At noon the next day, Deputy General Zhao and two soldiers slowly went down the mine.
"Guest, we have lamb tongue today, come and have a bowl!" Sun greeted with a smile. She thought that since Deputy General Zhao didn't eat lamb tongue yesterday, he should have it today.
Deputy General Zhao frowned. He had eaten so many meat pancakes yesterday morning and drank a lot of wine with his colleagues in the evening. He had no appetite at the moment.
"Come and sit down. You haven't come to eat our mutton soup for several days. It's not easy for us to run this small business." Sun said, and invited the three of them into the stall.
Seeing her enthusiasm and the fact that he hadn't eaten lamb tongue for a few days, Lieutenant General Zhao took two steps inside.
At this moment, the long-faced soldier behind him suddenly said, "Hey, the young lady's family actually made porridge today."
Upon hearing this, Sun wished she could sew the soldier's mouth shut.
The soldier happened to see it and said it casually.
Deputy General Zhao was concerned. Porridge? What porridge
He turned his head and looked across, only to see the same big casserole, but today what was stewed in the casserole was not meat, but a pot of rice porridge.
The rice porridge was bubbling, as if rice oil had been boiled out. It looked extremely light, but a fragrance unique to white rice drifted in with the wind, refreshing one's heart and lungs.
Before Deputy General Zhao could react, his legs had already walked towards Jiang Yunzhu's stall.
"Guest, don't go. I've fished out the sheep tongue for you, guest!" Deputy General Zhao had already left, and Sun stood there with her eyes wide open.
After a while, she threw the lamb tongue back into the soup pot in anger. This business was no longer viable!
Chen has also been staring at Deputy General Zhao. When Jiang Yunzhu said she wanted to sell porridge this morning, her heart skipped a beat. What's so good about porridge? How could it sell so well
As a result, as soon as Jiang Yunzhu's porridge came out of the pot, quite a lot of people bought it, and it seemed to sell just as well as the meat pancakes.
But she was still worried whether Lieutenant General Zhao would buy it, because he was the big customer!
Just now, Deputy General Zhao was about to go to Sun's stall, and she was almost in despair.
At this moment, Deputy General Zhao came over again. She hadn't adjusted her expression yet, so she asked awkwardly, "Guest, we have raw beef porridge today. Would you like to try it?"
"Raw beef porridge?" Just hearing it makes me want to drink it.
"Yes, this kind of porridge is the best for warming the stomach and nourishing the body." Chen learned this from Jiang Yunzhu.
"Okay, give me a bowl." Deputy General Zhao said simply.
"I want a bowl too." The long-faced soldier was thinking that if it was just white porridge, he would not drink it. He didn't expect it to be beef porridge. He had to try it.
"I want a bowl too," another soldier followed.
"Okay, three bowls of raw beef porridge." Chen shouted to Jiang Yunzhu excitedly.
"Okay, wait a moment, it will be ready soon." Jiang Yunzhu responded crisply.
Then she deftly took out three small casseroles and placed them on the stove. She scooped the rice porridge into the small casseroles, and after the porridge started to bubble, she put in oil, salt and other seasonings, and then sprinkled in and beat the prepared beef.
After five minutes, the beef changes color and is sprinkled with chopped green onions. Three bowls of raw beef porridge are ready.
The whole process was as smooth as flowing water.
Deputy General Zhao and the other two felt that the porridge would be delicious just by watching her make it and smelling its fragrance. When the porridge was served, it was still bubbling, all the rice grains were blooming, and the aroma of beef mixed with the aroma of onions and rice, and they all swallowed their saliva.
Use a spoon to scoop a spoonful of rice porridge, the rice porridge is soft and glutinous, with a strong grain aroma.
Eat a piece of beef, the beef is tender and indescribably delicious.
The porridge is very hot and needs to be drunk in small sips. It seems that only in this way can one slowly taste the flavor of the porridge.
After drinking three bowls of porridge, all three of them felt warm all over. If the spicy soup was overbearing and made you feel refreshed, the raw beef porridge was like a warm spring, making you feel comfortable from the inside out.
"This is a good thing. Let them have a taste next time." Deputy General Zhao smacked his lips. He said that his two colleagues, who could not drink as much as he did, were probably still dizzy. If they could drink a bowl of porridge like this...
That's not right, why should we wait until next time
"Can you make me two servings of this porridge so I can take it to the mountain?" he asked Jiang Yunzhu.
"Of course." Jiang Yunzhu said that if he was willing to pay, she could even find someone to take him to the mountain.
Takeout? She can do that!
"Hey, now they have to thank me very much." Deputy General Zhao slapped his thigh and laughed.
Jiang Yunzhu immediately cooked porridge. Afraid that the aroma of the porridge would dissipate on the way, she handed the clay pot to Deputy General Zhao.
Deputy General Zhao did not need the soldiers behind him, and carried two clay pots by himself. His hands were as big as a palm leaf fan, and he carried the two clay pots effortlessly.
The long-faced soldier paid the money and walked up the mountain with his long legs.
He was very quick, and when he reached the top of the mountain and opened the lid of the casserole, he found that the porridge inside was still bubbling.
"Where is this porridge from?" asked a thin deputy general named Li.
"It's definitely not made in our kitchen. Even dogs wouldn't eat it if it were made in our kitchen." said the dark-faced deputy general named Bao.
"Then you eat the food cooked in the kitchen every day, aren't you a dog?" asked the thin Lieutenant General Li with a smile.
As soon as these words came out, all three of them laughed. Then they suddenly stopped laughing. Their heads were hurting because they had drunk too much last night.
"Drink porridge, drink porridge." said Lieutenant General Li.
He took a spoonful of porridge and said, "Brother Zhao, this porridge is good. I have to thank you for bringing us porridge this time."
"What good things have I not thought of for you?" Deputy General Zhao rolled his eyes and said with a smug look on his face.
After a while, two bowls of porridge were finished. Lieutenant Generals Li and Bao felt relaxed all over. They scraped the bottom of the pot with spoons, feeling unsatisfied. It was so delicious! They couldn't get enough!
Chen took the money from the long-faced soldier with a smile on her face.
While packing up, she said to Jiang Yunzhu, "We made too much porridge today. I thought we would leave some left over, but who would have thought that the customer ate three bowls and took two away." Her words were filled with joy at not wasting anything and at having made money.
Jiang Yunzhu actually wanted to say that the extra two bowls were made for the Jiang family. Last night, their family worked until midnight, and got up so early this morning. Everyone only slept for more than three hours, so it was time to have a bowl of beef porridge to replenish their energy.
Forget it, just sell it.
Chen then asked, "What are we going to sell tomorrow morning? Beef porridge, meat pie, or something else?" She now listened to Jiang Yunzhu.
"If there is beef in the town, we can still sell beef porridge." Jiang Yunzhu said. She wanted to drink beef porridge.
Her current business policy is to make spicy soup and oily steamed buns for a long time, which are mainly sold to the people. She will make meat pancakes, beef porridge or other things in turn. She can make whatever she wants, which makes her interesting and customers will find it novel. Why not
They were really lucky today. The meat stall in the town actually had beef again. Jiang Yunzhu bought two pounds and decided to make, well, not raw beef porridge. She suddenly wanted to drink scrambled egg beef porridge.
It was very late at night and Changshi Village was completely silent. Only the lights in the Jiang family's house at the entrance of the village were still on and hot smoke was coming out of the chimney.
On the road not far away, two horses suddenly came galloping over, with two people sitting on them. They were dressed in black and seemed to blend into the night.
Soon they arrived at the entrance of Changshi Village and saw the lights of the Jiang family.
“It smells so good!” Yang Sheng raised his nose and looked towards the Jiang family’s courtyard; his stomach also started to growl.
Shen Fengming also looked towards the Jiang family's yard.
"We've already arrived at Wuling Mine. Why don't we stay here and then slowly find out the news." Yang Sheng suggested.
"I think you want to eat other people's food." Shen Fengming exposed him coldly.
Yang Sheng chuckled, dismounted from his horse, and knocked on the Jiang family’s door.