Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Hearing Doctor Zhang's heavy tone, Song Yan's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Erlin had some incurable disease?

Ah bah bah bah.

Don't let your imagination run wild.

Doctor Zhang said: "The cold evil entering the body is one aspect, but more importantly, it is because of the stagnation in the heart."

Song Yan translated it and said that he had been caught in the rain yesterday and caught a cold. Adding to the depression in his heart, his body couldn't hold on and he fell ill.

Doctor Zhang continued, "I've noticed that he's a serious person, but I didn't expect it to be this serious. If he continues like this, I'm afraid he will..."

Song Yan immediately understood what he had not yet said.

His heart sank. If this continued, he might even lose his life.

Erlin is only nine years old now.

Song Yan nodded solemnly and said seriously: "Don't worry, I will comfort him."

Doctor Zhang looked at him in surprise and said, "You are a good brother and have a conscience."

"Take good care of him and don't let him think too much."

When Song Yan came back with the medicine, her eyes would always glance at Erlin's face inadvertently.

Erlin looked like he had just recovered from a serious illness. His lips were pale, but his eyes were gray and hazy, as if there was a layer of indissoluble shadow.

Why is he so worried at such a young age? Perhaps the death of his parents has become an unsolvable knot in his heart.

This is not his fault, why should he take the blame on himself? It is also the fault of irresponsible Song Dashu and the fault of this world.

Erlin keenly caught his gaze and said, "Brother, why are you always looking at me?"

"Nothing," Song Yan said calmly, "Doctor Zhang said you are too thin and needs to be nourished. I'll go to Aunt Niu's house to buy some chickens."

He had been displeased with those chickens for a long time, and now he finally got the chance to kill them.

Seeing Song Yan rolling up his sleeves with an impatient look on his face, Erlin's words "Brother, you don't have to spend any money" were swallowed back by him silently.

Erlin's complexion finally looked much better after being nourished with chicken soup stewed with red dates and wolfberries every day. Even Erya, who had eaten several meals of chicken soup, had a rosy and shiny face.

After eating all the chickens at Aunt Niu's house, it was the day I had agreed to meet with Manager Li.

The bustling Jixin Street is lined with shops, with pedestrians constantly coming and going and the sounds of vendors shouting.

"Selling moldy tofu, it's delicious and goes well with rice, two cents a piece, selling moldy tofu--"

Thanks to the popularity of yuba and bean curd skin in the city these days, passers-by subconsciously asked "What kind of beans?" when they heard the word "beans".

The vendor smiled shyly and said, "Sir, would you like some fermented tofu?"

The idle man was interested and said, "Let me see."

The vendor opened the winnowing basket covering the basket, and inside it were several layers of tofu frames stacked up, with moldy tofu wrapped in cabbage leaves neatly stacked on the tofu frames.

A few days ago, the jar of fermented tofu made by Song Yan had already fermented.

Zhong Hui looked at the moldy tofu covered with white hair and was very skeptical. Could this thing really be eaten?

Before he had time to question, he saw Brother Ying stretched out his chopsticks, quickly picked up a piece of moldy tofu, skillfully dipped it in salt and pepper powder, put it in his mouth, and immediately revealed an intoxicated expression.

"Eat, why don't you eat?" Brother Ying urged.

With the courage to face death, Zhong Hui picked up a piece of fermented tofu, dipped it in salt, and put it into his mouth.

The soft texture melts away at the first sip, and there is still a faint aroma of wine, which is really unforgettable.

He said seriously: "Tell the gang members to be more polite to Song Yan in the future and respect him as a distinguished guest."

Brother Ying rolled his eyes and said, "You don't even need to tell me. I've already told my brothers."

"But the moldy tofu doesn't look good enough to sell," Zhong Hui said with some concern.

"It's actually quite simple. Brother Yan also taught me a method." Brother Ying explained in detail.

The method Song Yan described is to sprinkle salt and pepper powder on the fermented tofu, wrap it with cabbage leaves, put it in a jar and marinate it for a few days, and then you can eat it.

The pickled tofu is both fresh, spicy and fragrant, and it is not covered with white hair as before.

It’s just that the price of salt was high, so I didn’t consider it at the time. But now that I’ve made some money selling bean curd skin and yuba, I might as well give it a try.

Although the cost is higher, it will be easier for everyone to accept.

"Can I have a taste?" the idler asked again.

"Of course."

Watching the vendor tear open the outer leaves with chopsticks and pick out soybean-sized pieces of fermented tofu, he muttered, "How stingy!"

But after the moldy tofu entered his mouth, his expression changed immediately.

The tender and spicy taste is simply irresistible. With just this small piece, he feels like he can finish a whole bowl of rice.

"How long can this moldy tofu be kept?"

The vendor smiled and said, "If you can't finish it all at once, it won't be a problem to keep it at home for ten days or half a month."

The idle man said, "Give me two dollars, not five."

The vendor took a lotus leaf and wrapped five pieces of fermented tofu in it: "Ten coins in total."

However, a piece of fermented tofu as big as a copper coin costs two cents, which is quite expensive.

But then I thought of the fresh and spicy taste of the fermented tofu, and thought it was a good deal because I didn’t have to cook at noon after buying it.

"I want to try it too." As soon as the previous customer left, someone else shouted.

"My God, this fermented tofu is so delicious," the man said exaggeratedly after tasting it, "I have never eaten anything so delicious."

Passersby looked at it skeptically, wondering if it was really that delicious.

"Give me two pieces of fermented tofu!" The man paid readily.

When the vendor took the money, he exchanged glances with the other party and smiled a knowing smile.

This person was naturally someone he hired.

I have to say that with someone helping out nearby, the effect was quite good. In half an hour, the whole basket of fermented tofu was sold out.

At this time, in Xiangfeng Building.

Shopkeeper Li was holding a cup of tea, and the young man sitting opposite him was gentle and elegant, wearing a turban and his clothes were washed white, looking like a down-and-out scholar.

But who would have thought that he would be a gangster.

Shopkeeper Li is well-informed and naturally knows about the hot-selling bean curd sheets and fermented tofu recently.

For example, many customers in the store would ask, "Do you have cold bean curd?"

But he didn't expect that they would come to him to discuss business.

Shopkeeper Li said calmly, "I can accept it, but what's the price?"

He slowly stretched out his hand and counted.

Zhong Hui frowned. The price offered by the other party was half of what he had expected.

This was the reason why he had no intention of doing business with the restaurant before.

If they push the price down too much, they can only earn hard-earned money.

Zhong Hui said calmly, "Manager Li, you haven't tasted the fermented tofu we just sold yet, right? Please try it first, and then we can talk about the price."

"Okay." Shopkeeper Li picked up a piece of moldy tofu nonchalantly, put it in his mouth and tasted it, then his expression changed slightly.

After a moment, he calmly put down his chopsticks and said critically, "It tastes really unique, but it's a crude snack that can't be served in a refined restaurant."

He was so sarcastic as soon as he opened his mouth, completely different from the generous and frank person he was in front of Song Yan before.

The reason why Manager Li was polite to Song Yan was because Song Yan took out three pears in one breath and could take out fifteen more later.

Can an average person easily take out so many natanas?

In addition to the previous experience of Shu Changyu, Manager Li was worried that he was another person pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, so he did not dare to offend him easily.

But he knew Zhong Hui, the deputy leader of the Thanos Gang, an ordinary person with no power or influence, so he naturally showed a bit of arrogance.

"The most important thing about food is freshness. Not only the ingredients should be fresh, but also it should be something new that you have never seen before." Zhong Hui said in a calm tone.

Shopkeeper Li stroked his beard and said proudly, "Boss Zhong, you don't know that we at Xiangfenglou have hired a master chef from the capital. If there is anything new in the capital, we will be able to serve it within half a month."

He clearly told Zhong Hui that what their restaurant had the most was new things.

Zhong Hui was eloquent and just as good as Manager Li.

He said, "Shopkeeper Li has definitely never tasted cold-mixed bean curd. There are many ways to eat bean curd, and eating it in a hot pot is even better. If you are not interested, I'm sure the delicious restaurant across the street will be very willing to cooperate."

Xiangfenglou and Meishizhai have been competing with each other for many years, and either the east wind prevails over the west wind, or the west wind prevails over the east wind, and the winner is still unknown.

When he heard the name of Delicious Restaurant, Shopkeeper Li frowned unhappily.

The two old foxes argued back and forth for a long time before they came to a price that satisfied both parties.

Xiangfenglou orders 50 kilograms of bean curd skin, 20 kilograms of bean curd sticks, and 100 pieces of fermented tofu from them every day.

Moreover, in the county town, they can only provide the food and cannot sell it to other restaurants.

Coming out of Xiangfeng Tower, Zhong Hui took a deep breath, his eyes revealing a burning ambition.

Xiangfeng Building is just the beginning.