Spring is coming

Xiangqinghuan's business is booming, and several restaurants in the nearby streets will inevitably lose their business.

Although at the beginning of the planning, Mo Jingchun had deliberately avoided the possibility of competing with restaurants on the same street. But there are only so many residents around. If a certain store opens and does good business and attracts more people, the business of other stores will inevitably deteriorate.

Everyone is open to do business, so how can there be any reason to push out the business that comes to your door? Therefore, there was a long queue at the entrance of Xiangqinghuan here, and the other restaurants there were quite deserted, which aroused the dissatisfaction of several shopkeepers.

The guests who came in the evening were really in for a treat. As luck would have it, there was an extra dish of fried sparrow on the menu compared to the lunch menu, which was given as a gift. The quantity is so small and rare that only the first ten guests at the table can eat it.

Fried sparrows are known as "the most fragrant in the world". Fresh sparrows are marinated in wine, then seasoned with ginger slices, star anise, cloves and cinnamon and fried slowly in a pan over low heat. It's crispy in the mouth and becomes more and more delicious the more you chew it, even the bones are crispy.

Unfortunately, there was too little, and there was only one per table. Some diners were still unsatisfied with their food, especially Yin Zhengren, who ran to the small opening in front of the counter to ask Mo Jingchun if there was any extra, and he would pay for another one separately. .

It can be seen that these people are used to her often having some novel snacks that are not sold to the outside world.

The reason why we don’t sell it outside is actually because it’s troublesome to do.

Just like a small sparrow, it takes a long time to pick its feathers. Today, there were only about [-] sparrows, which took the three of them to pick for almost an hour. If they were to be made into dishes and served on the table, they would have to be hundreds at least.

Let’s not talk about cooking time, where can we catch so many sparrows?

Mo Jingchun was still holding the serving board in his hands. His slender hair was gently gathered up, and a naughty strand ran out and hung down on her cheek.

Hearing this, she helplessly raised the corners of her lips and said, "No more. Many guests have asked about it just now, but we only have this much today."

"Is Shopkeeper Mo trying to trick me?" sharp-eyed Yin Zhengren called out, but he discovered a plate of sparrows she had hidden.

"Shh!" Mo Ying quickly pulled him aside, raised a finger to his mouth, and whispered, "Stop talking, this plate was left for us by Chun'er!"

"Oh oh oh." He immediately fell silent and said obediently, "Then I won't tell you."

Then he asked curiously: "A vegetable farmer caught sparrows today and sold them? Where did they buy them? Yin might as well buy a few and ask the cook at home to cook them for my wife to try."

"I'm afraid I can't buy it, Mr. Yin." Mo Ying, who was usually careless, now had a cunning look on her face with a hint of shyness, "Someone sent this."

The other party was very unaccustomed and trembled all over: "!! Just give it away. What is Miss Mo Ying doing with such a lost expression?!"

Hearing this, the shyness on her face disappeared. Mo Ying turned away angrily and rolled her eyes: "Young Master Yin, you better not come near the kitchen, or you may be covered in oil and cause big blisters."

What he was about to say, he choked back when he thought about how, at his age, he was still arguing with a teenage girl.

"Ouch...Ouch..."

There seemed to be a noise in the front, and the expressions of the people who were still joking changed. Mo Jingchun also put aside his work and came out to check the situation.

A table of guests had just picked up a few chopsticks of food when they suddenly fell to the ground, clutching their stomachs and wailing.

"My stomach... hurts..."

One of the young men looked pale and huddled on the ground, with big beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

"Isn't this Brother He behind my house? What's wrong with you?"

Another table of diners recognized this man as someone who lived nearby.

"I don't know! Ouch, Ouch, Brother Chen... I, my stomach hurts, it hurts so much... Call the doctor for me quickly!"

"Quick! Call the doctor!"

Mo Ying panicked for a moment. The diner surnamed Chen who was the first to recognize diner He volunteered to run to the doctor. The rest of the crowd was organized by Yin Zhengren to disperse, leaving a place for them.

The man on the ground wanted to reach out and grab the other person's trouser leg, but Yin Zhengren pushed him away. His embarrassed hands were scratching everywhere on the ground, which looked particularly pitiful. "Hey, I'm sorry, dear friend!"

Yin Zhengren scratched his head and apologized.

Mo Jingchun initially scanned the rest of the diners in the store and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that there was nothing strange about the others.

As long as they are alone, it has nothing to do with their own meals.

Bo Qingshan and Fang Dawei walked in and saw such a panic and slightly funny scene.

"Brother Dawei!"

"Sister Ying! Sister Jingchun!"

"What's going on here?"

Four pairs of eyes looked at each other.

Mo Jingchun took two steps forward and told Bo Qingshan and Bo Qingshan what had just happened.

"So, does this guest have an old illness?"

"Me? Ouch...no...I've never been sick!"

He suddenly became louder.

A weak voice in the crowd asked: "Then why do you suddenly have abdominal pain that doesn't stop? Is it because the food you eat is not clean?"

Among the crowd, I don’t know who said this, but now some people are worried about themselves: "Huh? No way?"

"Ouch! When you say that, I seem to have a stomachache..."

Suddenly, a woman also fell down, clutching her stomach. Her companion, a younger woman, supported her nervously: "Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, what's wrong with you?"

The crowd dispersed in a coaxing manner, and they all started to panic: "Shopkeeper Mo, what's going on here? You have to give us an explanation!"

"That's not right. If the food is not clean, then why are you okay and only your sister-in-law?"

There were also some clear-minded people who did not follow the majority of people in questioning Mo Jingchun, but turned around and asked the woman's companions.

The young woman bit her lower lip, uneasy: "No, I don't know!"

The man didn't tell her to pretend to be in pain, didn't know anyone would notice her, and didn't tell her what to say!
After the atmosphere was tense for a while, the fallen elderly woman squeezed her hand and coughed twice: "Que'er..."

"Oh, yes, yes! It's the fried sparrow! I didn't eat it, so my sister-in-law ate it. I think there's something wrong with that sparrow!"

"Yes, yes...we also ate that sparrow..."

The two people who fell first also joined in.

Everyone stared at her with suspicion and evil eyes, waiting for her to give an explanation.

If it weren't for the sparrows that Mo Jingchun cooked by herself, knowing that they were lively pecking at corn kernels two hours before they were served on the table, she would have truly believed in these people's acting skills.

Her eyes darkened, but when faced with the questions and doubts from the crowd, she was not disappointed, nor was she eager to prove herself. Instead, she threw the question back: "My eldest brother from the same village caught these sparrows with his own hands, and they are all given to everyone as feedback." It’s fun for us to eat it ourselves. It’s not worth a lot of money, so why should I destroy my own sign?” (End of Chapter)