, pick more." The stall owner said very generously, "The table next to you is empty. If you pick, I will put it in the bowl for you, pour some soup, and sprinkle some chopped green onion. It will taste better and be more convenient to eat. "

Seeing that she was not pretending to be generous, Leng Luoyue was not polite and said while picking things up: "Actually, you can also sell some staple food such as noodles and vermicelli, put them in a fishnet and boil them in this soup pot, and then brush them with some With the skewers inside, people can have a full meal directly at your stall, and you can sell it day and night."

When she was studying, this was how the skewers were sold at the school entrance. Blanched with sweet potato starch or potato starch, and then brushed with a few skewers, you could have a full meal.

If the staple food is not sold, people who come to eat will definitely not come here to fill their stomachs. After all, if you rely on skewers to fill your stomach, you will not be full if you don’t eat dozens of skewers.Then I would just buy a few skewers to taste them, satisfy my craving and then leave. Naturally, I wouldn’t make much money by selling them as staple food.

The stall owner's eyes lit up and he said loudly: "Why didn't I think of that! My vegetarian skewers cost one penny and two skewers, and the meat ones cost one penny. If you come here to eat, you can either buy two skewers of vegetarian skewers for one penny. Or just buy one skewer of meat and two skewers of vegetarian food. Because it’s rare to be full, so I just treat them as snacks to satisfy my craving.”

"As you said, sir, hot noodles and hot noodles are sold with skewers, and customers can come to my stall for a full meal."

"That's right." Leng Luoyue nodded with a smile, "Don't you also produce potatoes in Yuanzhou? The flour from potatoes can be made into potato flour. You can also use potato flour to make staple food. The potato flour is boiled in a spicy pot. It tastes really good when you suck up the soup.”

"My father-in-law and mother-in-law planted several acres of potatoes in the village, and the government also talked about how to make potato flour, so I used the potatoes at home to make potato flour to try." Maybe it can really change her business, although she is now The business is not bad, but not great either.

Ayan looked at Leng Luoyue who was carefully choosing skewers with an expression of admiration. She felt that she was really good. She could give good suggestions to others when buying food from the stall.

Leng Luoyue picked about twenty skewers, and the stall owner neatly poured them into a big bowl, filled the bowl, scooped out a spoonful of soup, sprinkled a handful of chopped green onions, and personally brought the bowl to the table.

Another person came to buy skewers. The stall owner looked at Leng Luoyue and said, "Master and madam, you eat slowly. If you don't have enough, just talk and I will get it for you directly."

"Thank you." Ayan nodded in thanks.

The stall owner went to greet the customers, and the one who came to buy skewers was a young man. He took out a penny, picked two plain skewers, and ate them directly in front of the stall.Leng Luoyue took out two pairs of chopsticks from the bamboo tube on the table, held one pair for herself and gave the other pair to Ayan.

"What about me?" Xiaomaoer, who was sitting on a stool with her mother, raised her little face and looked at her mother and asked.

Leng Luoyue said: "The table is too high for you to hold. Mother will feed you to prevent you from burning yourself."

The little cat nodded. He thought his mother didn't want to feed him!

"What's the difference between this skewered incense and the hot pot we eat?" Leng Luoyue looked at Ayan and said with a smile.

Ayan nodded, picked up a piece of potato with her chopsticks, and ate it. The soft boiled potato was completely flavorful, full of spiciness, and also had the taste of other spices. Although the taste was not as good as the hot pot they ate in the mountains, it was still good. food.

"It's delicious." Ayan said after chewing the potatoes and swallowing them.

Leng Luoyue was feeding potatoes to the kitten. When she heard this, she asked, "What's better than the hot pot we eat?"

Ayan glanced at the stall owner and saw that the stall owner was bringing skewers to others, so she said: "It tastes worse, not as rich as the hot pot we eat."

After Leng Luoyue fed the kitten, she took a piece of lotus root to eat. It was indeed not as delicious as the hot pot she ate, and it wasn't as fragrant, but if she could make it with her own ingredients, it would be pretty good.

A bowl of skewers, two adults and one small ate it in about a quarter of an hour.

Leng Luoyue walked to the stall with Mao Mao'er and Ayan. When the stall owner saw that they were leaving, he quickly asked enthusiastically: "Have you eaten all? Do you want some more?"

"Eat it, no more. Did you fry this ingredient yourself?" Leng Luoyue looked at the stall owner and asked.

The stall owner smiled and nodded, "It took me more than half a month to come up with the flavor."

Leng Luoyue looked at her and said, "The Chuan Chuan Xiang of yours still tastes good, but if you add a few grass fruits when stir-frying, it should taste even better."

"Grass fruit?" The stall owner looked puzzled. This was the first time she heard this thing.

Leng Luoyue nodded, "Caoguo is a traditional Chinese medicine, but it can also be used as a spice. You should be able to buy it in drug stores."

"I made a note of it and will buy it tomorrow to try. Thank you very much, sir." The stall owner expressed his sincere thanks.

Leng Luoyue nodded with a smile and said, "Let's go." Then she turned around and left.

Ayan nodded to the stall owner and bent her knees, while Xiaomaoer waved and said, "Goodbye, sister."

"...Goodbye." The stall owner also waved hurriedly, and her face became even redder due to the heat. She was already a mature woman, and she was called sister by a little girl who looked only four or five years old. , I feel so embarrassed.

The stall owner watched the three people disappear into the sea of ​​people, then went to collect the bowls on the table. As soon as he picked up the bowls, he saw a piece of silver placed under the bowls.

(End of this chapter)