The cooking color is delicious, general, don't bite me

Chapter 68 What if I can't make vermicelli?
"People are fine, but the slaves don't know the specific situation." Lan Xiang said.

Tonight was Lin Nan's vigil. He probably had a bad stomach, so he went to the hut outside the workshop for a long time. When he came out, he saw that the workshop was on fire. He rushed to report the news while calling for help to put out the fire.

While Lan Xiang was speaking, Meng Fuling and Hulu had already put on their coats, and they rushed to the workshop impatiently.

When they arrived, the fire in the workshop had already been extinguished. It turned out that when Lin Nan went to the hut, he thought he would be back in a while, and it was the middle of the night, so he could not make a mistake, so he just closed the door and did not lock it.

The arsonist entered the workshop and put lamp oil on the dried vermicelli and other combustibles.

It was discovered early, the workshop was not burned down, and the vermicelli ordered by Boss Qiu was lost.

Even so, it was enough to make Meng Fuling anxious and uncomfortable. Boss Qiu will return to Beijing in two days.

It doesn't matter if you can't deliver the goods, break the contract and pay for the money, the important thing is that the vermicelli is what the high-ranking official in Beijing wants. Not only will it make it difficult for Boss Qiu to do it, but she will also offend the high-ranking official.

"It's the servant's fault, please punish me." Lin Nan knelt in front of Meng Fuling, feeling so guilty that she wanted to die.

Meng Fuling took several deep breaths, and pressed the protruding veins, "Now is not the time to pursue responsibility, first tidy up the things, and drive out the two hundred catties of vermicelli to be serious."

As she said that, Meng Fuling arranged for people to clean up the workshop and pick out the objects that hadn't been burned. Fortunately, the shredder was placed in another place, so it wasn't burned, otherwise it would be too late to find a craftsman to make it.

When Meng Fuling was arranging all these matters, Li Shanhu suddenly shouted: "Fuling!"

Meng Fuling heard the sound, turned to look at Li Shanhu, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Li Shanhu found a small earthen jar containing lamp oil near the burnt vermicelli, and walked quickly to Meng Fuling, "This oil jar belongs to my family, no, it belongs to my mother-in-law's."

"Are you sure?" Meng Fuling frowned tightly, her face covered with frost.

Li Shanhu had never seen Meng Fuling like this before, she was startled, and said cautiously: "I'm sure, my mother-in-law is stingy, and she is always afraid that someone will steal into the house, so she marked everything on it."

After finishing speaking, Li Coral turned the oil tank upside down, exposing a dark mass at the bottom of the tank.

"Good! Very good. Both your parents-in-law were arrested by the people from the Fortune Restaurant. The person who set the fire must be Lian Dajin." Meng Fuling knew that the fire was set by Lian Dajin.

"This, this bastard!" Lian Dahui knew that his brother was the arsonist, trembling with anger.

Thinking of Meng Fuling's care for the couple, Lian Dahui felt so guilty that he rubbed the ground and wanted to run outside.

Li Shanhu grabbed Lian Dahui, "It's so late, where are you going?"

"I'm going to catch that bastard back." Lian Dahui said.

"Brother Dahui, don't rush to catch people, help make vermicelli first." Meng Fuling said.

Even Dajin can be caught at any time, but now the vermicelli must be made out first.

Lian Dahui responded, and with a heavy heart, got busy with the others.

*******
Besides, even Dajin set it on fire, and was afraid of being discovered, so he went home again, trying to find out the money he had borrowed.As a result, the money disappeared.

These days, besides spending money, he stole some to gamble, and there are a few taels of silver left over, which is obviously well hidden, how could it disappear?
He suddenly remembered that when he was taking silver to buy wine that day, those two hired men were sneaking around outside. Needless to say, they must have peeped at the place where the silver was hidden.

Lian Dajin was so angry that he couldn't find them, so he packed up two sets of clothes in a hurry and ran to the entrance of the village.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he ran out of the village, he bumped into two men in black.

Lian Dajin thought it was someone from the Fortune Restaurant who came to catch him, so he knelt down on the ground in fright, and begged for mercy, "Don't catch me, don't catch me, it's none of my business, it's the little bitch Meng Fuling who hurt me on purpose." of."

Immediately afterwards, he also brought out the matter of setting fire to the workshop by himself.

The two men in black looked at each other when they heard Meng Fuling's name, one of them approached Lian Dajin, and knocked him unconscious with a knife...

******
"Miss, you can't buy sweet potatoes. It is said that any villagers who grow sweet potatoes at home will either have their sweet potatoes stolen or destroyed."

Meng Fuling called workers to rush to make vermicelli, and only made tens of catties, but found that the sweet potatoes were not enough, so he sent people to several nearby villages to buy sweet potatoes. Without exception, they all returned empty-handed.

Meng Fuling was shocked when she heard this, and couldn't figure out who made such a big move just to stop her.

She tried to calm down and asked, "Except for the villages we often go to, is this the case in all the towns and villages?"

The worker in charge of purchasing sweet potatoes nodded, "The situation is the same."

"Hulu, accompany me to the city." Meng Fuling had no choice but to explain the situation to Boss Qiu.

"Okay!" Hulu nodded, and hurried to hitch the carriage.

On the way into the city, Meng Fuling thought about the matter again. She had offended Zhu Laifu recently, and it happened to be the time when Fortune Restaurant offended customers and damaged its reputation because of vermicelli.

After much deliberation, only Zhu Laifu had the motive to harm her, but now that he is bedridden and recovering from his injuries, he has no ability to quietly destroy all the sweet potatoes in ten miles and eight villages in a short period of time.

Unless it's Zhu Laifu's master behind the scenes, I heard Han Hualin say that his master is likely to come to Qishan County.

The more Meng Fuling thought about it, the more irritable she became, the voice of the gourd came from outside the car, "I don't have sweet potatoes, can I use something else instead?"

"I'm just going to see Boss Qiu, and ask him to accommodate me and see if I can replace it with something else."

It must be too late to go to a farther place to harvest sweet potatoes, and there are not many people growing potatoes in all directions, otherwise potatoes can be used instead.

They planned to eat for the sky, and asked Han Hualin to take them to Boss Qiu's residence in the city.

When food is the sky, Han Hualin was about to go out. When he saw them, he said, "I was going to Lingyun Village, and you came here."

"Did you receive any news?" Meng Fuling asked with a tight heart.

Seeing that there was no one around, Han Hualin said in a low voice, "I just learned from Boss Qiu..."

It turned out that Boss Qiu had just had a meal in the restaurant, and after drinking, he revealed to Han Hualin that the vermicelli was not what the high-ranking official wanted.

It's the second prince now, that high-ranking official offered the vermicelli to the second prince, and the second prince praised it so much that he asked that high-ranking official to come forward and buy two hundred catties.

Boss Qiu was originally an imperial businessman, and he thought that if the vermicelli won the favor of the second prince, maybe the second prince would send it to the palace as soon as he was happy, then he would have an extra source of income.

Meng Fuling's face turned pale little by little, and she was a little flustered. If the second prince wanted it, it would be difficult to handle it.

But before she could think about it, Han Hualin threw another big news, "The Second Prince is most likely the owner behind the Fortune Restaurant."

"Is this true?" Meng Fuling suddenly raised her head and asked in disbelief.

Han Hualin shook his head, "It's not confirmed, so I didn't plan to tell you before, but this time it's related to your business."

Meng Fuling's mind was suddenly in a mess, and she couldn't figure out any ideas for a while.

"By the way, why are you here at this time?" Han Hualin only thought of this question at this time.

Meng Fuling sighed before telling Han Hualin the matter.

"Only he has the ability to destroy sweet potatoes in such a short period of time." Han Hualin frowned.

"Damn it! Doesn't the prince have to be busy fighting for power? Why is he so careless, what is he doing in this remote town? Are you really so poor that you care so much about a restaurant?"

Meng Fuling was so annoyed that she raised her hand and punched the 'wall' by her side vigorously without even looking at it.

After hearing a muffled groan, she realized that what she was hitting was not the wall, but the chest of the gourd. She suddenly felt embarrassed, and stretched out her hand to rub it for him without thinking, "Sorry, I'm so angry."

Gourd turned his face, didn't say anything, and let her rub it.

Han Hualin coughed a few times, and said, "If the Second Prince is really the owner behind the Fortune Restaurant, then it's not as simple as a restaurant. You should know that Qishan County is not far from several small countries with good strength."

He didn't say that the second prince came here, or he might have come to look for General Qi, he only said the importance of the Fortune Restaurant to the second prince.

But Meng Fuling could hear that Han Hualin's words were reserved, she was smart enough not to ask further questions, and she also knew that if there hadn't been such a thing, he wouldn't have told her that the Second Prince was the behind-the-scenes owner of the Fortune Restaurant.

At the same time, Meng Fuling also understood from Han Hualin's words that the Fortune Restaurant was the point of contact for the second prince here, and her existence hindered the business of the Fortune Restaurant, so she would naturally be targeted for eradication.

"Hmph! If it's really a prince, it's easy to kill her, so why bother to make this happen?" Hulu snorted coldly and said disapprovingly.

Han Hualin glanced at Hulu thoughtfully, "Maybe I don't want to expose my whereabouts."

"Since you are afraid of revealing your whereabouts, why did you know he came to Qishan County?" Gourd's eyes flashed, and his tone was quite questioning.

Han Hualin didn't mind Hulu's attitude, and said with a light smile, "I've been in business for many years, so I naturally have some skills."

"Where is Boss Qiu? I want to see him." Meng Fuling thought for a while, but still planned to see Boss Qiu.

"He drank some wine, and he will take a rest in the elegant room." Han Hualin asked who really wanted the vermicelli when Boss Qiu was drunk.

"Aren't you too drunk to pass out?" Meng Fuling was worried. If she was so drunk, why would she ask?
"It's okay, just ask shopkeeper Feng to pour him some special hangover soup." After saying that, Han Hualin called shopkeeper Feng over, and asked shopkeeper Feng to take Meng Fuling to the private room where Boss Qiu was.

"Aren't you going?" Meng Fuling asked strangely when she saw Hulu and Han Hualin standing still.

"You go first! I'll be there later." Hulu didn't look at Meng Fuling, but only at Han Hualin.

Han Hualin smiled at her and said, "Maybe Hulu blames me for introducing this business to you."

"You didn't know beforehand, so how can you be blamed?" Meng Fuling shook her head.

She knew that Hulu was not a person who didn't care about the seriousness, so it was impossible to blame Han Hualin for this, but if they didn't tell her, she didn't have the heart to ask more questions, so she followed Shopkeeper Feng to Boss Qiu.

*******
As soon as Meng Fuling left, Hulu approached Han Hualin and punched him violently.

Han Hualin reacted quickly, stepped back a few steps, and dodged Calabash's fist, "You don't really blame me, do you?"

"Who the hell are you? Why do you know so much? Don't use that sophisticated excuse to fool me!" Calabash said coldly, his star-like eyes were showing a little chill at this moment.

"I should ask who you are. Your identity is even more complicated." Han Hualin laughed.

Before Gourd could speak, he said again: "Is that so, General Qi!"

"You've already decided that I'm Qi Xuan, that's why you tried so many times? It's a pity that I'm going to disappoint you, I'm not!" How could Hulu not know that from the first time we met, Han Hualin tried him every chance he had.

"So what if I admit it? You saved my life, and it's impossible to harm you." Han Hualin laughed.

Hulu paused for a moment. He didn't know if he had really saved Han Hualin, but he also knew that if Han Hualin wanted to harm him, he would have leaked his whereabouts long ago.

Thinking of this, Hulu's face softened slightly, but his tone was still strong: "You better have no bad intentions, otherwise I won't be able to spare you."

Han Hualin sighed, "Once a person loses his memory, even his temperament changes."

"No matter how I change, it has nothing to do with you. Tell me! Who are you?" Hulu will not distract the original question just because of a few words.

Han Hualin didn't mean to say anything, but said: "When you recover your memory, you will naturally know who I am, and you won't have such deep hostility towards me."

Hulu doesn't remember anything, but Han Hualin knows his identity. This feeling makes Hulu very uncomfortable.

"If you haven't recovered your memory for a long time, will you stay here forever? Are you really willing to let go of everything you have worked so hard for?"

Han Hualin had been wanting to ask this question for a long time, but every time he tried it, Hulu didn't show any abnormality, so he naturally had no chance to ask.

Han Hualin wasn't sure if Hulu had guessed his own identity until Hulu's performance just now.

"It's none of your business!" Calabash frowned, but he didn't deny his identity after all.

"Is it because of Poria? No one would have thought that General Qi, who was rumored to be unfeminine, would care so much about a woman who has a bad reputation and is pregnant with a child of unknown origin." Han Hualin was not afraid of anger Gourd, take care of yourself.

When Hulu heard Han Hualin say that Meng Fuling was notorious, he became even angrier, "Try saying something to her again?"

"Okay! I won't say anything!" Han Hualin accepted it as soon as he saw it, changed the subject, and asked again: "Do you want to ask me about the second prince?"

Hulu was so disgusted with Han Hualin's attitude of knowingly asking, he said coldly, "Say it!"

"You don't remember anything now, and it's useless to tell you too much. However, I guess the second prince is probably looking for you. You'd better not let him know that you are in Lingyun Village."

"Just keep your mouth shut!" Calabash knew that Han Hualin wouldn't reveal too much, so he didn't ask any more questions.

He turned around and was about to leave when Han Hualin asked, "Actually, even if you lose your memory, you can get to know yourself again."

Hulu didn't even think about it, and said, "It's not necessary!"

"You have shouldered a lot of responsibilities, so you are not afraid that one day you will regret it when you regain your memory?" Han Hualin asked curiously.

When Han Hualin asked this question, Meng Fuling's face appeared in Hulu's mind, maybe he couldn't let her go?

I don't know when, she has entered and settled in his heart, and every frown and smile affects his emotions.

******
When Meng Fuling arrived in the private room, seeing Boss Qiu lying drunk on the table, she really wanted to splash him with cold water to wake him up.

If she knew that the vermicelli was what the second prince wanted, and that the second prince might be the owner of the Fortune Restaurant behind the scenes, she would reject the business no matter what.

"Miss Meng, why are you here?" Boss Qiu woke up after being fed a bowl of hangover soup by shopkeeper Feng, and was surprised to see Meng Fuling.

"Boss Qiu, don't blame me for coming here uninvited. It's really a special situation." Meng Fuling smiled apologetically and expressed his intentions.

Unexpectedly, Boss Qiu shook his head without even thinking about it: "No way!"

"Boss Qiu, without sweet potatoes, I really can't make vermicelli. If you refuse, I can only break the contract. It is written in the contract that if you break the contract, you will pay double the deposit."

Meng Fuling could afford to pay double the deposit, but she wanted to work hard because she was afraid that Boss Qiu would make it difficult.

Since Boss Qiu is not accommodating at all, why would she bother to replace vermicelli with other pasta?

"Miss Meng, it's not that I'm trying to make things difficult for you. It's not ordinary people who want vermicelli. If I don't buy vermicelli—" Boss Qiu looked embarrassed, and when he said this, he stopped.

Seeing Boss Qiu like this, Meng Fuling's face softened a little, and he guessed that he didn't know that the second prince was deliberately making things difficult.

At this time, Meng Fuling's mood had calmed down a lot. She thought for a while before saying, "Boss Qiu, I have a plan. I will keep you from being blamed by that nobleman, and you will have an extra source of income."

"Really, let's talk about it." Businessmen value profits, and Boss Qiu is no exception. Hearing what Meng Fuling said, his eyes brightened immediately.

Meng Fuling smiled and said, "Make vermicelli into another kind of more novel pasta, which is guaranteed to be more delicious than vermicelli. After you send it to Beijing, you can first..."

After hearing this, Boss Qiu frowned and thought hard. He is not stupid. At this moment, the sweet potato was destroyed by someone. Someone must have deliberately prevented her from delivering it.

If he agreed to give her other pasta instead of vermicelli, he would definitely offend those who wanted to harm her, but if he didn't agree, he would also offend the second prince.

When Boss Qiu was caught in a dilemma, he paused for a while before saying: "Let's try it for now! You must ensure that this food is better than vermicelli."

With Boss Qiu's consent, Meng Fuling breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "Boss Qiu, I promise I won't let you down."

If he knew that the second prince ordered vermicelli to make things difficult for her, he probably wouldn't agree to her request, but she wouldn't be so stupid as to point it out.

******
After Meng Fuling returned to the village, the workers of Shilling Workshop were waiting for news in the workshop, while she went home first.

After returning home, he went straight into the kitchen without talking to Mrs. Xue and the others.

Xue and the others were very surprised. At this time, shouldn't Meng Fuling deal with the vermicelli first?Why did you sneak into the kitchen without saying a word.

Seeing Meng Fuling's serious face, no one dared to ask more questions, but Lan Xiang asked, "Miss, what do you want to do? Can this slave help me?"

"You see how I do it first." After Meng Fuling finished speaking, she took out the flour and asked Mrs. Qiao to prepare the big bone soup.

When Meng Fuling was kneading the noodles, she couldn't help thinking that it would be great if there was a noodle machine, otherwise it would take a lot of hands to make a lot of noodles.

After this matter is dealt with, we have to figure out a way to see if we can research opportunities to come forward. If so, then there will be another way to make a fortune.

"Fuling, how do you make noodles?" Seeing Meng Fuling kneading noodles and making them into noodles, Mrs. Xue asked in confusion.

Meng Fuling sprinkled some flour on the noodles, grabbed a few handfuls with her hands, and said, "I can't make vermicelli, so I can only use instant noodles instead."

"Instant noodles?" Xue and the others were confused. Why is the name so strange?Never heard of it.

Meng Fuling didn't have time to explain so much, she just made the noodles and steamed them in the pot.

The noodles were steamed at high temperature to ensure the elasticity of the noodles, but in order to ensure the high temperature, Meng Fuling asked Lan Xiang to bring firewood in and set the fire on fire.

The more people looked at it, the more puzzled they became, thinking why the noodles had to be steamed, shouldn't they be boiled and eaten?How to replace vermicelli?
After steaming for a while, Meng Fuling fished out the noodles, and then put the noodles into the big bone broth prepared by Mrs. Qiao to taste, so as to ensure that the noodles taste delicious when they come out.

After seasoning, the next step is frying, which requires a lot of oil. Meng Fuling asked Mrs. Qiao to pour a large pot of oil, which made Xue's heart twitch.

Meng Fuling didn't care about that much, she concentrated on frying the noodles. After the noodles were deep-fried, they bent when they fell, forming a piece of noodles about the size of a palm.

She took a knife and quickly cut it while it was soft, and put it on the plate in pieces.

Looking at this big golden and curved thing, Xue couldn't help asking: "Is this instant noodles?"

Meng Fuling ate a little bit, showing a satisfied smile. She was very glad that she had the idea of ​​making instant noodles before, and now she can make it smoothly, and it is even more fortunate that she was so successful the first time she made it.

"Yes, you guys have a taste." Meng Fuling broke off a piece and handed it to Mrs. Xue, calling Lan Xiang and the others to come and taste it.

This crooked, golden-yellow thing really surprised everyone, holding it in their hands for a long time and daring not to eat it.

But the little chicken wings can't be controlled so much, I couldn't help it long ago, I took a bite and started chewing.

Hearing the crisp sound and smelling the fragrance, several people couldn't help it anymore, they all took a bite carefully, and started chewing crisply.

After tasting it, everyone was stunned.

I didn't expect this strange-looking thing to be so delicious.

"Is it delicious?" Meng Fuling was very satisfied with everyone's reaction.

The eyes of several people were very bright, they all nodded and said that it was delicious.

"It can be soaked in boiling water, boiled, or dried," Meng Fuling said.

Little Chicken Wing said in amazement: "Sister, you are so amazing, moreover, there is still a taste in this noodle, it is fragrant and very fresh."

"That's because after steaming, I added pork bone soup and various seasonings." Meng Fuling chuckled.

After finishing speaking, Meng Fuling asked Mrs. Qiao to go to the workshop and ask the workers to come over to make noodles, otherwise, she and Mrs. Qiao alone would not be able to make two hundred catties of instant noodles.

Fortunately, most of the workers in the workshop are women, and women from the farm are good at making noodles. Meng Fuling only asked for a few requirements, and they were able to make noodles very well.

The workers are all making noodles in the outside room, and after they are done, they are sent to the kitchen for fried by Mrs. Qiao and Li Shanhu, so as to ensure that the method will not be leaked out.

The time is short, so I can only arrange it like this for the time being, and I will think of a way when I am free.

When Meng Fuling was busy making noodles, she didn't realize that the gourd was missing.

(End of this chapter)