The cook is very busy

Chapter 13 Sold Out

The next day, Jia Shouwang and Mrs. Zhao packed up and rushed to town.

Different from the calmness in the past, Ziqing waited anxiously at home, success or failure depends on what happened.

In fact, Jia Shouwang didn't agree so happily last night, Ziqing had thought of this a long time ago.

Her father was an old farmer with a broken heart, and he was afraid that the people in the town would not get used to it, so he smashed his few remaining signboards.

Secondly, the business has been unsuccessful recently, and the family is living a tight life, so he is not willing to spend an extra penny.

The pancakes she makes need to be filled with five-spice powder and oil residue, which doesn't cost money to buy.

And unlike the scallion pancakes he made, everything is ready-made. There is lard paste in the stove, and their family has to eat it. It’s okay to buy too much.

There are shallots in the field, if you want to eat some, you can just grab some by yourself, and you don't need to spend money.

Fortunately, Mrs. Zhao was on the sidelines to help talk last night, and the mother and daughter finally got Jia Shouwang to nod.

Although Mrs. Zhao said that Jia Shouwang was always under pressure at ordinary times, she still had to look at him when it was time to make big decisions. Only when the pillar of the family agreed, she dared to work hard.

But Jia Shouwang also said, he will get some first, if they are all sold out, then he will do so, if they are not sold out, he will tell Ziqing not to bother.

Take care of yourself early and marry a good family is the most important thing.

Naturally, Ziqing didn't take his words to heart, and this morning he just chopped up the leftover oil and shallots and mixed them well.

But looking at it was not enough to buy a noon, she went to Mrs. Zhang to ask for some.

It's just that Zhang Shi is so serious that she almost blows the oil residue into slag, and she dare not mix in that black pile.

Jia Shouwang didn't know why the girl had to get up early to work, and the oily shallots would be messed with by the old woman when they arrived in town.

Mrs. Zhao slapped Jia Shouwang angrily, and angrily said to him, saying that the daughter loves them and the old couple, so they get up early and work hard, but he is fine, and his mouth is full of sarcastic remarks.

The old couple walked out just like you and me.

Finally, in the afternoon, Ziqing stayed at home fidgeting, unable to calm down when doing anything. He wanted to know if his parents had returned, and was afraid of seeing the old couple when he went out.

If it comes back at this point, doesn't it mean that the deal hasn't been done yet.

Ziqing walked back and forth in the yard several times, and finally decided to go back to the house and take out the sample embroidery that Mrs. Zhao taught her a few days ago to practice her hands, so as to pass the time.

But at this moment, her parents' voices came from outside, Ziqing rushed to the door, and the old couple came in with pots and oil cans after arguing.

Today, the old couple are bickering in the dialect of Yugou Village, and they are saying that the public is right and the wife is right.

Ziqing couldn't understand anything, and couldn't speak for a while, so he had to help his parents move the bag of noodles from the car to the yard.

However, as soon as the noodle bag was in his hands, Ziqing's heart sank. After it was over, the amount was not small at all, and it was heavier than when he helped her father move the car in the morning!

This time, Ziqing could more or less hear the reason for the quarrel between the old couple. It seemed that her father was complaining about her mother, saying that she should not listen to her, and cooperating together wasted a lot of money.

Isn't this just talking about the early afternoon?

She was extremely disappointed, just like the eggplant beaten by Shuang, it seems that everyone still has a hard time saying it, and the pancakes she baked are not rare for everyone.

Jia Shouwang chatted with Mrs. Zhao from the door to the yard, and there was no intention of stopping. Ziqing hurried forward to persuade him, not caring about his petty emotions.

"Father and mother, stop arguing, I'm all blaming this matter today..."

"I'm blaming your mother for this matter today. I made an agreement with Zhu Laojiu that eight cents a catty would cover all his oil boards. Your mother insists on that piece of fat meat, so it's twelve cents a catty. Money, co-authoring is four pennies short, and eight catties is short 32 pennies..."

"What are you blaming me for, what are you talking about, old mouth, did you let the lard blindfold you or let the lard plug your ears? Didn't you hear me bargaining with Zhu Laojiu at that time? The pennies are a catty, and the difference of two pennies per catty will make you feel bad!"

Jia Shouwang yelled at Mrs. Zhao, curled his lips embarrassingly, but then he thought, it's two pennies a catty, and ten pennies if you don't pay back eight catties!
Ziqing listened in a daze, before she finished her words just now, her parents started arguing again, and there was no reason for the quarrel?

She hurriedly interrupted the two elders to ask in confusion, isn't it impossible to buy and sell, why are you still selling so much meat?
Jia Shouwang looked at his daughter, pursed his old lips and walked into the main room, as if he didn't want to say much.

Mrs. Zhao muttered a few words to his back, then grabbed Ziqing, turned a smiling face and told her that this morning's pancakes are a big seller!

Ziqing was stunned for a moment, and then he didn't believe it. Since it was a big seller, why the bag of noodles was still heavy, and there was no shortage of weight.

"Isn't there a few catties of meat in that bag, girl, do you know that today I set up a stall with your father, and in just a short time at noon, I sold a whole hand of pancakes!"

Ziqing looked at her mother's hand stretched out in front of him, "Five?!"

Mrs. Zhao clicked her tongue, "Five, it's fifty! Let me tell you, if it weren't for the fact that our family's oil residue stuffing is not available, there will still be people who want to buy it later!"

Ziqing opened his eyes wide, "Fifty... Really!"

Zhao shi was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear, she nodded in response, and said to Ziqing again.

"This afternoon, my mother is just following what you said. Roll out the pancakes and set them aside, and then bake them in the pan at meal time. Your father bought a big cattail fan and fanned them at the side. But it’s grown up, and your father is still yelling oil cakes and so on, which only lures those people.”

When Ziqing heard this, she burst into a hearty smile. She went to her father's stall to take a peek at her father's stall the day before she was on her way to town, and compared it with other people's food.

Although she didn't like it and didn't know how it tasted, the stoves and pots in those small stalls kept burning, the firewood crackled, the pots pricked and oil splashed, and there was a lot of movement. Very eye-catching.

However, her father's stall was deserted, and there were not many people there. Her father and mother did not dare to put the pancakes in advance, and only rolled them out when people asked for them.

There are one or two pancakes lying on the pot, what kind of smell can there be, and those who pass by look at it and go elsewhere.

"Mother, don't we have fifty pennies in our pockets today?" The pancakes in their family are all pennies each, and if they sell fifty at noon, that's fifty pennies.

"Where, this number!" Mrs. Zhao said sternly, tied her arms together, stretched out a finger in one hand, and pressed the other hand together, opened and clenched into a fist, happy again Said, "Your father, that old fritter, saw that there were too many people coming to scoop pancakes, and one of them was charged two pennies higher."

"This... can this be done?" Ziqing felt that it was unnecessary to ask herself when she said it. If it didn't work out, why would her mother be so happy.

"Why can't it be done? What's the matter, there are oil residues in our pancakes, and if you call it high, you will call it high, and no one does this. Everyone is willing to pay for it if they try something new."

Ziqing took a look at the main room, "Then why did my father ignore me with a sullen face just now?"

Mrs. Zhao followed and her daughter stared into the room, and waved her hand, "Don't pay attention to him, he has a bad taste in his heart, he has baked pancakes by himself for seven or eight years, he is not as good as you little girl!"

Jia Shouwang came out with the cigarette stick in hand, and yelled at his mother-in-law uncomfortably, "Old lady, what are you doing to me in front of my daughter!"

Mrs. Zhao said angrily, "What can I arrange for you, isn't that a compliment to you?"

Jia Shouwang curled his lips, snorted and went back to the house.

The mother and daughter were secretly having fun outside, Ziqing laughed and asked again, "Mom, what did you and dad just argue about?"

Mentioning this, Mrs. Zhao became angry again, "Your father has shallow eyelids, seeing that the business is done now, and the stuffing is not enough to sell, so he ran all the way to talk to Zhu Laojiu... this pig Lao Jiu is a butcher in the town, your father went to his place to buy oil residue from oil refining, but I remember that what you used was oil residue refined from fat fat, and you said it was more fragrant..."

"I stopped your father from buying it, and bought a few catties of fat meat at a bargain price with that old pig. Now it's all right. Your father has been nagging, nagging, nagging, talking about my money all the way. It’s annoying to put too much on your body, so you have to spend more money! Do you think your father will attract suspicion!”

Ziqing smiled, and only told her mother that her father wants to save face outside, so she should not always refute his face, can she talk around the corner, or call her father aside and tell her father, Do you want to accommodate?

Zhao frowned, and said disapprovingly, "I have accommodated him, who will accommodate me!"

Moreover, Mrs. Zhao's tone was not so aggressive, and she asked Ziqing to come over to help her, and first she would burn the few catties of fat, so that she could sell more pancakes tomorrow.

Ziqing heard the call and went over, but her mother's last sentence made her stop.

Just let her mother take out some of the fat meat she bought. I'm afraid I won't be able to handle the heat this day, and I won't be able to sell more tomorrow...

(End of this chapter)