Siheyuan: A Cook in the 60s

Chapter 342: Master's Advice

"What is this?" The third uncle was a little confused by the fragrance.

"Braised food, here, braised pig's trotters, braised pig's ears, braised pig's lungs, oh, and intestines, and beans."

"How much is it?" The third uncle felt hungry again.

"Do you want to eat? I'll give you some, but you have to show me the way."

"Okay, okay. Give me some meat to try, and some vegetables as well. Just whatever you like." The third uncle agreed happily.

He likes to do business with the Cao Wei family.

Because Cao Wei knew the price of information. Unlike others, he would not pay for ordinary news, but for more complicated ones, he would rather get it for free. Yan Bugui hated such people the most.

"Okay, I'll cut some for you, big brother, and get half a pig's ear, and some beans and radishes for the third uncle. It will be delicious." Qin Jingru said while swallowing her saliva.

She also likes to go out.

She was the first one to eat the braised food after it came out of the pot.

"Okay." Qin Jianguo took the knife and started chopping without hesitation.

It wouldn't matter if it didn't start, but once it started, a circle of people gathered around.

"Hey, how do you sell this?" someone asked.

"Each has its own price. Here, this is the price list. The prices are clearly marked." Qin Jingru simply turned over the cloth covering the iron table. On it was a special price list. The type was engraved on a wooden sign, and the price was written below.

"Wow, this is not cheap." Someone couldn't help but speak out.

At this price, it's a bit of a loss to eat pig offal.

Seeing someone say this, Qin Jingru was about to refute.

The third uncle was the first to speak: "Hey, you don't understand this."

"Hey? What? Do you understand?"

"I really understand. The key to stewing is the stewing. But stewed food will shrink. A pound of meat will shrink to only 70-80 grams. The higher price is reasonable. What's more, the smell is obviously a secret recipe passed down from ancestors. It's worth buying some to try."

After hearing what the third uncle said, the people around him began to get restless.

The price is high, but not high either. Basically, it is around RMB 1.50 per pound, which is the price of a pound of pork. At this price, most people still prefer to eat pork, and eating offal and other things is not worth it. But after hearing what the uncle said, it made sense. A pound of meat costs only 700-800 ounces, and it tastes good.

"Cut half a pound of pork head and try it. Also, give me two pieces of beans..." Finally, someone took the initiative.

Qin Jianguo and Qin Jianjun looked at each other and started working immediately.

The eldest and second sisters-in-law were helping to pick up the stewed food, weigh it, and collect money. These days, there are double-sided electronic scales, but most of the scales on the market are still the old ones. It also takes some time.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?" The administrator was fed up with this noisy scene.

Qin Jingru was fed up with it, so she rolled up her sleeves and was about to go and argue, but was stopped by the third uncle.

"Hey, hey, hey, forget it, I'll go and talk to him."

The third uncle walked over and greeted the administrator with a smile. After chatting for a few words, the administrator nodded.

After all, the elderly still have face.

"Uncle, is it settled?"

"Alright, let's go."

"Ah?" Qin Jingru was stunned.

"Where to go?"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't go yet, help me cut the pig head first." The first person who cut the meat couldn't wait to take a bite and wanted another one. The taste was simply amazing!

"I'll take you to a better place to sell the goods. If you want to buy, come along. Don't block people's doors. If you get caught, you won't be able to enjoy your food in the future. The old man relies on these things to go with his wine."

The third uncle still has some respect in this area.

After hearing what the third uncle said, they all made way.

Qin Jianguo and Qin Jianjun suddenly felt that the braised food they had just given them was not a big deal and was quite worth it.

The third uncle brought them to the side of a road. There was no village or shop in this area, and it was surrounded by walls. He pointed to a place, and Qin Jingru called Qin Jianguo and Qin Jianjun to set up their tools. When the pot lid was opened, the overbearing fragrance spread out. Some of the people who had gathered here just now followed, and some did not.

Most of those who came along bought some.

Once he got it, he couldn't wait to grab a small piece, took a bite, chewed it for a long time, and then swallowed it, saying with some regret, "It's a pity there is no wine."

"Comrade, will you still be here tomorrow?"

"Yeah." Qin Jingru was about to reply, but was stopped by the third uncle.

"It will be here tomorrow afternoon, but not in the morning."

"That's fine. There are more people here in the afternoon. I'll eat and come back tomorrow."

After a while, the people who had just come from the vegetable market bought something and left.

Qin Jianjun and Qin Jianguo's faces turned red with excitement. They had sold quite a lot just now, and they estimated that they must have made at least 20 or 30 yuan.

"Uncle, what are the particularities in choosing this place?" Qin Jingru came over to ask.

"Hey, you don't know. Your stewed food tastes good, but the price is a bit high. It sells better here. Jingru, you don't know where this place is, do you?"

"Family area!" Qin Jingru suddenly realized.

"That's right. Your stall is convenient to move around. If the old man says so, just open it in the evening. We will definitely sell out."

"It has to be you, Third Uncle. It's really worth it to give you this braised food." Qin Jingru gave a thumbs up to the Third Uncle.

The third uncle was so happy that he couldn't see his teeth and eyes: "At least it's your Cao family, it really makes me feel relieved. Okay, old man, I won't delay your business, I'm leaving."

night.

When Qin Jingru returned home, the meal was already on the table.

"Jingru is back? How is your brother?" Yang Menglan was still very concerned.

"They're all sold out. Oh, they're selling quite well, but..." Qin Jingru felt helpless.

"There are too many strange people?" Cao Wei added.

"That's not the case. Either you dislike this or that, or you don't buy it. It's really troublesome. If it weren't for my brother, I would have started scolding him." Qin Jingru sat down at the table and couldn't stop talking.

The things sold well, but most of the people I met were weird.

The vegetables are too expensive, the meat is not fresh, and people dare to say anything just to save money.

"That's just the beginning." Liu Sandao shook his head. "In the old society, if you set up a stall to sell food, it would be fine if the food was ordinary, but if it was delicious, I guess someone would immediately want to steal the recipe. Find a few people to eat your food and then say that something went wrong after eating your food. Then, you will be the one in trouble."