The whole family is so poor, I rely on the food system to make a fortune every day

what?

All sold out?

Could it be that who is maliciously competing?

This was Song Fubao's first thought.

"But I can book it for you tomorrow. Thanks to you, Fubao, you have figured out a way to eat it. Everyone thinks that you can go back and try it yourself. No, not only can pigs be sold now, but they can also be sold for ten. I have a pair of paper money."

The butcher explained the reason clearly, and Song Fubao understood

Even a little girl like her can make such cheap meat delicious, so it's reasonable for others to want to try it themselves, and it's nothing if she can really cook it.

The main thing is the stewed ingredients. No matter how bad the situation is, it doesn’t matter if you know which spices she uses. There are so many people selling stewed vegetables in modern times. B?

Spices will always be those spices, the ratio of which varies by a thousand miles, plus her 90.00-year-old stew, no matter what, [-]% [-] no one can make it better than her stewed meat .

This business will definitely not be affected.

"Okay, then I'll trouble you uncle, my brother will come to get it from you tomorrow after selling out the tofu!" Song Fubao smiled and shook the worried Grandma Song's wrist. When he saw the pig's small intestine hanging in the corner, he remembered the sausage , hungry.

So she pointed to Zhu Xiaochang again, "Uncle, why don't you sell that intestine to me today?"

Pig small intestines are not inedible, and every household buys them to feed dogs. Although they are not as tasty as pig large intestines, they are not as tasty, so they are sold very cheaply, only three pennies a pair.

If someone else bought it, the butcher wouldn't suspect anything, but the person in front of him is Song Fubao, the one who makes delicious pig intestines.

He bent down and picked up a circle of pig small intestines, smiled, lowered his head, and lowered his voice, "Fubao, do you have any good ideas to make small intestines delicious? How do you do it? Take me, I I can also pay you in silver!"

Song Fubao also smiled, "Let's talk about it after it's done. If you can save fifteen catties of pigs for me every day, I can think about it."

According to the output rate, 10 catties of pig offal marinated meat will cost more than 13 catties, and a little more can be given away or eaten by yourself, so 15 catties is just right.

Adding up other meats to ten catties a day is enough.

As for vegetarian dishes, there are not many dishes at present, and the profit is low. It can be done or not, and the manpower is not enough, so I will talk about it later.

But not everyone is willing to eat cheap food like pig offal, so she can also marinate two chickens to try a higher level of customers.

It's a pity that in this era, according to the law, cows are more valuable than humans, and they cannot be slaughtered at will, otherwise stewed beef can be born.

"Okay, okay, then it's settled. Fifteen catties is about three sets, and two sets of pigs are too much. It's okay. I can find someone to get a little. Come on, Xiaochang won't accept money. Take it. .”

The butcher was overjoyed, as if he had boarded a big boat. He was so happy that he stuffed the small intestine and cut a piece of suet and threw it in Song Youtian's basket.

He personally sent a few people away, but Song Fubao still insisted on giving ten copper coins before asking for something. Song Youtian met the butcher and nodded before leaving.

After buying small intestines, I had to buy other things, so Song Fubao took Grandma Song to other meat stalls to buy ten catties of pork belly and ten catties of third-line pork.

A total of five hundred Wen was spent, but Grandma Song, Grandpa Song and Boss Song were so distressed and happy that they couldn't manage their expressions well.

Sitting in the bullock cart, Uncle Niu also looked at the Song family worriedly, and now he was thinking about how to eat the pigs, and whether their business would be successful?

He has earned a lot of money these days, which is more than a month's work as a waiter in the county. The Song family's business is not good, so is he?

Grandma Song sighed, and Song Fubao grabbed her hand, "Grandma, why are you sighing, even if we tell everyone how to deal with the smell of pig offal, if the food doesn't stink, can others make it delicious? ?”

That's not necessarily true!

But it is also because it may not be impossible.

"Don't worry, grandma. It is impossible for everyone to make the same taste of food. Our stewed meat depends on the ingredients, and it depends on groping again and again. It is not a question of whether pigs can eat or not, I can only say With the material, the soles of the shoes can be delicious, right.”

Song Fubao was relieved again, and the Song family was relieved now, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, too, after so many years, it has been done long ago, so it can be considered possible.

When they are made, they have been selling for a long time, and they are not losing money.

An hour later, the old cow finally arrived at the gate of the Song family with a heavy load. The men of the Song family who were sitting in the yard all ran out in a swarm, dragging Song Fubao in to drink water, helping grandparents carry baskets, and unloading goods.

In a short while, the bullock cart was cleaned up.

After exchanging greetings with Uncle Niu, after Uncle Niu left, the Song family closed the yard door, crowded into the main room and formed a circle, staring at Grandma Song longingly.

It's time to count the silver again, and everyone is gearing up.