Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

Yuchi Baoqi added glutinous rice flour to the flour, added water and started kneading the dough until the entire dough was smooth and round, lying on the chopping board. The elder brother who was watching from the side pointed at the dough and nodded frequently.

"Yes, yes, I think my mother is doing it right."

Yuchi Baoqi rolled the dough into a long strip, picked off each small portion, picked up the minced meat filling and smelled it.

"No, you can't put onions and ginger. If you make it like this and put it through the high temperature of the frying pan, it will smell like rotten onions, which will make you tired of eating it."

"Slowly fry shallots, scallions, and ginger slices in oil until they become dry and slightly black. This is the refining oil. When mixing the stuffing, add the water in which the onions and ginger have been soaked to drive the water into the stuffing. , so that the meat filling will be delicious and juicy.”

Yuchi Baoqi started to make the dumplings with a spoon in one hand and a spoon in the other. Although the filling was a bit bad, it was better than nothing.

After making the dumplings, they were handed over to the stall owner for frying. Yuchi Baoqi started making the dough sticks. The stall owner watched Yuchi Baoqi's technique while frying the dumplings.

The fried dumplings were placed on a bamboo rack to drain the oil. Yuchi Baoqi explained to the stall owner how to make fried dough sticks, and the stall owner even tried it himself.

After one lesson, Yuchi Baoqi received eight fried dough sticks, five fried dumplings, and a one-yuan banknote as a gift from the stall owner.

Li Shimin took the fried dough sticks and stuffed them into his mouth to chew. He was already hungry after walking all the way. As soon as the fried dough sticks entered his mouth, the aroma of flour mixed with the aroma of soybean oil entered his mouth. The crispy appearance concealed a soft, hollow interior.

Yuchi Baoqi took the fried dough sticks and went to the pancake stall, and handed a one-dollar banknote to the stall owner: "A pancake, roll this fried dough stick into it for me. Thank you."

The owner of this pancake stall has long been curious about what these fried dough sticks are. It seems that this young man went to the stall next door to make them.

"Little brother, my brother gave you these pancakes to eat. What are these fried dough sticks?"

Yuchi Baoqi handed over the fried dough sticks: "Then let me exchange the fried dough sticks for pancakes. This is the food I came up with. I exchanged money and some food with the stall next door. If you need it, you can ask him to buy it."

The stall owner nodded and made a pancake with smooth movements. Yuchi Baoqi directed the stall owner: "Roll the fried dough sticks in, brush more sauce on it, wrap it up and cut it in half."

Yuchi Baoqi took two halves of pancakes and found Li Shimin who was stuffing fried dumplings: "Eat some of this, this is the most filling."

The two stall owners started communicating, and they didn't know how to set the price for a while, so they came to Yuchi Baoqi.

Yuchi Baoqi, who was showing off her pancakes, was unexpectedly slapped on the back and almost choked: "What's wrong?"

Yuchi Baoqi, who learned the purpose of the two people's visit, was thinking while eating pancakes: "There are two ways, one is to bring guests to each other. The advantage of this method is that no one has to pay, but the disadvantage is that the guests have to move back and forth."

"When a customer comes to the fried dumpling stall and asks how to eat the fried dough sticks, you just tell them to roll them into pancakes and eat them. If the customer buys fried dough sticks, he must go to the next stall to make pancakes to eat."

"Guests at the pancake stall will definitely ask what they are when they see someone bringing fried dough sticks to spread pancakes. Do you understand what I mean?"

The two of them had a sudden flash of inspiration, and Yuchi Baoqi struck again while the iron was hot: "The other option is to buy the fried dough sticks directly from the pancake stall, and you have to give him some discounts from the fried dumpling stall. After all, he buys in large quantities, so you can give him some discounts." You know everything."

Li Shimin ate pancakes and echoed: "Why don't you all try it? Try the first method for seven days, try the second method too, and see which one is better."

After eating and drinking enough, the water bottle on his body was also filled with cold boiled water. There were also a lot of fried dough sticks wrapped in oil paper in his backpack. They were all fried and crooked defective products. It didn't affect eating anyway, so Yuchi Baoqi just decided to eat them all. It was taken.

The twenty-mile journey was not as far as they imagined. Yuchi Baoqi and Li Shimin finally arrived at Qili Town. Unlike other towns, Qili Town had no borders in any sense.

There wasn't even an earthen wall, and there was no need to even think about the city gate. Various vendors and salesmen carry burdens and push carts on both sides of the main road in the center of the town, and the sound of selling is endless.

Li Shimin lamented the vitality of the town. Many people were sitting on the sidewalks along the street, with a large number of delicacies placed in front of them, such as dried fungus, shiitake mushrooms, and hazel mushrooms.

"Why don't I see any electric cars? Haven't they been sold here yet?"

Yuchi Baoqi stretched out: "We don't sell electric cars here. The battery capacity of electric cars will slowly decline as the temperature gets lower. The winter in the North is too cold, so you have to use a fuel car."

"Currently, the production and assembly of minivans and mobility scooters have begun here in Northland. It is estimated that next year we will see cars all over the streets."

Li Shimin was very curious: "How much is it?"

Yuchi Baoqi spread his hands: "Remove all non-essential parts, such as the tape player in my car, and then use the cheapest engineering plastics for the interior. If the leather is durable, the price of a car should be More than two hundred taels."

"There will be a social survey at that time, and Baoli Commercial Bank will price based on the economic situation in the region. Don't worry."

Yuchi Baoqi suddenly put his backpack at Li Shimin's feet: "Wait, lunch is here again."

Li Shimin saw Yuchi Baoqi rushing into the crowd in front of him. Li Shimin picked up the backpack on the ground and followed him. The crowd surrounded him three levels inside and three outside.

"Tell me, if you don't hire a butcher to kill a pig, you won't be able to hold it down."

"Are you not looking for it? I don't know where all the pig butchers in this town have gone. It only costs a few dollars to hire a pig butcher. This restaurant needs to use this pork. How do you do it! How do you do it!"

Yuchi Baoqi looked at the pig-killing tools placed aside. They were all complete, but at a glance they were brand new. There was no blood on any of them, so they should have been purchased newly.

"You said you want to run a restaurant, and I'll do it. The salary is a meal, and you can order whatever you want, and you can eat whatever you want, how about that?"

Among the people who were struggling to hold down the pig, the steward who had just spoken was holding the pig's head: "Okay, you can eat whatever you want. You should cook it quickly! I can't hold it anymore!"

Yuchi Baoqi pulled out a slender sharp knife more than three inches long from a pile of knives. He held down the pig's head with one hand and stabbed it gently into the pig's heart. He made a three-sided knife incision and kicked the wooden basin over.

The pig's blood began to gush out along the edge of the knife, and all flowed into the wooden basin. Yuchi Baoqi very elegantly put the sharp knife back into the pile of pig-killing tools, and picked out two more hooks.

The hook hooked the pig's hind legs, and Yuchi Baoqi lifted the whole pig up with great force. This huge force made the people watching the excitement applaud and cheer.

The blood of the hanging pigs had been drained. Yuchi Baoqi then took a smaller sharp knife to open up the pigs, took out the pig's internal organs, and put them away in pots.

Three strokes and five divisions divide two, just like a butcher undressing an ox. A pig that was struggling violently just now has now become a pig's head, spine, streaks, plum blossoms, butt tips, chops, ribs, hooves, elbows... ..