What could be wrong with the salted fish attack?

On the other side, Jing Mo, who returned home after dinner, also welcomed today's first guest.

The mayor is here.

Jing Mo opened the door to let him in, intending to make tea to greet him, but the village head waved his hand, and the two stood in the moonlit yard and talked: "I just came to tell you that my family will be able to finish planting the rice seedlings tomorrow." .”

Jing Mo nodded: "Then make an appointment the day after tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll let them know tomorrow night."

"Let them come to lunch."

"Okay." The words had already been delivered, and the village head didn't stay any longer, so he said goodbye and went home.

Jing Mo also went to the kitchen and mixed the leftovers with rice bran powder to feed the chickens and ducks.

After raising them for a long time, even the ducks became heavier.

But the four or five catties of ducks have no meat after plucking their feathers. Jing Mo doesn't plan to slaughter them so soon, and plans to raise them for another period of time.

After finishing all this, Jing Mo took a bath and rested.

I have to wake up early tomorrow and go to town.

......

Early the next morning, Jingmo still walked to the town.

He didn't have breakfast this time, and he didn't want to eat steamed buns. He saw that the wontons on the side of the road were selling well, so he decided to have breakfast there.

There are ten wontons in a bowl, each of which has thin skin and lots of stuffing. Although it lacks seaweed or dried shrimp to enhance the freshness, the soup base is good and the taste is good. One bowl is not full. Jingmo called for another bowl and gave [-] at the checkout. Wen, just leave.

When he came back to town, his main purpose was to go to the restaurant to order a table of dishes.

Although most people are invited to dinner at home, Jing Mo really doesn't want to spend so much time preparing so many dishes to invite more than ten people to dinner.

Troublesome and tiring.

But there is no rush to order food, so Jing Mo went to the pork stall to buy meat first, and asked the boss which restaurant was good by the way.

When the boss was cutting the meat, he heard him ask this question, so he shared what he knew: "Go to Sanshizhai, there is a lot of food."

For farmers, they only pay attention to the quantity, and Jing Mo understands: "How does it taste?"

"The craftsmanship is good. It's a time-honored brand. Anyone who wants to order banquets around here will order from him." The boss said while chopping the ribs.

This time, Jingmo didn't want much, just a few catties of pork belly.

But the boss is still smiling.

Jing Mo gave the money, took the meat, and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, come again." The boss took the money and sent him off with a smile.

Jing Mo carried the meat and walked around again. The family ran out of eggs and had to buy some.

Coincidentally, I ran into the old man who sold the chicken cubs last time.

It's just that the old man only sells eggs this time.

Jing Mo carried the meat, knelt down and asked him, "Old man, how many eggs do you have?"

The old man squinted his cloudy eyes and looked at him for a long time, as if he remembered him: "It's you, young man."

Jing Mo smiled and said, "It's me, you still remember."

"Remember, you are so handsome, but you didn't bring a basket?" The old man smiled and said, "I don't have so many baskets to sell to you."

"I have something to pack, you click on how many there are here, I want them all."

"Okay, you wait." The old man counted the eggs, carefully took them out and put them on the ground, counting them one by one: "There are twenty, do you want so many? The weather is hot, and the eggs are not durable."

Ordinary families are also reluctant to eat every meal, and the elderly are afraid that he will spoil it if he is put away.

"It's okay, I want it all, or a penny?" Jing Mo took out the money bag, counted twenty copper coins, and waited for the old man to nod before handing over the money: "Give me this basket, I will send it over later here you are."

The old man only thought that his home was nearby, and asked, "How long do you want?"

"Soon, you wait here for a while."

The old man nodded before Jing Mo dared to pick up the basket. As he walked back and forth, the old man only looked at it for a while, then lowered his head and put away the copper coin Jing Mo had given him.

Jing Mo found an empty corner, put all the eggs into the ring, and then turned back.

It's really fast, it doesn't take half an hour before and after.

"Thank you."

The old man took the basket and shook his head: "Thank you for your youngster, how is your little chick doing?"

"It's good, it's grown up a lot."

"That's good, I forgot to tell you last time, you can feed some rice bran."

"Okay." Jing Mo didn't explain too much.

The old man nodded, the eggs were sold out, and he was going to close the stall and go home.

After the eggs are bought, Jing Mo is also ready to order food.

The last time I visited Jingmo in the town, I had the impression that Sanshizhai is located in the center of Wuyang Street, which is a bustling area, surrounded by teahouses and bookstores, and Sanshizhai is a splendid high-rise building with two floors.

Jing Mo entered inside. At this time, the morning market had just passed, and there were only a few scattered customers in the building.

When the reception staff at the front door saw Jing Mo, they surrounded him: "Guest officer, what do you want to eat?"

"Anything?"

"That depends on whether you want small dishes or big dishes."

"What is this?" It wasn't Jing Mozhuang, but he really didn't understand, after all, it was the first time he entered the restaurant here.

"Small dishes are also called quick stir-fries, which are stir-fried green vegetables and the like. Big dishes are the signature of my building..." The guy was very familiar, and he opened his mouth to report the names of several dishes. Jing Mo couldn't hear clearly, so he had to interrupt Him: "Is there no menu?"

"Menu?" The guy thought for a while: "But you can't hear what I said?"

"That's not the case. I just want to see what's in your restaurant. You talk a lot, but I can't remember."

Even though he said that, the guy still remembered his words: "Then let me tell you one by one, my family's dishes are relatively fixed, including roast duck, white-cut imperial concubine chicken, braised squab, assorted winter melon hat..."

There are quite a lot of dishes, thirty or forty.

Jing Mo said: "I want to entertain guests, and I want to order two tables of dishes in your building."

"Then you are right, how many dishes do you want to order?"

"Ten dishes and one soup."

"Okay, follow me." The clerk led him to the counter, and there stood a middle-aged man in his 40s, with a beard and a headdress, but he was very dignified.

The waiter said to the middle-aged man, "Shopkeeper, this gentleman wants to order two tables of dishes."

That was a distinguished guest, the shopkeeper immediately put down his pen, and asked with a smile, "What dish do you want to order?"

Jing Mo said a few familiar things: "Roast duck, white-cut chicken, braised squab, stuffed tofu, stuffed bitter gourd..." After ordering ten dishes, he stopped and asked, "What kind of soup do you have?"

The shopkeeper wrote down one by one with a pen, and when he heard Jing Mo's question, he reported a few old hot soups.

Jing Mo asked, "No pork belly and chicken?"

"I'm really sorry, customer, how about you change it?" The shopkeeper heard it for the first time.

"That's all I want, can you make it for me?"

"That's okay, but you have to pay for the materials, and we charge processing fees."

"Yes." Jing Mo told him the method, and after he wrote it down, he asked again: "How much is the total?"

"Wait a minute..." The shopkeeper took the abacus and calculated the prices of the dishes set by Jingmo one by one: "The total is 22 Wen, and I will wipe the two Wen for you. Just give me two hundred and twenty Wen."

"Okay." Jing Mo took out his purse and counted money for him on the spot.

The shopkeeper put the money into the drawer before asking, "When will I deliver the food to you?"

"We have to deliver the vegetables to Nanhe Village before noon tomorrow, can we make it in time?"

"no problem."

"Okay, you can just ask when you get there. My name is Jing Mo, and everyone in the village knows it."

"it is good."

"I'll bring you the pork belly and chicken later."

"It happens to be in the store. If you don't mind it, you can buy it directly from me."

Jing Mo didn't bother to make another trip, so he asked, "How much?"

The shopkeeper reported the number to him.

Jingmo gave the two money again.

After the shopkeeper memorized everything, he handed the written menu to him: "Take a look, is there any problem?"

Jing Mo took it over and looked at it. Ten dishes and one soup were all neat and tidy: "It's all right."

"Okay, it will be delivered to you before noon tomorrow."

Jing Mo hummed and left Sanshizhai.

But he said that after he left, the shopkeeper went into the back kitchen and called the master chef to show him how to cook chicken with pork belly.

The master took a look at the list, and there were several kinds of medicinal materials on it: "The soup is tonic, but I don't know how it tastes."

The shopkeeper said: "The customer asked to put pepper, and I don't know what it is for. I will leave it to you. If this dish is cooked well, it will attract many customers to the store."

"Did you buy this prescription?" the master asked.

The shopkeeper shook his head: "It's my first year in this business? It's not too late to talk about it tomorrow."

Yes, the shopkeeper had an idea when Jingmo proposed pork belly stewed chicken. A restaurant needs to be innovative. Recently, due to the opening of the restaurant opposite, his family lost many customers. It’s just that no one has tasted this product before. If you buy a prescription after Jingmo proposes it, that’s not the correct way for a shopkeeper to do it. Only after you have tasted it can you be sure that nothing will go wrong.

"Okay, leave it to me."

"By the way, your son-in-law is from Nanhe Village, right?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"The guest is from Nanhe Village."

"Call and ask and you'll know." The master yelled toward Li: "Aying, come here."

"Here we come." But a hearty voice came from the kitchen, and then a stalwart figure walked over: "Father-in-law, are you looking for me?"

The shopkeeper looked at the young man and asked, "Ah Ying, let me ask you, do you know a man named Jingmo in your village?"

The man was in his early twenties, with a straight face and a stalwart body. He was Nan Ying. Hearing this, he shook his head: "I've never heard of it."

The shopkeeper was confused: "But he did say to send it to Nanhe Village, and when he said that, he would know if he asked."

The master muttered, "Could it be a stranger?"

"I haven't been home for almost a month. If foreigners really come here during this period, I don't know, and it's normal."

"That's right, I heard that his accent is not exactly like that of Wuyang Town, and he has short shaved hair. How about this, I will leave it to you tomorrow, and you can deliver it. It happens that I haven't been home for so long, so I will go home and have a look. "

"Thank you, shopkeeper." There are only two days off in the store a month, and Nan Ying usually spends a rest at the end of the month before returning to Nanhe Village. If he hadn't made this trip, he would have to wait seven or eight days before returning.

The shopkeeper waved his hand, signaling him to get back to work.

The author has something to say:

The Gagen that I promised you will come earlier.

Don't worry about emotional scenes, there will be when it should be, and it will be sweet even if it is cooked.

感谢在2021-12-1712:49:04~2021-12-1722:10:12期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Lokui; 3 bottles of _Dadaiyan;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!