Spring is coming

Chapter 50 Selling braised pork, business is bleak
After tasting it, Mo Jingchun felt that it was a little bland, but this was exactly the effect she wanted.

Just now while she was cooking the pig head, she invited Mo Qinglin, Gao Shi, and Mo He to taste the braised pork they bought from the town. Most of them were too salty. She thought it was because the stall owner was cooking the meat. Maybe you think the taste is just right, but after the braised meat is soaked in the braised soup and sold, it becomes salty over time.

So when she cooked it, it tasted a little bland, which was actually just right.

She took a clean knife and divided the bones into different parts. She cut the pig's ears into strips and put them in a pile. She chopped the tail and pig's trotters into small pieces. The other parts were also sliced ​​and arranged in piles.

The dismantled meat soon piled up into several hills, and only a skeleton of a dozen kilograms of pig head remained.

Adhering to the heart of not wasting, throw it into the stewed soup and simmer it, and it can also add flavor to the stewed soup.

Put the sorted pork heads into the big bowls I bought, add a spoonful of marinated soup to each of them, and then go to the vegetable garden to pick a dozen cucumbers, a dozen heads of garlic, and red peppers. When I bring them back, I burn some oil and mix the peppers with them. Chop the garlic, pour hot oil on it, cut the cucumber into pieces and mix, divide it into two portions, and add coriander leaves to one portion——

Some people are not used to the taste, so they divide it into two jars.

The braised pork and sauce were all prepared, and Mo Jingchun finally smiled.

She was busy intermittently from afternoon to evening. Before going to bed, she sealed everything to prevent it from falling into dust.

Mo He could clearly hear the banging sounds of Mo Jingchun working in the kitchen in Gao's house. She didn't understand: Is this how my mother gave money to Chun'er to play in Huo Huo?
Thinking in my heart, I looked at Mr. Gao several times with a look of hesitation but hesitation.

Mrs. Gao was impatient to hold everything in her heart like her, so she said while typing: "Just say what you have to say."

Mo He smiled quickly and said, "Mom, it's okay. What can I do?"

Gao exposed her: "I've already given three or four shots, why are you still in a daze?"

Mo He lowered his head and saw that it was indeed what Gao said.She lowered her head and hooked it for a while, then put down the silk thread in her hand and said nonchalantly: "Mom, can you earn back the money you gave Chun'er with so much money?"

Gao glanced at her: "Did you not eat the food cooked by your niece last night?"

"It's delicious, but" she murmured in her heart: Just because you cook delicious food doesn't mean you can make money!

Mrs. Gao saw what she was thinking, and did not tell her that most of the money in the family now was earned by Mo Jingchun. He just advised her not to think so much: "You are so young, why are you not as good as me?" How can you think so, old lady? Even if you can’t sell it, it won’t be a waste if you can take it home and eat it for a few days.”

Mo He stopped talking after hearing this, but he still felt disapproval in his heart.

Seeing her like that, Mrs. Gao let her go. Chun'er knew whether she could make money anyway, so she wouldn't bet all her fortune on it.

Early the next morning, before dawn, Mo Jingchun called Mo Qinglin to accompany her to the town.

Mo Qinglin pulled the cart and donkey borrowed from Mr. Liu, and Mo Jingchun carefully sat next to the braised pork to protect them from falling.

After walking to the town and paying the entrance fee, the two started looking for a place to set up a stall.

Finally, the two of them squeezed in next to a noodle stall. The owner of that noodle stall was a couple. Seeing that they were young and alone, they kindly made some space for them and tried to talk to each other: "Hey, little brother , you and your sister went out to sell things on your own? What were you selling? "

Mo Qinglin was helping Mo Jingchun tidy up, and replied with a grin: "Brother, this is my niece, I came with her!"

"Oh, oh, your niece," the stall owner and his wife looked at them carefully and praised, "You two are so sensible. Even if the adults in the family are busy, they will go out and set up the stall by themselves."

Mo Qinglin is cheerful and lively, and Mo Jingchun is delicate and well-behaved. Wherever they go, the elders have a good first impression of them.Mo Jingchun smiled softly and did not explain that it was her idea. Instead, she replied to the noodle stall owner's previous question: "We sell braised pork."

"Oh? Then you are back for the first time."

When the noodle stall owner heard what she was selling, he spoke so confidently.

"Why, brother, how do you know?" Mo Qinglin asked curiously.

"The most famous braised pork stall on our street is right there, No." The female stall owner who was busy boiling noodles answered him, "Almost no one buys the other ones, so there are originally seven or eight stalls on our street. There are only two or three braised pork stalls left."

Mo Jingchun and Mo Qinglin followed the female stall owner's flower head and looked over, and found that it was the shop she bought from yesterday. It was also a husband-and-wife team. The man was tall and thin, and the woman was of average height and round face. The two of them cooperated, one The one in the back cuts the meat and the other weighs the meat for the guests.

Mo Jingchun whispered: "Yesterday we ate the least salty one."

When she said this, Mo Qinglin remembered it. He let out a long "Oh" and said, "It's more delicious than other restaurants, but I think it's a bit bland and not as delicious as my niece's. "

"Uncle!" Mo Jingchun was so angry that he kicked him secretly.

Mo Qinglin didn't know how to keep his voice down. Although there were few diners at this time, it was heard by several nearby stall owners.

Everyone had eaten braised pork from that restaurant and thought it was delicious. They couldn't help but turn around to see who was so confident.

When I saw it turned out to be two and a half-year-old children, I laughed out loud and thought that Mo Qinglin's "arrogant talk" was really cute. Can the pork braised by two children compare to that of a stall that has been standing for more than ten years?

Mo Jingchun didn't believe it when he saw the smiles on their faces, and felt that it was normal in his heart. However, this kind of cooking cannot be won by taking a long time. The main thing is talent.

It's not that she is born with such confidence, but that Aunt Hu and her husband often praise her for having a good tongue and a good nose.

Good cooks are often gourmets. She knows the key to a certain dish as soon as she tastes it. No wonder she is confident in it.

Mo Jingchun's braised pork was neatly stacked in a large shallow bowl, and the sauce was placed beside it. The owner of the noodle stall felt strangely appetizing after seeing it, but he didn't know how it tasted.

The sun gradually rose, and as expected from the beginning, it was just as the stall owners thought. Most of the people who came to buy braised pork went to that old stall, and only a few people went to the other two braised pork stalls. .

But no one cares about them.

Some people are not willing to try and make mistakes when they see a new braised pork stall. When they see that the stall owner is so young, they subconsciously feel that it is not delicious and ignore them.

Mo Qinglin was impatient and became extremely anxious when he saw diners passing by him one after another without anyone stopping.

Mo Jingchun reminded him several times not to stand up and block the stall. After a while, he got up and walked to the front to look around - it was embarrassing for him to hawk.

Mo Jingchun sighed helplessly.

Then I heard a familiar voice above my head: "Little boss, how do you sell braised pork?"

(End of this chapter)