Pampered Pastoral: Orion’s Delicious Little Lady

Faced with the man's questioning and strange gaze, Song Lihua was unambiguous.

She tilted her head, spread her hands in a compromising manner, and said, "Well, since you are the first customer, I will give you one. You can try it first and see how it tastes. How do you like it?"

"for free?"

Song Lihua nodded: "No money."

The man gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "Then I choose to believe you."

The stinky tofu itself has been fried. Now it only needs to be fried again, mixed with the prepared sauce, and it is ready to serve.

Song Lihua picked up six pieces of stinky tofu with chopsticks, put them into the oil pan with an iron colander.

As soon as the stinky tofu comes into contact with the hot oil, it immediately makes a pleasant frying sound.

She held the handle of the colander with one hand, and used the other hand to use long bamboo chopsticks to pick up the pieces of stinky tofu in the oil pan. Seeing that the time was almost up, she picked up the colander and shook it a few times.

The tempting odor filled the air again. Song Lihua put the deep-fried stinky tofu in a large bowl, added the secret sauce and various side dishes, put it in a ceramic bowl and handed it to the first person. customer.

She worked really quickly, and no movement was redundant.

Seeing that someone really complained about buying this stinky thing, many people stood not far away with their noses covered, just to see the person's expression after eating stinky tofu.

Did you spit it out on the spot? Or will this thing be smashed into Mrs. Song’s stall?

The burgers and cold skins sold by Miss Song had a very good reputation in the past, but this time I am afraid they will fall apart!

The guest took the ceramic bowl and chopsticks handed over by Song Lihua, and felt that the stench of stinky tofu kept getting into his nose, and seemed to be lingering in his internal organs.

His hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly. After countless mental struggles, he gently picked up a piece of stinky tofu and stuffed it into his mouth as if he was dead.

"Hey, he ate it, he ate it!"

"Oh my God, can he still eat it when it's so smelly? He's really a strong man!"

"Oh my god, are you going to spit this out?"

"Look, he's chewing, yuck!"

"..."

The person who stopped stared directly at the person's face and movements, for fear of missing any subtle expression.

Unexpectedly, the eater not only did not spit it out, but instead picked up piece after piece of stinky tofu with his chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth. In the end, he drank all the stinky tofu soup from the bowl.

Everyone: "..."

"Crispy, delicious, and quite chewy. This stinky tofu really makes you want to puke when you smell it. It tastes crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. It's salty and fresh, and it's both smelly and fragrant. It's really wonderful!"

The customer took the bowl and put it on the chopping board of the stall, smacked his lips and said, "Mrs. Song, have another one, and I'll pay for it!"

Song Lihua curled her lips and saw many people standing behind her, seemingly hesitant.

She raised her eyebrows happily and raised her voice. It seemed that she was talking to the brave warrior in front of her who dared to try. In fact, she was also talking to the group of people behind who had not made up their minds: "A portion of stinky tofu costs twelve copper coins. It’s two copper coins cheaper to bring your own bowl, which is the same as Liangpi. There’s no limit to the stinky tofu, until it’s sold out every day.”

After a pause, Song Lihua seemed to remember something again. She raised her hand and pointed at the restaurant behind her with her long bamboo chopsticks, and added: "My restaurant will open soon, and there will be more fresh things on offer. I hope everyone can come." Come and watch the excitement every time."