Seed dealers in ancient times

What Zheng Jiangting wants to cook is a dish called "Pouch Tenderloin".

But in the case of tasting dishes, just to be on the safe side, the host will not give too many good things, just because the chef's skills are not in place and the expensive ingredients are spoiled.

He originally wanted some minced tenderloin, but the tenderloin does not contain fat, and the meat is tight and elastic. It is the best meat. There are only two of them in a pig, and the price is naturally unambiguous. How can the host let him Serve it as you like, so he can only make do with some fat and lean meat on the side. Although the leftovers are not as good as tenderloin, they are all meat after all, and the effect will not be too bad.

Chop the meat into fine pieces, mix in pepper powder, appropriate amount of salt, finely minced green onion and ginger, and stir until you can smell the aroma.After the stuffing is ready, the next step is the skin.

Tea is served in Fuyue Zhai, and cakes are indispensable for drinking tea. The cakes in the store have been made for many years, and they have become a remarkable food on Dongjie Street. Because of this, the store not only has cooking The pots and pans for making pastry are very complete in terms of guys.

Zheng Jiang chose a small pot, similar to a modern frying pan. I don't know if it was originally used for pancakes or other things. In short, he caught his eye and it is perfect for spreading egg skins.

He turned off the fire in the stove, and only some coals were left to heat the pot.

These days there is no natural gas or electricity, so controlling the heat is the most difficult step in spreading the egg skin. If the fire is too high, the egg skin will be old, and if the fire is too small, the egg skin will not be ready for a long time, but it must be handled in advance. After the stove was turned on, the skin spread out pretty well.

There is some rice soup in the egg liquid, the egg skin is not as golden as fried eggs, the color is much lighter, and it is very tender at first glance.

When the egg liquid was heated and gradually formed, Zheng Jiangting slowly glued the corners together, and when it was out of the pot, it became a small pocket with only an open mouth, and then squeezed the prepared minced meat into balls and put it in the pocket , and then choose thin strips of vegetables that have been watered and have a certain degree of toughness as a rope to tie the mouth of the egg bag, and a small purse is formed.

It was just a test dish, and he was not greedy for too much. He cooked five in a row according to the method just now, and he could serve a small plate.

The finished purse can be steamed or fried. Zheng Jiangting chose steaming to save fuel.Steaming is also fast, there is a ready-made steamer that is heating up, and it only takes a quarter of an hour to put it in.

Zheng Jiang stopped for a while, and was thinking of finding Liao Jianzhang, who had disappeared after scolding the waiter, to come back to taste the dishes, but unexpectedly, the man walked over from the front hall with wide strides, as if he had ordered something.

Liao Jianzhang shouted from a distance: "Is it all right?"

Zheng Jiang stopped to uncover the steamer and brought out the steamed dishes while they were still hot. The people in the back kitchen stretched their necks to get closer to have a look, but they were scolded again.

Liao Jianzhang held his neck with his hands behind his back, and he was not very interested in the dishes that Zheng Jiang ordered. A home cook who had neither worked in a big restaurant nor had any experience as a helper, it was really difficult for him to arouse his interest, so he just glanced at the dishes. After the cutscene, it would be considered a big deal of Yunrong's face to chase people away. When the time comes, he will call the brother-in-law who cooks in Changlong Restaurant over, and there will be no shortage of people in the back kitchen.

However, when the cover of the plate was lifted, a smell of eggs and meat came out, and five exquisite and small purses were arranged on the plate in a regular manner. Regardless of the taste, the appearance alone had an overwhelming advantage in terms of hue. At first glance Seeing Zheng Jiang stop being extravagant, cooking is not like a chef's skill at all, but he didn't expect to be able to make something decent.

Liao Jianzhang leaned forward with great interest and looked at the dishes carefully. Speaking of which, he has worked in this industry for many years. From the waiter to today's manager, he has seen a lot in the world, and he can't see where it is. dishes.

"Beautiful! This dish is exquisite, I don't know where it came from?"

Zheng Jiang stopped seeing Liao Jianzhang's arrogance and humility, and he knew that this dish was on the heart, but it was also in his expectation. It is said that the purse tenderloin is a court dish of a certain dynasty. Dishes from aristocratic families are suddenly placed in private restaurants, why not attract attention.

He gave a brief introduction with mixed truths: "I used to be a peddler. I traveled all over the world and saw food in many places. I made this dish by mixing some things that I thought were good."

"Very good, very good!"

Liao Jianzhang couldn't wait to stretch out his chopsticks. The egg buns were tender and the meatballs were delicious. Because they were steamed, there was still juice in the pouch, and his taste buds were satisfied with one bite.Not only the taste, but the wonderful thing is that this is a new dish, a new dish with exquisite style, completely tailor-made for Fu Yuezhai.

He completely forgot the idea of ​​bringing his brother-in-law over, and said directly: "Master Xiao Zheng will come to work tomorrow."

With such a sentence, Zheng Jiangting knew that the errand was safe, and he could talk about anything about the errand, and Zou Yun would be happy if he knew about it.

Then the two discussed the wages. After a lot of tossing about the time of work, it was noon in the blink of an eye, and the business of Fuyuezhai also came. Zheng Jiangting knew that staying at an inappropriate time would disturb Liao Jianzhang's reception of guests, so he took the initiative to go first leave.

He went out from the back door of Fuyue Zhai, and he was quite relaxed. There was a narrow alley outside, and the sound of the pipa on the second floor could be heard very clearly in the alley, as if they were congratulating him.He looked up and saw that the upstairs window was open, and belatedly wondered if Brother Xian was sitting by the window playing the pipa. After standing for a while, after the pipa was finished, a few coughs really answered him. guess.

I don't know when Brother Xian will leave work. Today, I was able to negotiate the errand smoothly, thanks to his recommendation, and I thank him for coming.

Just as he was thinking, a shout suddenly sounded from upstairs: "Brother Zheng."

Zheng Jiang stopped his consciousness and raised his head. Brother Xian poked his head out halfway and was looking at him from the window: "Is there an agreement?"

He raised his eyebrows and smiled, nodded.

The people upstairs were stunned for a moment. They knew that the steward would treat him a little bit, but Zheng Jiang stopped to get the job done unexpectedly. You must know that the cooks of Fuyuezhai are all well-known in Jincheng. As for the character, Zheng Jiang was able to stay, it seems that he still has two points of ability in him, and a smile was dyed on his brows: "Brother Zheng, wait for me for a while."

After finishing speaking, within a short while, brother Xian came out from the back door: "Brother Zheng is going back? Why don't we go together?"

Zheng Jiang stopped and looked upstairs again: "Are you off work now?"

Chu Xian said: "At this time, most of the guests have gone to have lunch, and there are few people drinking tea and listening to music. I stay around the store and have nothing to do. It's better to go back first."

He has a set number of guests to receive every day, when he was in better health, he could receive four or five groups of guests, but now that he has caught the wind and cold, he has reduced the number of guests by half.

Fu Yuezhai was more or less displeased, the guest ordered him to compose, but he couldn't accept the guest, Fu Yuezhai had to reject the guest on his behalf, which inevitably dampened the interest of the guest and only increased some complaints.But even so, Fu Yuezhai couldn't do anything to embarrass him. First, he didn't take Fu Yuezhai's money, but directly collected rewards from guests. Second, he was well-known in Jincheng, and many guests came here to give Fu Yue Zhai brought business, so Fu Yuezhai's people gave him some noodles.

In addition, the fact that he rarely receives customers is not only due to his poor health. There are many young brothers and girls like him who make a living as a performer in Fuyuezhai. He always has to leave opportunities for others to beg for food. If they are all taken up and other people's rations are cut off, it will inevitably cause some disputes.

"By the way, Brother Zheng, did Guanshi Liao say how much he will pay you?"

Zheng Jiangting didn't intend to hide it from him, and said bluntly: "Six qian silver per month, let's start with a small chef."

The salary of the little chef is not as good as that of the chef, and the main errands are given to the chef. He became a monk halfway, and he had no experience as a cook before. Guozao specializes in cooking this dish, and will help with the rest of the spare time.

Zheng Jiangting knew in his heart, in fact, his own cooking is not very good, it is more novelty and Fu Yuezhai's appetite, in short, he has never planned to be a cook forever, he still prefers his original job, after all, in In modern times, he is also equivalent to a salesman.

Right now, he's looking for an errand to do, and when his life stabilizes and improves, he will look for the season to sow the seeds in the space, and then he will worry about not having enough food and earning money.

In short, he is satisfied with the current results.

Zheng Jiang stopped and made plans for the future, there was light in his eyes, and there was a spirit of wind between his brows.Chu Xian understood and looked sideways, only to feel that the people around him were completely different from those in the past. Today he saw Zheng Jiang stop arguing with Xiaoer, and he was articulate. He was not like the submissive little peddler who only talked about people in secret. , really life and death will change a person.

He was about to congratulate Zheng Jiang and stopped for a few words, but he couldn't help coughing again.

Zheng Jiang stopped when he heard the sound, and saw Chu Xian's coughing eyes were red, he subconsciously wanted to be obedient to others, but then remembered that he was a little brother, and the two were not close to each other, so he put his hands away dryly Going back, seeing that he was still holding a huge pipa, he was a little out of breath, and said instead: "Go slowly, give me the pipa."

The little brother didn't answer, Zheng Jiangting didn't know what people were thinking, he just felt that the beautiful eyes were staring at him, making him don't know where to put his eyes, so he simply stared at the pipa, stretched out his hand I wanted to take it, but suddenly remembered that I hadn't got the owner's permission, so I had to withdraw my hand.

Whether Chu Xian was stretched out and retracted by him, amused by the repeated movements several times, the weak voice was full of jokes: "Brother Zheng, my pipa is not hot."

Zheng Jiangting was laughed at by the teenager, and couldn't help blushing. He took the pipa and put it under his armpit, and stepped forward in two concealed steps: "I see that the front seems to be very lively, go and have a look."

Chu Xian raised her eyebrows and followed with a smile.

Out of the East Street in the front is Wangmin Street, a street belonging to ordinary people. The shops on this street are mostly furnished with shops in the front and houses in the back. The area is small, with only one floor. There are everything for food and clothing, and the price is relatively affordable.

Although the shops on Wangmin Street are not big, the street is quite wide. There are many small vendors with their stalls in the middle of the road. During the day, one road is divided into two. close.

Just as Zheng Jiangting walked into the street, a big hen belonging to a peddler broke free from the straw ropes on his feet and flew up, with feathers flying all over the place, and rushed straight towards him, looking as if he was about to land on it. On the pipa, he dodged sideways and grabbed the chicken's neck with his backhand.

Seeing the chicken being subdued, the peddler who was chasing after him breathed a sigh of relief, and thanked him again and again: "Thank you little brother, thank you little brother!"

Zheng Jiang stopped to return the chicken, but the peddler let out an exclamation, and his thanks immediately turned into mourning: "Oh my chicken, why are you rolling your eyes."

The peddler put the hen on the ground. The chicken staggered a couple of times while standing up, fell to the ground, and never moved again.

Zheng Jiangting's eyes widened in shock, and he touched Ci'er just as he touched the chicken.

The peddler also blushed anxiously: "This... this... little brother, look, what's going on."

Zheng Jiang stopped to support his forehead: "But it flew over first. If I didn't catch it, it might break my pipa."

"But my big hen is out of breath now, how can I sell this!"

Chu Xian squeezed away some onlookers and went in: "What's wrong?"

The peddler had a mournful face, and he didn't dare to say harsh words when he saw Zheng Jiang's stature, he was afraid of admitting bad luck, but seeing the frail little brother who rushed over, he suddenly became enlightened again.

The little brother is well dressed, although he can’t see his face clearly, but his figure and eyebrows alone reveal the appearance of an ordinary person. The clothes of the two are simple and the other is beautiful. Although the contrast is large, standing together feels a bit strange Deng is right, not to mention that the men are helping the little brother to hold the pipa, obviously they are a couple.

He recognized this fact, and felt that a man should love his little brother very much, otherwise, how could he be willing to give all the good things to his little brother, but he himself did nothing special.

After finding the right direction, he will definitely sell his big hen today.

"Little brother, I am an old hen that lays eggs. The eggs laid by ordinary hens are a whole circle larger than those laid by ordinary hens."

Zheng Jiangting: "Even if the eggs it usually lays are as big as goose eggs, they can't lay them now."

The peddler refused to give up, and looked at Brother Xian beside him: "Although the old hen can no longer lay eggs, this free-range chicken stew is the best for health, why don't you buy it back and stew it in a pot, that's okay." Take care of your husband. Look at how weak your little husband is, if you don’t take good care of him, if you feel uncomfortable, you are the one who is worried.”

"He is not……"

The peddler didn't wait for Zheng Jiang to stop his sophistry, and rushed to say: "You can have a baby when your body is well-raised. I heard that eating more old hens can give birth to a son."

Zheng Jiangting almost breathed a sigh of relief: "What kind of son is born!"

"Naturally, the little husband is beautiful, and it's the same if you give birth to a girl or a girl. Eat more chicken soup, and it's best to give birth to the same child."

"He's not my husband, hey...it's not me who said, how can you old man say that you drink chicken soup and have a son."

The peddler's eyes were wide open, and he also felt that Zheng Jiangting was a little stupid. He didn't even recognize his husband because he didn't want to buy chickens. To take a step back, even if he saw that it was really not a husband and wife, look at the little brother. He has a charming face, can play music, and can gain some verbal advantages from others. He is so happy to be a man, he just wants to wring his neck and say no.

The aunt who was watching the excitement from the side said: "Young man, don't believe me. My daughter-in-law has not had children for two years after she entered the house. After eating a lot of folk remedies, it didn't work. After all, she still ate old hens every now and then. The foundation is solid." It’s really well-raised, and a big fat boy was born at the beginning of this year.”

Surrounded by a group of elderly grandpas and aunts who were originally watching the excitement, the conversation about passing on the family line was like a stone thrown into the lake to stir up a thousand waves.

"Pluck the three longest hairs from the rooster's tail, tie them together with the man's hair and nails, wrap them in a red cloth and put them under the little brother's quilt, so that they can give birth to a son."

"You can't do this, after all, it's better to eat more green vegetables..."

Zheng Jiangting's face turned blue and red, and he was really ashamed and angry. When he was at a loss and didn't know what to do, the corner of his clothes was suddenly pulled. He turned his head and saw Chu Xian raised his chin outward.

He understood, and while everyone was arguing, he stuffed thirty cents into the peddler's hand, grabbed the hen, and the two of them got out in the chaos.

After leaving Wangmin Street, we soon arrived at Qingwu Lane. Unlike the street outside, the alley was much more deserted. It suddenly became quiet, and after the previous encounter, the two of them were silent and did not speak.

Zheng Jiangting was about to speak, but Chu Xian asked him first: "Why did you also buy this chicken?"

"This..." Zheng Jiangting was holding a hen in one hand and a pipa in the other, rather funny: "Don't get me wrong, it's indeed an old hen. It's good to take it home to make soup. Mother's health is not very good. Give it to me." The old man will make up for it, and if she doesn't buy it, the peddler will pester her and won't let her go."

Chu Xian responded: "Look at the weight is not small, it is worth buying thirty coins."

Zheng Jiang nodded, and seemed to think of something: "...don't take what they said just now."

Chu Xian suddenly stopped in his tracks and clicked his tongue. He raised his chin and looked at Zheng Jiangting. His eyes were full of doubts, and his voice was mellow: "Don't take what Mr. Zheng and Fulang said to heart, or you don't need folk remedies. Don't worry if you have a son?"

Zheng Jiangting's ears felt hot, and his face was about to turn red, so he hurriedly avoided Chu Xian's seemingly innocent and playful eyes, and after a moment of silence, he passed the pipa over: "We're here, go back quickly."

Chu Xian looked at the man who was leaving without turning his head at the door, with the corners of his mouth upturned: "Brother Zheng, your complexion is not very good, you should take a good rest when you go back."

Zheng Jiangting's back stiffened, and the courtyard door was slammed shut.

The smile on Chu Xian's face couldn't be hidden. He realized that Zheng Jiangting's face was too thin, and he couldn't even stand the teasing in a few words. What kind of wife should he ask for in the future.