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Chapter 152: My first attempt at Buddha Jumping over the Wall
Chapter 151 The first time I tried to make Buddha jump over the wall
Dong Xiaoxiao's appearance surprised Yang Qingguo, Zhong Xingfei and Liang Ping.

The only ones who weren't surprised were Yang Xingyu and Yang Qingping, who was still unconscious.

Because Yang Qingping was still unconscious, Dong Xiaoxiao's visit this time was not interesting. After staying here for a while, Dong Xiaoxiao left.

Yang Xingyu waited for his father, aunt and others to arrive. Seeing that his third uncle was not in danger for the time being, he took Zhong Xingfei and left.

The task of taking care of the third uncle is temporarily handed over to the father, second uncle and others.

Liang Ping is still there too.

Moreover, the third uncle will obviously be hospitalized for a long time. He and Zhong Xingfei are in the city and can come to visit at any time.

On the motorcycle back to Yuwei Alley, Zhong Xingfei seemed very silent and didn't say a word along the way.

Yang Xingyu didn't say anything.

Return to your residence in Fishtail Alley.

Seeing that Zhong Xingfei was still taciturn, Yang Xingyu sat down on the edge of the bed and patted the seat next to him, "Xiao Fei! Come sit here!"

Zhong Xingfei glanced at him, walked over obediently, and sat down next to Yang Xingyu.

Yang Xingyu tilted his head and looked at him, "What are you thinking about?"

Zhong Xingfei shook his head and said dullly: "Cauldron, I didn't think about anything."

Yang Xingyu: "Then you are in a daze?"

Zhong Xingfei shook his head, was silent for a moment, and then whispered: "I hate myself for why I softened my heart today and why I donated blood to him. I should hate him! I should watch him die."

Yang Xingyu knew that the "he" in Zhong Xingfei's words referred to his father, Yang Qingping.

In recent years, Yang Qingping has been seriously absent from Zhong Xingfei's upbringing. Not only has he not shouldered the responsibility of raising him, but he is not guaranteed to visit Zhong Xingfei even once a year.

Therefore, Yang Xingyu can understand that Zhong Xingfei hates his father.

But today Zhong Xingfei volunteered to donate blood to his father, and now he seems to regret it.

Yang Xingyu can somewhat understand this kind of contradictory psychology.

At that moment, Yang Xingyu put his arm around Zhong Xingfei's shoulders, sighed and comforted: "Xiao Fei! He is your father after all. It is right for you to hate him. When you see his life in danger, it is normal to want to save him. After all, Blood is thicker than water!”

Zhong Xingfei lowered his head, covered his face with his hands, and said in a sullen voice: "I shouldn't have saved him! Cauldron! Why do I have such a father? What did I do wrong? Is it because of something I did in my previous life? ?”

Yang Xingyu patted his back comfortingly.

"You're not the one who's wrong! Don't look for reasons in yourself, it's your father who should examine himself!"

"And my mother! My mother has stopped caring about me a long time ago."

Zhong Xingfei added.

Zhong Xingfei's fate was so tragic that Yang Xingyu didn't know how to comfort him.

After thinking about it, Yang Xingyu said: "Xiao Fei, if the memory is not good enough, then don't always recall the past, cherish the present and look forward to the future, that's enough! Your parents don't care about you, don't you still have me!"

Zhong Xingfei raised his head and looked at Yang Xingyu. Just a moment ago when he covered his face with his hands, Zhong Xingfei's face was already covered with tears and his eyes were red.

"Cauldron, I wish you were my dad."

Zhong Xingfei suddenly said such a sentence, making Yang Xingyu dumbfounded.

Yang Xingyu stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from Zhong Xingfei's face, and said with a bitter smile: "You can pull me down! How much older am I than you? Am I so anxious about growing up?"

Zhong Xingfei smiled sheepishly.

Suddenly, the mobile phone on Yang Xingyu rang.

It was a message from Qi Meilan, asking about his third uncle. Yang Xingyu briefly talked about it, and Qi Meilan asked her if she wanted to come over and visit his third uncle?

Yang Xingyu thought it was unnecessary and gave her up the idea in a few words.

At the end of the chat, Yang Xingyu asked her parents when they would be free next day.
He planned to visit her parents as soon as possible.

Qi Meilan replied: "It's not urgent. I'll ask my parents later!"

……

In the afternoon, after preparing the goods for the evening, Yang Xingyu, who had nothing to do for the time being, went to the vegetable market and bought a traditional earthen pot, the kind with a big belly, a small mouth, and a lid.

After that, he bought some small abalone, chicken, old duck, cuttlefish, quail eggs and other ingredients.

He is planning to try out his own civilian version of Buddha Jumping Over the Wall starting today.

He currently has no funds to open another chain store featuring Buddha Jumping Over the Wall.

But he can continue to study Buddha's practice of jumping over the wall from today on.

He hopes to use as common and cheap ingredients as possible to create a special taste.

In the original time and space, he started several businesses and gained a lot of experience.

One of my insights is that if you can make a certain dish very distinctive, you can open a chain store with this as its main dish.

Once done, it is not difficult to make millions or tens of millions, not to mention getting rich.

He has seen many chefs with good cooking skills start their own businesses, but most of them ended in failure.

He helped analyze some of the reasons.

There is one commonality among them. He feels that those chefs who open stores do not have core competitiveness.

Maybe every dish in the store is of good quality.

But there isn't a single dish that surprises most customers.

To use a more fashionable saying, there are plateaus but no peaks.

In contrast, some small restaurants that specialize in a certain dish are quite successful.

For example: it specializes in pot stickers.

For example: one that specializes in dog meat or mutton.

and many more.

Because of this experience, Yang Xingyu prefers to study a certain main dish when doing business.

If you refine a specialty dish to a level that is difficult for your peers to imitate or surpass, it will become easy to make money.

Some people may say: Why not grind every dish to that level?It sounds reasonable at first glance.

If every dish is far superior to the level of the same industry, it will be difficult to do business.

However, human energy is limited.

It is not easy for a person to study a certain dish to that extent. Many chefs will not be able to study such a dish in their lifetime, let alone ten or twenty such dishes?
It’s better to know everything than to know everything.

This is his realization.

……

in the kitchen.

While Yang Xingyu was washing the earthen pots in the sink, Zhong Xingfei, who was practicing his knife skills on the chopping board, asked out of curiosity: "Big pot, are you preparing salty (local pronunciation: han) vegetables?"

The locals are indeed accustomed to using this kind of clay pot with a big belly and a small mouth for pickling pickles.

In fact, there is a very small clay pot in the local area that is specially used for simmering vegetables.

When Yang Xingyu was a child, his mother would occasionally stew a pot of vegetables.

The ingredients are very simple, usually pig skin and soybeans.

The method is also simple. After dinner, cover the earthen jar with pig skins, soybeans and water and put it into the stove. There should be plant ashes that have not been completely extinguished in the stove.

After the earthen pot is put in, a thick layer of rice husks or sawdust is piled on top of the ashes that have not been completely extinguished.

Simmer overnight, and the next morning, take the earthen pot out of the stove and open the lid, and a strong aroma will waft out.

The pig skin and soybeans in the earthen pot will be simmered until they become mushy and melt in your mouth. The pig skin will tremble like jelly when held between chopsticks, but it is even tenderer than jelly.

In their hometown, when Yang Xingyu was young, the more toothless the old people were, the more they liked to use earthen pots to cook food like this.

However, Yang Xingyu is now studying Buddha Jumping over the Wall in order to open a store and do business.

Therefore, he cannot use the small crock pot specially used for simmering vegetables.

Otherwise, the efficiency of serving food will be too low, the small crock pot can hold too little at one time, and the efficiency will be too low.

He wanted to try a larger pot first and simmer more at a time.

Looking back, he will also try a small crock pot like that.

I also plan to try the Buddha Jumping Over the Wall method from Pengcheng, using a steam stove and a small porcelain cup to steam it.

He wants to try and compare various methods and finally choose one that is effective and low-cost.

"no!"

Yang Xingyu replied casually.

Zhong Xingfei: "Then why did you buy such a big jar?"

Yang Xingyu: "Guess!"

Zhong Xingfei: "If it's not pickled pickles...then it's filled with water chilies?"

Yang Xingyu: "Guess again!"

Zhong Xingfei: "Duck eggs soaked in salt?"

Yang Xingyu: "No! Guess again!"

……

He wasn't busy anyway, so Yang Xingyu was entertaining his cousin while doing things.

Pour the washed ingredients into the earthen pot one by one, and finally add some water, add an appropriate amount of salt, MSG, chicken essence, and some spices, then cover it with a bought dried lotus leaf, and finally cover it. cover.

After the lid was closed, he went to the yard to get some mud.

Add water to the mud, and after mixing, seal the lid of the earthen jar completely.

He couldn't imitate his mother's way of simmering vegetables when he was a child.

But he has a coal stove and an oven here.

The coal stove is open 24 hours a day.

Yang Xingyu put the coal stove into the oven, placed the earthen pot on the coal stove, and slightly expanded the damper of the coal stove to ensure that the fire temperature of the coal stove rose a little, but not too much, otherwise it would not be Simmer rather than boil.

It’s been a long wait to do this.

You won’t be able to eat it during dinner time anyway.

At dinner time, when Fang Jiahui, Song Xiaoqiang and others came back to eat together, no one even smelled a trace of the aroma from the earthen pot.

No one noticed that there was still something simmering in the oven at this time.

It's around 8 o'clock at night.

When Yang Xingyu was chatting with Zhen Xin through text messages, he didn't know what his motivation was, but he suddenly said to Zhen Xin: "Are you free to come to my place tomorrow morning? I have something good for you to taste!"

Zhen Xin: "What good thing? It doesn't belong to you, does it?"

When chatting about information, Zhen Xin occasionally appears bolder.

Yang Xingyu: "Don't be so dirty! Please keep your goddess look, okay? Don't ruin your image in my heart."

Zhen Xin: "Then what do you want me to taste?"

Yang Xingyu: "Just tell me if you can come over tomorrow morning!"

Zhen Xin: "Is it delicious?"

Yang Xingyu: "I don't know. It's my first time trying it today. I'm not sure how it tastes, but it should be good."

Zhen Xin: "Did you make it today? Why won't you give it to me until tomorrow morning? Can't I come over now?"

Yang Xingyu: "It's not ready yet. It won't be ready until tomorrow morning."

Zhen Xin: "What dish takes so long? Did you stew a dragon?"

Yang Xingyu: "You will know when you come tomorrow morning. Now that I have told you, you will have no sense of expectation!"

Zhen Xin: "You're not a novelist, so what kind of expectations do you have?"

(End of this chapter)