Generals take care of their children: The master mother leads the system to farm

In Li County, Wanjia Restaurant.

In the kitchen, the rich aroma of brine is wafting out.

In the middle of winter, Li Ping was already busy sweating inside. He fished out half a bright red pig's hind leg from the brine, placed it on the chopping board, and in a few moments, he had cut a plate of brine meat.

He cut several plates in a row before taking the tea bowl handed to him by a boy of about seventeen or eighteen next to him and took a few sips of tea.

"I'll take a break, you come on! Cut a few portions of the pork offal platter, cut two portions of the pork head, and keep an eye on the heat in the other pot of braised duck, it will be ready soon. The people who placed orders yesterday are all waiting outside to pick it up."

The young man agreed honestly, holding the knife and operating it skillfully, but his mouth was not so honest, "Dad, you are too easy to talk to. 3% of the bonus, you give it to me as soon as you say it. I feel painful just thinking about it. No matter how rare the recipe is, you need to pay more money. If ten taels is not enough, then a hundred taels. If a hundred taels is not enough, then we can grit our teeth and give her a thousand taels! Do you have to give up the bonus?"

As long as this braised dish is on the menu of their Wanjia Restaurant during her lifetime, Madam Li can just lie at home and wait for death every day, and her family will help her earn money to spend!

Oh, this day is so beautiful, he is jealous!

Li Ping grabbed the wet rag on the stove and threw it at his short-sighted younger son.

"Is the meat delicious? Huh?"

The knife that was cutting the meat paused, "Delicious!"

"I'll give you one thousand taels and ask you to sell this recipe. Are you willing to do that?

Madam Li is not stupid! If this recipe can be bought with money, you can stand outside the Wanjia Restaurant and yell a few times, and then, even the Fulai Inn that is about to go bankrupt will pay you a thousand taels to buy it. Believe it or not! It's as if you are the only one with a thousand taels!! "

Li Ping was very disappointed with his son. He said, "I told you to study and learn, but you insisted on becoming a peddler. After working as a peddler for only a few days, you returned to the village to farm with your great grandfather.

Farming? Did you grow any crops during the two years of drought?

I don't think you have half the cleverness of your brother."

Li Haichuan retorted with a lack of confidence, "Dad, you always like to bring up old issues. Who can you blame for natural disasters and man-made disasters? It's not just me who can't grow crops. Great grandfather's family and our family have dozens of acres of land in total, and we can't grow crops either."

Li Ping glanced at the lazy boy, and finally couldn't bear to blame him. Apart from being a little bit out of tune, the child was still quite filial.

Wang Dahu, who had just started work today, came to the kitchen to serve dishes and passed on a message, "Boss, someone in the front hall wants to order a lot of braised pork legs from the restaurant and wants to know if it can be delivered to your house on time tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Li Ping took off his apron and threw it to Li Haichuan, "I'll stop here. I'll leave these two pots in the kitchen to you. Watch out, don't let that screwdriver get in."

Li Haichuan agreed obediently. From yesterday until now, as long as the restaurant was open, there were many people in the front hall and back kitchen who wanted to sneak in to see the new things.

The taste of this meat dish gives everyone who has eaten it a new experience of "eating meat".

Most of the people who come to the front hall are old and familiar customers who come to see what's going on. As for the people in the back alley, there are bound to be people from several restaurants on this street who smell the food and send people over to check it out.

Li Haichuan threw a piece of fragrant meat into his mouth and began his busy work as a chef.

The chef who was invited to be in charge of other menus was in the kitchen next door, sniffing and smacking his lips from time to time.

This tastes really good.

By the time Li Ping in the front hall had sent off several waves of customers who had ordered various types of braised meat, he was grinning from ear to ear.

The stew pot was on fire all day yesterday.

I prepared two stewed pots today. The group of people who had eaten there yesterday came back again today and brought a lot of orders from other people.

Twenty packets of marinade, how can they last for several days?

He wondered whether he should go to Lushui Village in advance to find Madam Li and see if he could pick up the goods earlier?

The vegetables were also very popular and would probably be enough to last until tomorrow. That was because he rejected the idea of ​​regular customers buying a few pounds to take home as a feast for their families, so that there would be enough vegetables to last until tomorrow.

This has directly led to a large number of families coming to the restaurant to dine in today.

There were not enough private rooms on the second and third floors of the restaurant, and they were all reserved by servants from various households before lunch time.

The last time there was such a large flow of customers was when the son of a wealthy family in the east of the city passed the imperial examination and hosted a three-day banquet for his guests here.

He couldn't help but think more and more. This was still the northern region. If his Wang family's restaurants outside the northern region also had this marinated menu to maintain their reputation, or if they opened a few restaurants in the southern region...

No, he had to write a letter to his eldest son and ask him to come back.

Who knows, in the near future, he might be the best at making brine in the Great Yan Dynasty.

Li Ping, with great excitement, made himself a pot of good tea and went into his own private room.

In the front hall, Wang Dahu, who was moving among the guests, looked at Li Ping's happy face and had an idea in mind.

Li Changle's braising recipe has successfully unveiled the food market of the people of Li County.

After lunch, there were still some guests who wanted to listen to books in the restaurant.

After Li Ping and Wang Dahu finished their work, they took him to the back kitchen yard and gave him some instructions. They then asked him to return to Lushui Village two hours in advance to tell Li Changle a few words.

In this way, Wang Dahu followed Li Ping's instructions, worked for half a day and then set off on the road back to the village.

In his arms was a dozen coins of tip money given to him by the guests in the front hall today.

The waitress serving in the private room upstairs told Wang Dahu happily that today was the day she received the most tips since she started working at Wanjia Restaurant.

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Next to the Li family courtyard, everyone has cleared out a large area of ​​stone ground with small gravel and residual snow.

There were eight villagers who came to help. Except for a short rest at noon, they spent most of the day digging ditches.

Li Changle got up early and stewed a pot of pheasant and pork tripe soup, which was milky white.

I packed one portion and sent it to Hu Yue Niang, and used the rest to make chicken noodle soup for lunch.

Several people had a hearty meal and sweat broke out on their foreheads.

Ouyang Siyuan touched his full belly and said with a smile: "If sister-in-law can always provide me with food and shelter, then I will stay and help you farm!"

Li Changle: "Then I'm at a huge loss. If I serve you like this every day, the mountain will collapse."

Looking at the entire Lushui Village, who would dare to build like this?

This pot of chicken soup cost her a pheasant and a pig's stomach.

There is no pork tripe in stock, but there are still some pheasants and rabbits.

Li Changle cooked a big pot of brown rice porridge for the people outside the yard and put chopped sweet potatoes in it. When it was done, the porridge had a sweet sweet potato flavor.

She carried the pot out of the yard and placed it on the cleared space, and asked everyone to go back to their homes to get their bowls and chopsticks, eat something hot while it was hot, and then go back to work after eating.

The main reason was that her family didn't have enough bowls and chopsticks, and even adding three or four sets was still not enough.

As a result, everyone brought their bowls and chopsticks, but when they smelled the sweet porridge in the bowls, they all looked at each other in confusion, wondering what kind of food was this?

Including Hu Chunshan who shamelessly asked Li Changle for permission to scoop a bowl back to offer to Hu Dexian.

It's sweet and sticky and melts in your mouth.

Although this is a precious item, Madam Li even took it out to entertain this group of rough people.

If it was an ordinary food, he had never heard of it in his entire life.