Travel back to ancient times and open a Sichuan restaurant

In the main room, everyone was full and sitting around chatting. They happened to talk about Zhong Ruyi wanting to cooperate with Second Brother Zhong and others to sell cooked food. "Girl, can you do this?" Father Zhong was a little surprised. He didn't expect that his daughter still wanted to do business, but he didn't know whether this could succeed.

"Take a look first. I'll make it tomorrow and let you guys taste it." Zhong Ruyi had already made up her mind that if she wanted to make chili sauce, she had to make it so that it could be stored for a long time. If it went bad after a few days, she would be the one at a loss.

To make chili sauce, chili peppers must be planted in large quantities. She has already planted some in the space. Once the space water is poured in, several pepper plants will grow wildly. When the time comes, she will dig a few plants and plant them at home. When no one is paying attention, she will pour more space water on them to ensure the yield of peppers.

Before going to bed at night, Zhong Ruyi ran into the space, picked all the grown peppers, and put them in the corner of the room. He would find a reason to take them out tomorrow.

As soon as the peppers were picked, they blossomed, withered, and bore fruit all at once, like flying monkeys. Zhong Ruyi was stunned. At this growth rate, there would be no shortage of peppers. She could just plant a few more plants when the time came.

After preparing the peppers and drinking a few sips of space water, she secretly ran to the kitchen to fill the water tank with space water. Only then did she feel at ease and go to sleep.

The next day, Zhong Ruyi woke up early because he had things to do. When he got up, the others were still asleep and there was still only a hint of light in the sky.

She entered the kitchen, sat in front of one of the stoves and started to light the fire. She steamed some buns and pancakes that she had made yesterday and brought them to the dining table in the main room.

At this time, family members got up one after another and washed up. Zhong Ruyi had already brought the cooked porridge over. Everyone looked at the cakes and steamed buns in their hands, and then looked at Zhong Ruyi who was working skillfully, and they felt emotional.

Zhong Ruyi ignored everyone, quickly grabbed a steamed bun and ate it with some multi-grain porridge, then ran to the kitchen to light the fire.

Both stoves were on fire, and I was thinking about the method that the master taught me when I was working part-time.

After digging out the pork and putting it into the pot, he turned around and called for Zhong's mother to get a piece of brown sugar, broke it in half and put it in as well. When the oil was hot, the brown sugar slowly melted. He took out the pig intestines that had been blanched with ginger in another pot and poured them into this pot. He stirred them with a long-handled wooden spoon, and the intestines were immediately dyed bright red.

She added some of the bean paste her mother made, changed the wok and stir-fried it twice, then poured in some wine. Her hands shook and she poured too much wine, which just covered the large intestine. She was annoyed for a moment, but fortunately this was the first pot, which she made for her family to taste first, not to sell.

The next step is to put the spices in. Last night, Zhong Ruyi asked her mother for a few small cloth bags and divided the spices she bought into several bags.

The proportions of spices in each packet are different. She took a notebook from her space and wrote down the proportions of spices in each packet. She placed the notebook under the pillow in her room.

I threw the spice bag in and started to make another pot. I divided the large intestines I bought yesterday into two pots, waiting for Brother Zhong and his wife to buy some more.

Finally everything was put into the pot. She was busy and sweating. She leaned over the water tank and scooped a ladle of space water to drink. After drinking it, she wiped her mouth, and then Zhong's mother came in.

Seeing her daughter, who had never worked since she was a child, sweating profusely just to make some food and do business, Zhong's mother felt distressed, "Daughter, why don't you stop working? I see you are so tired, and I feel sorry for you." She reached out and wiped the sweat off her daughter's face, "Your mother and your father can support you. I have money!"

Zhong Ruyi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but she was also very moved. She finally felt the motherly love that she had never felt in her previous life.

Thinking of this, she reached out and hugged Mother Zhong's arm, "Mom, I'm not tired. I want to make money to buy a big house for you and Dad to live in. I want to make a lot of money to support you and Dad!"

Zhong's mother was also very touched. She thought her daughter was very filial. However, making food is not an easy thing. Once she suffers and realizes that business is not so easy, she will retreat.

The large intestines were stewed on the stove over low heat for more than half an hour. When Brother Zhong and his friends bought the pig offal, they also brought two pieces of tofu. Zhong Ruyi cut them and put them into the pot. As soon as he opened the lid, an extremely strong aroma wafted into his nose. It was so fragrant!

When the weather gets cold, there is nothing to grow in the fields except some cabbage, radishes and green vegetables. The men in the family can only go up the mountain to collect firewood and cut some grass for the pigs, while the women stay at home to sweep the pigpen and feed the chickens. They have a lot of free time.

Zhong Ruyi's mouth was watering at the aroma. After talking to her daughter in the kitchen, Zhong's mother went out to take Tiedan away. The child is only two years old this year and needs someone to watch over him, otherwise he might run to the back of the house to play with chicken poop.

As the fragrance spread, even though Zhong Ruyi put the lid on the pot right after she threw the tofu in, Zhong's mother could already smell it. She came in holding Tiedan in her arms, "Girl, why does it smell so good?"

Young Tiedan was held in the arms of Zhong's mother, who was holding a tiger-head doll made by her sister-in-law and stuffing it into her mouth.

Mother Zhong quickly reached out and pulled the doll out of Tiedan's mouth, "You unlucky child, you have been playing with this tiger-head doll for a long time without washing it, and you dare to put it in your mouth!" After saying that, she stretched her neck to look into the pot.

"Mom, it's not ready yet. Let it stew a little longer. We'll have dinner when Dad and big brother come back." Zhong Ruyi saw that her mother was really attracted by the aroma. She had no choice but to scoop a piece out of the pot for her mother to taste. As soon as the food entered her mouth and she tasted the flavor, her mother's eyes widened.

I've eaten this pig intestine before. How come it tastes so good after adding some spices!

Tiedan was originally held by Zhong's mother. She put him down to try something new. Tiedan hugged Zhong's mother's legs and shouted for food. Zhong Ruyi scooped out a small piece for Tiedan to chew. "Delicious!" Tiedan said loudly while chewing.

By noon, everyone who had gone out came back. Father Zhong was carrying a basket of pig grass and holding a bundle of firewood in his hand. The three brothers, Lao Da Zhong, each carried a shoulder pole of firewood.

As soon as they entered the room, they smelled the fragrance. After washing their hands, they found that the dishes were already set in the main room. Zhong Ruyi had prepared the lunch for them. In addition to some stewed offal, she also fried an egg with wild onions picked by her sister-in-law and served a few cucumbers as a cold dish.

"Mom and Dad, brothers and sisters-in-law, you try it." Zhong Ruyi had a look of anticipation. She had braised four portions in total, with different proportions of spices. She marked the four portions to see which one would be eaten the most, and then she would use the proportion of the spice package according to that portion.

We had agreed to taste each portion first and comment on its quality. However, once Mr. and Mrs. Zhong picked up their chopsticks, they didn't bother to talk and just kept stuffing food into their mouths.

"Hey, slow down, all of you slow down!" Zhong Ruyi was helpless. How could she tell the difference?

In just a few moments, the sauce was all gone. Even the soup was scraped clean and used to mix with rice. Who still remembered what Zhong Ruyi said about the taste test? Everyone burped and leaned on the stool without moving.