After choosing the location of the snack street, Jiang Shuyao went to see it. It is not a prosperous area, but there are many residents nearby, and most of them are people who are not too hard-pressed.
Opening a store gave Lin a taste of the wonderful sense of accomplishment, so he invested even more in the snack street, taking the path of small profits but quick turnover.
But as for the sales volume, whether it can be as successful as the market, both Lin and Jiang Shuyao are a little nervous.
At night, Jiang Shuyao tossed and turned on the bed, unable to fall asleep, the clothes rubbing against the sheets made a slight noise.
Xie Xun felt shallow and was awakened by the noise.
Jiang Shuyao was thinking about the opening of the snack street tomorrow, and suddenly felt a soft and cool breeze blowing from his shoulders.
She turned around and found that Xie Xun woke up at some point, and was picking up the fan at the head of the bed to fan her.
She was a little dazed and looked at Xie Xun.
Xie Xun felt her gaze and said, "It's really hot, it'll be fine in a while. Tomorrow I'll ask someone to put some ice basins in the corner of the room at night."
Jiang Shuyao laughed, and suddenly became less anxious: "It's not that I can't sleep because of the heat, I'm just worried about the snack street."
Xie Xun stopped beating the fan: "What is there to worry about, your craftsmanship is so good, the fragrance of wine is not afraid of deep alleys."
"It's always a first try, and it's not cheap."
Xie Xun began to fan her again, and said softly: "Don't think about it now, hurry up and go to sleep. You can go there tomorrow and have a look. I'll go there to accompany you when it's worth it."
The wind blowing on her body is refreshing and gentle. When people get along with each other, they are particularly easily touched by the details. Jiang Shuyao's heart softened, and she wanted to say something to Xie Xun, but she didn't know where to start.
"Don't use the fan, I'm not hot," she said.
Xie Xun paused for a while, afraid that she would be hot, and that she would catch cold from the heat, so he had to put the fan back on the bedside.
Jiang Shuyao looked at his blurry figure in the dark night, unable to look away for some reason, and said with emotion, "Xie Boyuan, you are really nice."
Xie Xun lay back and laughed lightly when he heard this.
He likes to have a cold face and doesn't laugh often, but the sound of laughter is very pleasant, like spring water hitting a goose egg, making Jiang Shuyao feel itchy in his ears.
He said: "Then I have to work harder."
The meaning of his words was vague, like a joke, but also like a goodwill. Hearing Jiang Shuyao's heart numb, he couldn't help but wonder what he meant, whether he felt his inexplicable throbbing.
Although she still had the same thoughts as before, this time she fell into sleep quickly.
In the afternoon of the next day, Jiang Shuyao left the house and went to the snack street.
Lin Shi had already begun to show her pregnancy, but her spirit was several times better than before. After Jiang Shuyao got off the carriage, she dragged her inside without waiting for her to breathe.
Her voice was loud, obviously excited: "Come and see, I've got them all ready, do you want to try it? I'm always worried that the taste is too far from what you made."
Jiang Shuyao reassured her: "How could it be? If you follow the recipe strictly, it won't be bad." Although Chinese people pay attention to hand feel when cooking, they often use the words "a little", "appropriate amount" and "a tablespoon" to describe the amount of seasoning. , but Jiang Shuyao specially made measuring spoons and measuring cups. Just like learning from modern franchise stores, all dishes are cooked according to the standard dosage, just to ensure the consistency of taste.
Lin Shi also thought of this, and smiled heartily: "It is also true."
What Jiang Shuyao is worried about is not the taste, but whether it can adapt to the mode of snack street in ancient times. She analyzed her concerns one by one to Lin, and Xu became the comforter again: "What are you afraid of, it's a big deal to lose some money, and our Lin family can still afford this money."
When it came to You, it was still bright on the summer night, but Mr. Lin had instructed the steward to let the shops hang up the lanterns in advance, for fear that it would be too late.
Seeing her so confident, Jiang Shuyao felt even more pressure.
The people hired by the Lin family are all quick-witted and often work. The manager's instructions were passed on, and they immediately began to cook, and the aroma wafted out after a while.
Because this street was closed and renovated before, many people were watching the excitement, so this afternoon, after removing the roadblocks and hanging up the big signboard, everyone knew that a series of shops were opened here.
Before opening a shop at the wharf, it also relied on word of mouth and the smell of Xiangpiao Shili, so this time Lin did not deliberately promote it, and he was confident that he could attract diners by the smell.
But with such a big movement in the snack street, people felt that the price was expensive at first sight, but they dared not come in.
The aroma gradually drifted out, some spicy and some fresh, attracting people passing by on the street to probe their brains.
No one was selling, no one came in, and the snack street seemed even more deserted under the shroud of aroma.
Mr. Lin was sitting on the second floor, sipping tea leisurely with a cup of tea, and seemed not to be worried at all.
Jiang Shuyao is under even more pressure. She thinks more than Lin thinks. In Lin's eyes, this is just a street that sells novelty food, but she knows that this is a collision between a modern business model and an ancient food industry.
At this time, if people want to eat some surprising meals, they usually go to restaurants for consumption. Although the prices are not low, they are classy and have the pleasure of consumption; if they want to change their taste from home-cooked meals, they will choose cheap food stalls , The meal is not very particular, but it can manage enough. The snack street is not next to each other. It is purely based on deliciousness. It is indeed a challenge.
As time passed, curious passers-by came in to take a look, and saw the higher prices and novel food names written on the signboards than ordinary restaurants. Although the aroma was strong, people were greedy, but no one wanted to. Those who are the first to try, are afraid of spending a lot of money.
Jiang Shuyao couldn't sit still, she carried her skirt down to the second floor, and walked around the snack street. From the conversation of people, it can be heard that they are really curious about the food, but they are unwilling to pay to try it, so they plan to go back to the second floor, hoping that Mr. Lin can let everyone try it, and any other opening rewards should be arranged.
It's all her fault for focusing on food, forgetting about marketing, and opening the store dryly, all relying on the taste, how can it be sustained.
Before he could take a step, there was a loud noise behind him. Jiang Shuyao looked back and saw a series of carriages driving in and stopping on the street.
The maid got off the carriage, put down the horse stool and opened the curtain, and a group of noble ladies got off the carriage.
When such a large group of people came, the snack street suddenly became lively.
"What's the matter? Where is this?" someone asked.
"Yeah, aren't we going to the restaurant? When did the capital open a restaurant here?"
"It doesn't look like it, but it looks like a market place."
"Hey, do you smell it? It smells so good."
The two carriages at the head floated down a beautiful woman in green clothes, and she could feel her cold and dusty beauty through the curtain and hat. The ladies who were chatting just now quieted down and asked her, "Qing Shu, what's going on?"
Ge Qingshu slightly lifted the corner of the hood, took a sip of the aroma of the food, and said in a happy tone, "Of course I'm here to eat."
They were stunned for a moment, and between hesitations, Ge Qingshu had already stepped into the snack street: "I keep it better than the restaurant." She took a few steps, remembered something, and turned back, "By the way, you can discuss going to the restaurant. Don't mind me." She instructed the driver and forgot to tell the rest, which led to a group of people following her carriage to the snack street.
The ladies thought they were bored at home, so they formed a poetry club, and they came out to get together every few days. I subconsciously thought that dinner should go to a restaurant.
Now that Ge Qingshu entered the snack street, some were hesitant and didn't want to eat in such a small street market, and some couldn't help but follow up curiously.
Jiang Shuyao saw Ge Qingshu walking towards him, standing not far away, Jiang Zheng wanted to say hello to her, but Ge Qingshu suddenly turned around.
She lifted up the obstructing hat and looked at the sign of the store behind her, then turned to look at the sign of the store on the other side, and muttered, "Which is better to eat."
After speaking, she paused for a few seconds, and suddenly strode closer to Jiang Shuyao.
It turned out that I didn't see myself just now, Jiang Shuyao scratched his head, and gave Ge Qingshu a warm smile: "You—"
As soon as she uttered a syllable, Ge Qingshu floated away from her.
Walking in a hurry, like a gust of fresh wind, he muttered in a flat and cold tone: "It's so fragrant."
Jiang Shuyao: …
After she floated away, a large wave of ladies who were lingering in fragrance passed by her, chatting and discussing: "It smells better when you come in."
"Why doesn't anyone buy it?"
"Look at that, what is Mala Tang? What is this boiled skewer?"
Jiang Shuyao passed through them with difficulty, catching up with Ge Qingshu who was standing in front of the rice noodle shop.
"Why are you here?" she said.
Ge Qingshu recovered, turned to look at Jiang Shuyao, and said in surprise, "Hey, are you here?" Seeing that Jiang Shuyao was not wearing a hat, she lifted the hat, "Last time you wrote that the snack street opened today."
Jiang Shuyao was just writing gossip with her, and she never thought that she would come over to cheer on her.
Before thanking him, he was held back by Ge Qingshu: "The food sold in these stores smells delicious. Please introduce me quickly, I can't pick them out."
Jiang Shuyao introduced the rice noodle shop in front of him and said, "This shop sells rice noodles. Rice noodles are made from rice. They are shaped like noodles and have a flexible taste. They are thin, smooth, smooth, bright and soft. There is also a dry mix of saozi, which is smooth and delicious."
Before the introduction, Ge Qingshu had already made a final decision: "Just eat this." He headed into the market.
Jiang Shuyao was left behind and was trying to keep up, but was pushed aside by the ladies who were swarming behind her. Xiao Er had never seen the world, but when she saw this large group of noble girls, she didn't dare to lift their heads, and led them up to the second floor, with a screen-style barrier, which was barely considered a private room.
After everyone was seated, they took a look at the menu made of kraft paper and fell into distress. With so many varieties, which one should you choose
Ge Qing didn't have a worried and tangled look in his writing. He counted the number of people present, and ordered the menu: "Then let's have one."
There are many flavors of rice noodles. Jiangxi, Hunan, Yunnan, Guichuan and other places have different flavors, but the core is that the rice noodles are smooth, tender, and delicious.
The food was served quickly in the store, bowls of rice noodles with different fragrances and different side dishes were served, the hot mist was lingering, and the aroma was permeating.
Ge Qingshu dragged the bowl of rice noodles in front of him and said to everyone, "Let's all eat the bowl in front of us, so that we won't be able to pick them out and save trouble."
The ladies quickly flattered and complimented her for being smart, but after a few words they went out, just because the rice noodles were so fragrant, the saliva on the tongue could not be suppressed, and the stomach began to growl. .
They dragged the bowl of rice noodles and saw that the rice noodles were as tender and white as jade, as thin as cicada wings, and as thin as silk yarn. They were soaked in a shallow or deep soup base. , stir it, and the fragrance is overflowing.
Although the raw materials of rice noodles and rice noodles are rice, the production methods are different, and the taste is different. Rice noodles pay attention to smoothness and toughness, while rice noodles are mostly soft and glutinous. The chopsticks pick up the rice noodles, which are obviously smooth and tender, but they won't hold up, and they droop softly between the chopsticks.
No matter how many concerns everyone had about such an ordinary small market just now, as soon as the rice noodles entered the mouth, all thoughts were dissipated by the indescribable taste.
The rice noodles are extremely soft and tender, and the entrance is soft and glutinous. It is full of juice and chewed, and the fresh and salty taste of the soup base blooms in the mouth. The taste is light and smooth, but it can hang out the soup very well, as if the tender and glutinous fragrance of the rice noodles are all filled with the soup, unlike noodles, if they are cooked, although the taste is soft and melted into the taste, it is lumpy. A mass, lost the taste. However, while the rice noodles are soft and flavorful, they can keep the water boiled and not the soup.
The soup base is very fresh, there are sparerib soup, chicken soup, big bone soup, some flavors only focus on freshness, the pure freshness is like a gust of fresh wind, and the whole body is stretched softly. When the umami reaches a certain level, it will be slightly sweet, fresh and refreshing, which will highlight the mellow rice flavor of rice noodles. Lady, she couldn't help but keep eating one bite after another.
At the beginning, I still took a bite and took a bite. I kept it straight and the rhythm was clear. Later, I turned my head down and stretched my neck forward. As soon as my lips touched the soft and smooth rice noodles, I squeezed lightly, and the full juice gradually came up and down. Lips, rice noodles are as smooth and supple as silk, sipping and chewing, sliding down the throat with endless freshness and warmth.
It's no wonder that some people call eating noodles "drinking noodles" or "winding noodles". It is hard to imagine that rice noodles can remain smooth and soft, glutinous and fragrant, and at the same time, the taste is elastic, and it is not broken when picked up.
Rice noodles are rich in vegetable size or stuffing, whether it is ordinary sliced meat, shredded pork, or fat intestines, lamb offal, chicken offal, spare ribs, etc., each of them can be tasteless and odorless. After getting used to the taste of rice noodles, occasionally pick At the entrance of the filling, the chicken is crispy and chewy, the meat is rich in flavor, the fat intestines are flexible and chewy, and the more chewy it is, the more mellow it is.
In addition to the main fresh clear soup, there is also a stewed soup made with various herbs and spices such as grass fruit, fennel, prickly ash, and dried tangerine peel.
It is even better when paired with oil cakes. After soaking in the soup, the oil cakes fully absorb the soup and the outer skin is crispy, but the inside is full of soft noodles after the soup is full. When you bite, your mouth seems to be unable to catch a steady stream. The soup came out, and even the deep-fried pie crust became incomparably mellow.
Who is not an arrogant lady in this room, who likes to eat vegetarian and fresh dishes on weekdays, and dare not eat too much, for fear of getting the smell on her body, but at this moment, a small oil cake is vying for it.
"Give me half of it."
"Hey, didn't you eat one, why did you take it again?"
"You don't like greasy things, don't you? Even vegetarian bean cakes are too greasy, so why bother to grab this piece from me?"
Regardless of how they fought, Ge Qingshu wiped his mouth, stood up gracefully, and asked Xiao Er to pack a dry mix of rice noodles to take away. After all, eating two bowls in front of them would reveal his true nature.
The ladies who followed Pidianpidian just now saw her leaving and were a little hesitant, but you look at me and I look at you, and they still plan not to follow.
"Qingshu has a small appetite, we are different, eating is important, don't starve yourself."
"That's it."
The dry mixed noodles are packaged in bamboo tubes, with banana leaves padded inside, with a slight fragrance, and are held by the maids. Ge Qingshu came down from the second floor, full of food and drink, thinking of Jiang Shuyao coming, full of praise and panic, he hurried out of the store and went to the street to look for her.
Because of the influx of a group of noble ladies just now, finally there are diners willing to taste it. The first one eats the second one, one after another. The business is gradually booming, and the street is full of lively and crowded.
The maid clears the way for her. She circled around and didn't see Jiang Shuyao. When she was about to leave, she saw Jiang Shuyao's back.
Ge Qingshu hurried over, raised his hat, and shouted, "Shu Yao!"
Jiang Shuyao turned back, and the person standing beside her also turned back. Ge Qingshu thought they were just getting close, not acquaintances, so he walked over a few steps and held Jiang Shuyao: "What's the matter with you, I went upstairs just now, and you disappeared as soon as I turned around."
After she finished speaking, she suddenly felt that the atmosphere was not right, and when she looked to the side, she found that the beauty who had just been pushed aside by her was raising her eyebrows and staring at her badly.
After Jiang Shuyao was squeezed away by the group of noble ladies, as soon as he went out, he met Xu and Zhou who came with their children. The children were taken away by the servant girl for dinner, and Jiang Shuyao entertained them. After the three of them finished eating, they thought of going back to the carriage to wait for the children to come back. Just as they were about to get on the carriage, they were stopped by Ge Qingshu, and this happened.
Ge Qingshu's expression remained unchanged, he nodded to Xu and Zhou, and asked, "This is?"
Jiang Shuyao quickly introduced them to each other.
The servant Ge Qingshu followed went to lead the carriage, and Mrs. Xu said, "Miss Ge might as well get on our carriage and wait together."
She thought she would decline, but unexpectedly Ge Qingshu nodded slightly and spoke slowly and slowly: "Thank you very much, it just so happens that Shu Yao and I have something to say."
Mrs. Zhou glanced at Mrs. Xu, who returned with an indifferent look.
The four of them got into the car one after another. After Ge Qingshu sat down, he first came to a set of common communication opening remarks with the Xu family and Zhou family. Everyone was a mistress and a noble daughter who often came and went to the banquet. But the atmosphere was extraordinarily deadlocked.
When the three of them stopped talking, Jiang Shuyao said, "Qingshu, what do you think of the taste?" Mrs. Xu and Mrs. Zhou dined with her, so she didn't need to ask any more questions.
Ge Qingshu turned his head sideways: "Excellent. It's a pity that you mentioned so many kinds of food in your letter, but today I can only eat one."
Jiang Shuyao was about to speak, when Zhou shi took it first: "Letters? Miss Ge and Yaoyao often have correspondence?"
Ge Qingshu met her gaze, and suddenly the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "Yes."
The eyes of the two collided, and Zhou sensed the provocation, and raised half of his eyebrows: "So, it seems that today's opening is also mentioned in the letter?"
Ge Qingshu was calm and calm, and his tone was not salty or light: "Exactly, today our poetry club has a small gathering, and we came here after we left."
"Poetry Club?" Zhou Shi seemed a little surprised, "Miss Ge is indeed the number one talented woman in Beijing."
Ge Qingshu glanced at Jiang Shuyao, and when she saw her looking at him, her expression became more and more calm: "I don't dare to be famous."
Zhou Shi leaned against the wall of the car, with a somewhat condescending expression, and smiled: "It's a coincidence, I remember that the name of the first talented woman in Beijing used to be the eldest sister-in-law, but later she got tired and didn't want to go out to socialize. The head fell to the side."
Xu Shi finally spoke up: "Why are these false names mentioned?"
Zhou Shi glanced at her, and the two of them met their eyes and decided to go out in unison. Zhou Shi said: "By the way, it seems that the Poetry Club is also organized by my sister-in-law."
Xu said, "It's just a whim."
Ge Qingshu looked at them, lowered his eyes, lowered his expression, suddenly raised his hand to hold Jiang Shuyao, pulled her to his side, and said with a smile, "It's really a coincidence, Shuyao, don't you think?"
Xu Clan's Zhou Clan's eyes met Ge Qingshu's in the air, and there seemed to be sparks for a while.
Jiang Shuyao: ... I should be under the car, not in the car.